<?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-7617607</id><updated>2011-09-13T12:45:57.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a true CoOkieStaRaiN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-112524665361619836</id><published>2005-08-29T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T09:43:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hello again world..long time no see..</title><content type='html'>let's pick up from where we left off.. hrm.. let's see..on this day about 2 months ago i was complaining that i need a life and a job.. and here i am today much too busy to even remove the nail polish off my toenails (you know how all the rest of the nail polish goes off and just a little map of singapore is left on yer big toes.. well yeah) this was taken off my deviant the begining of this mth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me in a world made out of plastic&lt;br /&gt;Journal Entry: Thu Aug 4, 2005, 8:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;random facts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fallen out of the face of the universe into non existance.&lt;br /&gt;thank you very nice for not giving much of a shit. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;and no this is not a direct attack to anyone but myself.. REALLY so stop feeling bad and try to ask me "oh hey! how are you.." cause this is bacically what i'll say. tired overworked and not free and that my world consist of well me. no one else to blame for this but me. this is not an emotionally wounded entry or anything like that. just a simple techincal notification for when it does slip your mind and wonder what's happen to your beloved diana..&lt;br /&gt;i've completely immersed and dedicated myself into nothing else but work and my kids.. 22hrs a day with maxmium 2-3 hrs of sleep.. that's pretty much how my day goes.. pretty intense.. yes crazy. call me a workerholic. i told you every genius was once insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the ex bf.. the mungen one..)&lt;br /&gt;i still don't get why you've started contacting me again?or why you're so eger to meet up with me? but yeah. don't have the time to waste on you.. anyhoos it was er.. weird to hear from you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the lost fairy godmother and abletoshareanythingschoolpoolguyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;er. ya. i think you guys could beat david blane in a dissappearing act. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the usually emotionally wrecked sister-cousin..)&lt;br /&gt;happy to know that you're life is back to normal. and bestfriends are like the yesterdays. i'm really glad for you. i'll promise to stay missing from this picture. just in case it gets all melodramatic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the one once known as the pick)&lt;br /&gt;er..... no coments?&lt;br /&gt;i still think you're an amazing poet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the others i used to laugh with you know you secondary school people..)&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you too.. eventually.. I guess? when the widzard of oz returns me a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the girls i shared my past with..)&lt;br /&gt;the past is the past. as much as we've tried. our friendship is a nostalgic remimission of the old times we spent to gether. i will always love our memories i keep them like precious still frames and photographs.. but that is the past.. no matter how hard we try? whatever we have now is something on the surface..muych of a hi bye how are you i fine thank you very nice. we are now on our own leading our own lives growing up to be what we feared the most.. adults..&lt;br /&gt;but i miss you guys too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still capable of affection and concern for those around me. however i withdraw the minute i feel threathened.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i'm plastic.&lt;br /&gt;okie that's the end of my random facts and yes i'm still roman catholic and i have faith in god.No Comments Previous Journal Entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this has been going on for the past two mths.. i know it was a rather morbid and depressing entry... i'm sorry i couldn't help it? i was stuck in monotony and i was getting grouchy with the bitch (yes i'm refering to life.. gah! someone, Please.. fuck her and spread some sunshine. She's so pmsy!!!) oh here's something for you guys to laugh at.. i'm a Mat magnet. like FUCK balls i swear since i started at bedroom/playroom(bars at boatquay) all the mats wont leave me alone.. and that is a very depressing thought. hrmp. i have no idea why they keep calling me mummy?!? here's a perfect example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mat no.1: mummy i rindu u ar.. knpe u ni tak kol i? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in english; mummy i miss u ar.. why you ni dun call me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: because.. i don't have a phone?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mat no.1: you ni tak sayang i ke? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in english; you ni don't love me issit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: er.. how bout no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mat no.1: you kan my girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in english; you are my girl right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: *slaps forehead * mutters Oh fuck..* stammers in malay* saya tak nak (don't want) become your girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mat no.1: i nak tungu u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in english; i want to wait for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: curses underbreath.. shit! i am so fucked..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mat no.2: u suke i kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in english; you like me right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: no fuck! are you kiding?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mat no.2:ala mummy ni.. i ngok you selalu cui cui i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i'm so sorry balls. i can't freaking translate this one myself. i think he's trying to say that i'm wooing him? or that i'm eyeing him?or sth like that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah go ahead laugh i'm glad you find my sufferings so humourous.. i think i'm going to listen to shasha next time and say "&lt;em&gt;aku tannak engkau pasal kau macam eww" &lt;/em&gt;translation: i don't want you because you are like eww. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i lost my phone. again.. yeah.. tell me what's new.. it's been a mth ago or was it two? hah. what can i say? it feels like i went to mars and back.. i've compleately lost track of time..&lt;br /&gt;will be getting me line back by the end of next week so please flood me with msgs leaving yer name so that not only i will i have your number, i will also know who the hell that is.. thank you very nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my eyes on marie!!! heh heh heh and you'll soon find out who's marie!!! i swear she's soooo fucking beautiful (and no i'm still perfectcally straight! despite all the harrasment from all those mats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh good news i'm going to do my bachlors either end of this year or in jan next year *grins* heh heh. nani nani poot poot *sticks tongue at you* you are all still stuck in school!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck what the hell was that!?!?! OKAY i'm gonna go.. there are rats the size of my fist running around on the table in this cyber cafe!!!!! i am soooooo NOT bullshitting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-112524665361619836?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/112524665361619836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=112524665361619836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/112524665361619836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/112524665361619836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-hello-again-worldlong-time-no-see.html' title='oh hello again world..long time no see..'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-112011191851513030</id><published>2005-06-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:11:58.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like GAH!</title><content type='html'>KISS MEH! ok maybe not unless you look like tom welling or hayden christiansan like 0_0 hohohoho. okie i'm so bored nye. and it's only thrusday. plus i can't swim. broke and err didn't mention bored?? yeah BORED!!!! AND ITS THURSDAY!!! okie i'm gone bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-112011191851513030?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/112011191851513030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=112011191851513030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/112011191851513030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/112011191851513030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-gah.html' title='like GAH!'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111976636712166950</id><published>2005-06-25T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:12:47.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal Entry: Sat Jun 25, 2005, 2:51 AM&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;*hand phone vibrates to the juliana theory*&lt;br /&gt;1 message recieved.&lt;br /&gt;-grins the rest of the day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was frm my deviant art journal.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;SHH!!! shut up nat. &lt;br /&gt;er both nats.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;-still grinning-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111976636712166950?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111976636712166950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111976636712166950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111976636712166950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111976636712166950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/06/3-journal-entry-sat-jun-25-2005-251-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111926629867553825</id><published>2005-06-20T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T04:18:18.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bed head</title><content type='html'>dear (insert name.), has played 406 times on my i tunes. i need a life. no i have that. i need a job. ok i have that too. my kids em and li hui must have miss behaved cause i couldn't come down to teach today and gin was like 4 miss calls. i hate being unprogressive. and i miss my baby sister shasha. i'm phone less for now until i get my 6170 back and i'm craving fer KFC any takers? got sick yesterday. took too much jack daniels and coke on saturday night. was in bed the whole day on sun and today. nyeah.. lesson learnt. ASK! before you gulp it down! oooh my mahjong kakis when's the next session? i'll be in the east tmr and wed! just... okay so how do you get me now? gah. i need a cute generous and compleately in love with me bf. -grins- ok i don't&lt;br /&gt;this is giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gone laters ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111926629867553825?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111926629867553825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111926629867553825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111926629867553825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111926629867553825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/06/bed-head.html' title='bed head'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111901552106091737</id><published>2005-06-17T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T06:44:35.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>faithfully by journey</title><content type='html'>it's been playing over and over again on my playlist. i don't know why? ok i do. it reminds me of work. it reminds me of 'Round Midnyte and the family i made there. Patrick, Dino.. and most of all the only one i refered to as boss, AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, every person you meet in life becomes a part of you. in some very small way. i'm really gonna miss that place. weirdly, i really enjoyed working there. you could even say i looked forward to going to work. it's a really a pity the place closed down. I really agree with AJ, that place could have worked out. given the chance. sighs.. oh well, all good things have to come to an end. cest la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel defeated. i won't elabrate you already know why. i've been told i deserve better but like nashie says. what if i don't want better ? dashboard makes my eyes water each time i listen to them. i don't know. i'm having a hard time saying the word ex. a million whys? but no reason or excuse could resolve my inqusition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wonder why i don't blog you could go to deviant. i deviant. well i don't do anything there. i'm just there. i'm not arty farty. i took biology. but yeah http://soundofrainonwater.deviantart.com while you're there go browse through this art goddess's gallery http://yourblankpage.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;awesome shyte huh? oh oh i'm related to her. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a new phone and she's pretty. but a little sick so she's at the docs hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="" scr="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/?action=view&amp;current=baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters, i'm sorry dashboard steals the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111901552106091737?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111901552106091737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111901552106091737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111901552106091737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111901552106091737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/06/faithfully-by-journey.html' title='faithfully by journey'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111872458794782452</id><published>2005-06-13T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:49:47.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you can't leave it be might as well let it bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;if you can't leave it be might as well let it bleed&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Journal Entry: &lt;span title="2h 52m ago"&gt;Mon Jun 13, 2005, 6:52 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;div class="trailing section-block read"&gt;he doesn't care very much about me does he? not when he wouldn't even want to see me?&lt;br /&gt;i hear he tries to make time for her. it hurts. because he wouldn't even try to say hello to me unless it was told for him to do so?&lt;br /&gt;there are a million whys?&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want anything more than to just see him..&lt;br /&gt;and to stop crying each time i think about him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken from my deviant a/c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111872458794782452?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111872458794782452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111872458794782452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111872458794782452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111872458794782452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you-cant-leave-it-be-might-as-well.html' title='if you can&apos;t leave it be might as well let it bleed'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111827633992536824</id><published>2005-06-09T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:19:36.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so stand and walk on your own</title><content type='html'>so here i am with my first pay check $270 for 6days of werk which isn't bad at all? until my mom decides she needs all of the money more than i do and i feel obliged to give it to her be cause she is my mom after all.. so tell me how am i to save up for my la salle education which is gonna cost me nearly 3k? i need a well paying job. i wonder what ever happened to ONS and it's $9 per hour they hired me fer a week then for got?!? like uh? wth? oh well i hope some secure paying day job crops up sometime soon. it's incredibly weird i have a dip but it's not VERY useful. thank god i didn't spend 3 years chasing it? i'm getting some cash from teaching at SCAS so i hope that would suffice. for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard of how some complain that their parents don't pay for their things. it's good enough their parents still give them pocket money and they can afford to shop and buy expegnsive things. i haven't bought anything for myself since i don't know when? much less buy anything expensive? but it doesn't matter. my first piority right now is saving up for my theatre degree. i can't rely on my mom for so much money. she hasn't got that kind of money. and so no handphone or levis jeans could be more important than this. -grins- in many ways growing up requires alot of courage. it scary this i can tell you this. but sooner or later we all will have to stand on our own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i miss you shasha, and i miss farah as well *hugs* let's go out soon. please??&lt;br /&gt;i want my cloudies. i miss you girls heaps! i'm really sad dinner was cancled i was really looking forward to it. majong soon girls? *huggles* miss you girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111827633992536824?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111827633992536824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111827633992536824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111827633992536824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111827633992536824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-stand-and-walk-on-your-own.html' title='so stand and walk on your own'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111795408767618518</id><published>2005-06-05T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:48:07.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choke back each tear that bleeds</title><content type='html'>what does one do when the one that you love so much leaves you mortally wounded? and it haunts you in those nightmares you so very much fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's are some suggestions to what you should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lock yourself up in a cubical and let yourself have a good cry.&lt;br /&gt;eat devastatingly more. you already feel like crap why not look like crap as well?&lt;br /&gt;drown yourself with 8times whatever work load you've got work is cheaper than alchol and ciggrattes.&lt;br /&gt;and abstain from sleep for as long as humanly possible. so that those dreaded demons can't to get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nono these won't make you feel any better lets just hope you phatetic enough to feel sorry for yourself and eventually stop yourself from being so messed up. and start telling yourself over and over again "it's ok" trying to convince yourself you're alright. living in denial helps. ALOT. when the real world is trying to choke you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believed him.&lt;br /&gt;i hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"must have been love, but it's over now.. must have been good but we've lost it somehow.."- Roxette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's a consellation for the shitty day i've had.. this new cute eurasian bloke who was there for the first time left this for me with a $20tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swift as an arrow she moves&lt;br /&gt;graceful is my queen&lt;br /&gt;wide as the sky, is her smile&lt;br /&gt;like stars, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yon beautiful, Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx for the night&lt;br /&gt;love ,&lt;br /&gt;george&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suprised cause i couldn't say much to him cause i was so busy running around at werk. but it's nice to know i'm appreciated. haha oh my boss nick bought me dinner when i went "oh dear i'm hungry" haha. and all of them couldn't stop teasing me gah! now i'm the public enemy cause the boss complimented me and bought me dinner frm s-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NICK &lt;/span&gt;is the owner of the bar(BIG RICH BUAYA)he's a doctor but he's going back to london..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PATRICK&lt;/span&gt; is the "part- time" manager i've never heard of that before but yeah, it exist in this bar (CHI-KO-PEK/LAU TIKO/BUAYAYA) ok i'll say sth nice about him? he's really good at PR with women? and he likes me? ok may that's not good.. um fer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DINO &lt;/span&gt;he's the consultant whatever the hell that is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;( this one DANGER DANGER BUAYA!!!!!) no but seriously i've seen him in action. and he's fast. boy one minute talking to the girl the next dissappear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt; the fierce manager(he's not buaya just the male nature but not THAT buaya la and he's FISHTANK'S BASSIST \m/haha punk rocker) but as aslways he's brutally honest and pretty hot tempered when it does come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aj kept teasing about how nick's now my new sugar daddy. GAH. Aj's fucking bluntly scarstic and feirce with that stupid straight face. but who would have guessed he's the one i've grown to be very fond of. he can be an ass but uncle Aj is a good man. haha uncle. oh they are all old!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;oh love you cheese boy's marshmellow *MUACK*, didn't even want to leave you and farah.. miss you both already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111795408767618518?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111795408767618518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111795408767618518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111795408767618518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111795408767618518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/06/choke-back-each-tear-that-bleeds.html' title='choke back each tear that bleeds'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111757884730346327</id><published>2005-06-01T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:21:41.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mikey! i'm pregnant.  (please insert expression here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not~ aha. i don't even like mikey way? i like chris cabarra of dashboard but he's too old. i like addam whatchamacallhislastname bassist from STOY and um.. i wanna hump anyone of the old members of dead poetic members. especially zach miles or either of the shellabarger brothers both josh and chad look equally yummy -grins- maybe more of chad since i'm more partial to bassist hehe -grins- it's quite sad the shellabarger brothers and todd are no longer part of DP. they were so bloody good together. plus dusty and jesse look like crap. okay i'm blabbing at random again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. missed me people?&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite sometime hasn't it? &lt;br /&gt;well, i'm bored and officially nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, alot alot ALOT has happened. like.. my mom got married. again. i moved. well, back to toa payoh. i have not one but two not-very-very-well-paid jobs. one at SCAS during the day (teach speech and drama at the spastic children's association of singapore) and a jazz bar @cuppage terrace during the night(where there's this incredibly cute german guy i call dylan cause i can't remember his real name? but i only werk there on thur fri and sats). um.. what else? i sat for exams with RTRC because my director dr. wealsh insisted that i do so. (the lecturers for ECH in ngee ann come from here) so long story cut short. i have a part time diploma in eudcation in early childhood with RTRC.(please don't be jelous. when you finally out of the paper chase? you realise how overrated the education system in singapore is). i've decided to go to la salle next year. not this year. i'm taking a "break" (though some weird part of me misses datelines and pile loads of assignments). i have been able to play 3 songs on the guitar but i freeze up and fumble when people watch. i dragon boat on saturdays. run and finish a bar of cabury every other morning. all in the name of excercise and OCCASIONALLY join my girls for a game of majong. i've picked up all the bad habits of pubbing and clubbing including social smoking and drinking but strictly on virginia lights and bailey's irish cream *shrugs* preference?!? AND i'm single. i think? i don't know? *shrugs* nevermind. it doesn't matter. does it? i mean it shouldn't right? besides it is THE OLEVELS right? right? *sighs and shakes her head* i miss him, i know it's not his fault but i can't help being upset *shoulders rise and fall in another sigh* i don't know? like i said only when you're finally out of this monotonous-zombie-puppetiered paper chase? you'll realise how overrated the education system in singapore is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, that's everything that i have been up to during my moths of absence. when was my last post again? okay it's only been a month. and to think i thought that i have been unprogressive. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like my blogger skin anymore. wanna move to another blogger address and put up another skin but can't be borded to. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh yeah before i forget shasha is in love again. OMFG its so bloody cute. it's like sooooo awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~&lt;br /&gt;-grins- love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss my girls&lt;br /&gt;ooh i like that funny morphing orbing thiny on aisha's blog. wait let me see if i can steal it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/9CLOUDIES/Cloud9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada!&lt;br /&gt;aint it kewl? a little tiny though. anyhoos, thanks girls for all those pictures in tribute to our friendship. love ya to bits and peices!!! hope to meet up fer a game of c9 majong real soon. missed ya girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, a shout out to all who bother to read my personal crap and balmy absurdities. thank you for staying in tuned. muchos muchos gracias. laters fellow spud and dups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with heaps of tlc,&lt;br /&gt;yer weirdosanic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111757884730346327?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111757884730346327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111757884730346327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111757884730346327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111757884730346327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/06/mikey-im-pregnant-please-insert.html' title='mikey! i&apos;m pregnant.  (please insert expression here)'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111456705821896798</id><published>2005-04-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:57:38.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buy me that from watson for my birthday.</title><content type='html'>i need to get one of those tummy trim pills. cause all these exercise is not doing any at all for my belly or what i like to refer to as my telly-tummy. because its a tummy that makes me look like the tellytubbies. grr. NO *cringe* don't say that! its anything but cute! grr. nvm. i'll just face the fact. i have an overgrown belly full of cellulite *heaves a sigh and shakes her head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111456705821896798?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111456705821896798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111456705821896798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111456705821896798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111456705821896798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/04/buy-me-that-from-watson-for-my.html' title='buy me that from watson for my birthday.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111316159926173205</id><published>2005-04-11T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:33:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go for refreshments.</title><content type='html'>i'm shutting this blog down for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because?&lt;br /&gt;um..&lt;br /&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the way it looks?&lt;br /&gt;how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;it's a blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;got too many people reading it.&lt;br /&gt;the real player won't work&lt;br /&gt;so quiet things that no one ever knows won' bloody play&lt;br /&gt;the pictures are stale&lt;br /&gt;ashton is a dumb dog&lt;br /&gt;and the list of reasons that i'm making up as i go.. goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog soon.. enough.&lt;br /&gt;well?&lt;br /&gt;um..&lt;br /&gt;laters my fellow dups and spuds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111316159926173205?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111316159926173205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111316159926173205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111316159926173205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111316159926173205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-go-for-refreshments.html' title='let&apos;s go for refreshments.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111307077249983036</id><published>2005-04-10T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:19:32.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Corinthians 4:8-10</title><content type='html'>a prayer when in need of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are in difficulties on all sides, but never cornered; &lt;br /&gt;we see no answers to our problems, but never despair;&lt;br /&gt;we have been persecusted, but never deserted;&lt;br /&gt;knocked down, but never killed;&lt;br /&gt;always where ever we maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for my fellow brothers and sisters in christ&lt;br /&gt;we carry with us in our body the death of Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;so that the life of Jesus too may be seen in our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111307077249983036?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111307077249983036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111307077249983036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111307077249983036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111307077249983036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-corinthians-48-10.html' title='2 Corinthians 4:8-10'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111278916312451923</id><published>2005-04-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:06:03.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goo goo dolls and a swing is very comforting.</title><content type='html'>i cried. for no reason that i can articulate. just me being myself. ask shannon. he knows. (it pisses the hell of him cause he's left so helpless.) i'm sorry cash i'm sorry shasha you feel so helpless. and no shasha. before you start blaming yourself. it's not your fault. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cashvin!&lt;br /&gt;you're here?&lt;br /&gt;you appeared out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;how'd you know i was here?&lt;br /&gt;you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;but your heart found me.&lt;br /&gt;again. &lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;thank you love.&lt;br /&gt;your hug was my salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111278916312451923?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111278916312451923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111278916312451923' title='0 Comments'/><link 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look very smart. very. i like formal wear. the thing is. i can't wear it to where i was wearing it to. well i can. but i'm just not sure how to get in. am i making sense? ahaha. right diana. right.but none the less i like formal wear. at least i found an out fit to wear to siglap's anniversary. that is if we're going. we'll all go in our formal wear and blazers. and look corperate. ahaha. won't that be fun? yeah would sure like to see that some day cloudies. and we'd take pictures  and laugh at our selves. heh. well my lap batts are low and so is my prepaid. i'm not quite sure what's gonna happen next? hrm.. well we'll see how. i'll try to post pictures soon aye? laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111243254057872447?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111236628264125899</id><published>2005-04-01T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T06:40:26.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happenstance on april fools</title><content type='html'>so bubu did come home. only to leave me. again.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;br /&gt;that leaves me ill and alone.&lt;br /&gt;the ill part i can deal with&lt;br /&gt;the alone is the one that i can't quite get used too.&lt;br /&gt;FUDGY is over. very sad event. but yeah. they broke up today. april fools day. painful to ponder about. same feeling as when &lt;i&gt;shazlihin&lt;/i&gt; ended. to farah hope you're doing ok love. *hugs* infactuation. an emotion so difficult to distinguish from love. probably because infactuation is an initial stage of love. but then again if the world is up to me there is no such thing as love. because the word is over defined to the point that it has no substantial meaning. according to webster, the word love has 27 meanings. ranging from lust to god. to me what we evolved apes think as love is attraction, affection or attachment.but then again the world isn't up to me. and i need to puke. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111236628264125899?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111236628264125899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111236628264125899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111236628264125899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111236092116139793?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111236092116139793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111236092116139793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111236092116139793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111236092116139793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/04/bubu-please-come-home.html' title='bubu please come home.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111227717838855613</id><published>2005-03-31T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:52:58.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>internet addiction</title><content type='html'>i am addicted to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;help. it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;i was near to tears when NHSS_WRLSS network put an authentication key to their wifi&lt;br /&gt;that means that i can no longer get connection from my room. no more surfing while lying on my belly.&lt;br /&gt;hrmp.&lt;br /&gt;where is that ding dong anyway? he's been missing the whole day. and his mom gave me 58 miss calls. scary shit balls. shasha's annoyed with him. aha i would be. if i were her. he made her wait. well i found a phone in my drawer. with a prepaid. aha. now how do i find out what the number.&lt;br /&gt;oh nat/sha/bell sorry.i fell a sleep at 6 this morning. see you soon love. laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111227717838855613?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111227717838855613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111227717838855613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111227717838855613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111227717838855613'/><link 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/&gt;i'm home people. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;sighs. and really there's truly no place like home. the minute i set foot on to the familar rug placed infront of my door. i was at complete ease. i closed the door. peeled out of my clothes and there in my bath room my towel my shampoo my soap my cream all my personal toiletries were waiting for me. heaven. i sat there for hours soaping scrubbing myself. no no not that i'm THAT filthy. but just simply cause it's absolute comfort and it's theraputic. excuse my absurdity. but bathrooms are one of my favourite places in my home. (besides the kitchen) honestly? my humble temporary home in clementi is really nothing. it may even seem third world country to you. and my bath room isn't much either. the toilet is even the squating type seprated by a shower curtian. but it's home. and it's comfortable. so comfortable i get to wear my camisole and my printed undies to sleep.(hot la no air con like ur house right.) right. you think that bad? my mom doesn't even wear anything beneath the nighty. *shakes head* and sometimes she walks around the house with out anyhing on. cause its just us both. the worst part is that you could be showering and she'll just walk in. and you're like "bubu!!!!!!"*hide behind shower curtians* "what? you have i also have. you want to shy for what? you came out of my vagina" the absurdities of living with only you and your essentric mother. *slaps her helf in her forhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss people alot.i guess that's the down side.i'm too far away from where my heart is.&lt;br /&gt;of course cash. missed him. alot. i'll see him soon&lt;br /&gt;the gang. people i laugh retardedly with. farah, shaz, sally, mad. we're allover the place now.&lt;br /&gt;and my girls too. cloud 9. sighs. sometimes it feels like we're strangers. so involved in our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;cherish. alot. yes she's not in pasir ris. but she used to be. and pasir ris used to be our playground. missed her stupid company. msn's just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i miss iqah and joging sessions.&lt;br /&gt;nora and late nights and talking about where our lives have been.&lt;br /&gt;nashie and his thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;shan in some strange way?!? proally him as my lizard. but i suppose that has come to pass. like all good things has to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;mama. both of them. their company i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but shasha mainly&lt;br /&gt;missed her so much. sigh. it feels like when we werekids. and how she'd call telling me she's coming over to play with me and i'd wait at the gate for her till she came. when she did? i'd run to the corridor and greet her with a hug. telling her what we would play today. and we'd exitedly lock urselves in my room and rummage through my closet and start dressing up. but there were times she never came at all. and i'd get really upset and i'd cry cause miss her so much. and end up with a fever the very same night. miss you sis. someone hug her for me aye?&lt;br /&gt;well laters i'm due for a bath. oh go read about &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7617607&amp;amp;postID=111212006154704947" html=""&gt;the origins of mats and minahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this one's for a good laugh &lt;a href"http://the-holy-fortress.blogspot.com/2005/03/return-of-hot.html"&gt; LOTS(low order thinkers) and SLOTS(super low order thinkers)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh enjoy pee-poles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111189834138540659</id><published>2005-03-27T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:39:01.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in asia, you're not allowed to forget.</title><content type='html'>if you're living in asia. please don't forget. never forget. it'll put you in a whole lot of trouble. doesn't matter if you didn't mean to. mistakes aren't taken very well here. everything is amplified. you forgetting is a bad example to the several generations after you. doesn't matter. if you were all out till almost 2 and you were so tired you fell asleep. and disorentated when they woke you up to head home. just don't forget. under any circumstances. people won't like you for forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubu please call me i've missed you. i want to go home.i'm a mess. shasha see me soon please? i want to play dressup and pretend pretend. and laugh at ourselves. i miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really like DC too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy easter everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111189834138540659?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111189834138540659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111189834138540659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111189834138540659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111189834138540659'/><link 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/&gt;then tears just left me.&lt;br /&gt;touched.&lt;br /&gt;just a picture.&lt;br /&gt;but sheer emotion.&lt;br /&gt;now that. that is art.&lt;br /&gt;she is art.&lt;br /&gt;no matter who says what?&lt;br /&gt;i am still very loved.&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my guitar pick. shasha. cloudies. wish our lives gave us more time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111168974489711882?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111168974489711882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111168974489711882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;my resolve.&lt;br /&gt;someone has found my phone.&lt;br /&gt;i have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;and tonight i will have no home.&lt;br /&gt;because there is no number to tell my mother i need a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;and no one has a way to get through to me.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;i am really on my own.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;it's frightening.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to where i feel the comfort and the familarity that grandma gave me.&lt;br /&gt;hope.&lt;br /&gt;will i for a face so familar. &lt;br /&gt;as tears stain my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;shannon. you're a ching who won't admit that he is one.&lt;br /&gt;shasha i love you.&lt;br /&gt;grandma i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;love? i need you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;thank you love.&lt;br /&gt;for just, trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111173232822915342</id><published>2005-03-24T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:32:08.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration.</title><content type='html'>words a massive arrangement of curves and lines.&lt;br /&gt;yet it's meaning such great impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i died.&lt;br /&gt;but i sat there as tears left me as i prayed.&lt;br /&gt;prayed to be found.&lt;br /&gt;prayed to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;prayed to be resurected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. i am inspired once again. the spark is tiny. but what's important is that it rekindled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this journey is going to be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his love.&lt;br /&gt;unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare you to move.&lt;br /&gt;like she dared me to dream&lt;br /&gt;i dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he who guides my hand wills me to, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy ester everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111173232822915342?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111173232822915342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111173232822915342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111173232822915342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111173232822915342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/inspiration.html' title='inspiration.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111137408077657043</id><published>2005-03-21T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:20:36.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does one do when your sentence has come to a fullstop.</title><content type='html'>you write another sentence and start it with a capital letter. many a times people fail to see change as an ever present way of life. out of all honesty, i don't believe we choose to change. mainly because we are all human and us humans fear the unknown. therefore we fear change as it brings about the unknown. however the course of events in our lives forces us to. without realising it. we change. we are blind to our exterior. to ourselves. we are the same person. we fail to see what the eyes see. for our own eyes do not allow us to see ourselves. all we see, is a reflection. though the mirror does not lie. the mirror cannot show you eveything.&lt;br /&gt;just like every other happenstance in our lives, it could be seen as both a good thing and a bad thing. again, being only human our eyes only see the bad in things and we fail to embrace the good. of course we cling on to our meomries of what were and we dream of how we wished it would always be. it is in this subconcious state of mind and nostalgia that helps us keep our sanity. a defence mechnism that psychologically prepares one for the unknown and allows us to take a step forward. not eveything in our past is healty or good. neither is everything in our future. yes, we should change for the better. but what is the better? no one could actually draw it out for you. they can tell you. that they have done it all. that they did it this way. and it worked. but in actual fact no one actually knows what works? what may work for one person may be a blunder to another.one man food another man's poison. life &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; trial and error. what makes you fail brings you a step closer to success. so there don't fear failing. people will like or dislike no matter what you do. what's important is how you feel about yourself. that is it. if you're comfortable in your own skin. than you're doing fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111137408077657043?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111137408077657043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111137408077657043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111137408077657043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111137408077657043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-does-one-do-when-your-sentence.html' title='what does one do when your sentence has come to a fullstop.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111133529244898801</id><published>2005-03-20T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T08:18:30.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect palm sunday.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY NASH-SHAE-SHAE!!!&lt;br /&gt;*HUGS FOR SHASHA*&lt;br /&gt;love you to bits and pieces sis. &lt;br /&gt;i pray that everything will get better each day.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL PRAY FOR YOU TO HAVE MIKEY TOO!! OH AND DOUG!!AND DAN!!&lt;br /&gt;then you can have cute little pretty babies.&lt;br /&gt;no wait kids. you hate kids.&lt;br /&gt;ok no kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is palm sunday.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to take home one&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't know where home is.&lt;br /&gt;then on my way down to the chapel&lt;br /&gt;i found a lost unwanted and homeless palm lying on th floor&lt;br /&gt;and decided it would be my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is blessed&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;much like i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly lost my phone today. but i am blessed just like my palm. and i found what was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won me over.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help it. it's all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;and now it's been two months already love.&lt;br /&gt;my 3 words for you love.&lt;br /&gt;"you already know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the kiss on the forehead and hug&lt;br /&gt;it ws much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111133529244898801?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111133529244898801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111133529244898801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111133529244898801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111133529244898801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/perfect-palm-sunday.html' title='the perfect palm sunday.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111105518982351872</id><published>2005-03-18T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T02:38:23.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag me i wanna be it.</title><content type='html'>firstly i don't believe i have ever thanked all of you for bothering to read this whole load of crap that i continually ramble about day after day. so yeah, thank you people for even bothering to read my blog. really sincerely appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, well i guess if i'm brave enough to put on a tag board on my site, i suppose i should prepare myself for shitslapped things like this drama happening on my flooble. haha. they're even passing popcorn around. honestly? i'm rather proud of it, i have my very own "days of our lives" series going on here. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos i always believe everyone's entilted to an opinion. *applause to everyone who expresses themselves* .&lt;b&gt;respect&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i don't believe anyone actually knows who the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;REAL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you is? in fact, i don't believe there is such a thing as a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;REAL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you. just many different aspects of you. some more likeable than others and some that show more oftent than others. every one is liked,disliked, loved and hated by someone or the other. fact of life. we can't escape from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... note that over time, because the course of events in one's life, peoples' personality  may change but someone's character or should i say characteristics stays more or less the same. there is a difference. (diclaimer: though in the early 19 centuary, "Character" was a more commonly used term then for what we mean by "personality" today. Such differences led to the &lt;i&gt;study of human reaction&lt;/i&gt; in the earliest days of experimental psychology.) now? &lt;b&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/b&gt; is defined as the dynamic organization within the individual of those psychophysical systems that determine his &lt;b&gt;unique adjustments to his environment.&lt;/b&gt; where else &lt;b&gt;CHARACTER&lt;/b&gt; is defined as one of the attributes or features that make up and distinguish an individual. (of course if you were to look up in the dictionary there are many definations for personality and character. these are the definations according to the big books of psychology)  therefore just like attitude transplants everyone has personality transplants over the years. you may or may not be the same as you were 10years ago. (apologies to calvin. hah. no idea? go see calvin and hobbs, newpaper tuesday 17 march 05)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO ONE&lt;/b&gt; i repeat, no one likes to be told that they're wrong. DO you like to be told what you are doing OR they way that you are is WRONG. nono i'm not saying if it's good for you or not. (yes yes we all know advise is always good for us.) but all i'm simply asking is DO you like being told off? no. i don't believe so. that's just makes you human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this saying, "never love a person because of their good points. everyone has them too. but love them because of their shortcomings and flaws. it's what makes them unique." (came accross it too many times to know who actually came u with it and no lizard it wasn't from you i heard it from grandma before too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mirror does not lie. &lt;br /&gt;what you see before you is as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you look at it with frown. &lt;br /&gt;then go on try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you look at it with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;amenity resides within.&lt;br /&gt;- diana, 18 march 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me smile today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/Yourhandinmine.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the beautiful picures you take of me, the way you grip my hand and how beautiful i look in the reflection of your eyes. thank you. i'm still so sorry you met me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111105518982351872?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111105518982351872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111105518982351872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111105518982351872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111105518982351872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/tag-me-i-wanna-be-it.html' title='tag me i wanna be it.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111076570154868216</id><published>2005-03-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:03:48.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i sneezed and lost my stud.</title><content type='html'>the hole's gone. now. so sad. so very bloody sad. well my bad. who asked me to peirce without a proper stud. no wait without a proper peircer? aha. adrenalin rush. LINO.. I WANT PEIRCING!!!!!! please please please my bro please?  heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend was eventful heh. as always. spent friday night a lydia's party and FUCK JELLY i mean PUG JELLY came and acted like big fucks walking around like as if everyone in the room owed them a living. sheesh. and the dumb fucks did the lowest thing. that just put them there way at the bottom. even lower than mats. they stole the birth day girl's bottle of vodka that was given to her as a birthday prsent. Chris(one of the dumbfucks from pug jelly) too the vodka out of the fridge and gave it to sam's girlfriend whatever the hell that wench's name is. grr. and she happily went in the bath room with in. and then left the party. sheesh. bitch. FUCK JELLY. all of them exept masashi.cause he wasn't there. heh.other than that? people? hate fuck jelly. their not fucking worth yer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll stop with  the profanity now. my saturday was kewl too. went out with carmel derrick the whole gang. boy has it been years. i was a little girl when i first met them. dwight is MIA. terrance couldn't even reconise me. jeremy's in the army. sean and hazel are well almost married. mario is still as shy and as bookworm as ever. leon is. well as fully of crap as ever. oh and ali looks like Rob Thomas from matchbox twenty *goes breatheless* aha. you skinny ass papan. too bad you can't sing like him though. heh. derick's still with my dear carmel. she still loves faries and pink and is as feirce and as cute as ever. lovely little big god sis of mine. carmelia. derrick looks no different from day one. i'm just suprised to see him dancing to hip-hop. the beng and hip-hop. boy is that a REAL mesh up. lino's still lino my bro. regardless of what they say i have a really strong feeling that mel and him will get back together. i don't know about you people but if they did? i would be really happy. for my brother. at least happy. and smiling again with out the heartache straining his happiness. sighs bro? *hugs* love you all. quit fighting ok? never solved anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my sunday was the best. guitar pick called in the morning. but even though i answered the phone? i don't believe i was awake.all i remember saying was yujuleajudonhabjeub woojusbla ? aha. my bad sleepy. had breakfast at 4pm with the gang. then gammed and bummed around till 7ish at lino's with vanilla coke. went down to greenview to see my guitar pick. was trashing around and acting retarded at his npcc camp. scaring the shit out of his cadets. hua hua hua. so fun. a couple of his friends were hitting on me. boy was he proud. hee haw hee haw. and each time they went. that's cashvin's gf? i laughed at their reaction. how amusing. "you already know" bby. *muack* heh. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone swimming taday. laters people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111076570154868216?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111076570154868216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111076570154868216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111076570154868216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111076570154868216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-sneezed-and-lost-my-stud.html' title='i sneezed and lost my stud.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111074452326014792</id><published>2005-03-14T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:08:43.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hah.</title><content type='html'>i quit.&lt;br /&gt;i quit trying to prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;you win.&lt;br /&gt;you're right.&lt;br /&gt;you've been right all along.&lt;br /&gt;i everything that you say that i am. is what i am. to you.&lt;br /&gt;it is your opinion of me therefore that it is what i am to you.&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not playing the wounded bird&lt;br /&gt;or the lost homeless puppy.&lt;br /&gt;or acting as the victim.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;so, do me a favour and leave pitty out.&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;don't help me and then hold me to it.&lt;br /&gt;cause i might not be greatful for it.&lt;br /&gt;just hate me.&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and tell it to my face. &lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;it'll save me the trouble of social niceties.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;besides, as it is&lt;br /&gt;i already imagine people being angry/hate/dislike/ and feeling all that's negative towards me. so very oftent.&lt;br /&gt;it is an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;make my day.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i've never cried before.&lt;br /&gt;with tears its almost like breathing.&lt;br /&gt;my flaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111074452326014792?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111074452326014792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=111074452326014792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111074452326014792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/111074452326014792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/hah.html' title='hah.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111051489347729857</id><published>2005-03-11T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:26:18.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless night and a pink talking crystal ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so sleepy and compleatly exhauseted last night. further more the headache that was thumping in my head since noon hadn't subsided. yet slumber didn't come to relieve me from my ordeal. sighs. i think i was so far gone. my mind was begining it's little pranks on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. i heard sha sha's tounge stud talk to me. it say "go on peirce it. then you can wear me. a pink little ball in your mouth. go on diana. go on you know you want to. you've done it before. do it again. peirce it.  go on peirce it. " i swear i thought i was dreaming.i started giggling to my self. then the whole container of sewing needles (you know the flat round ones that you must turn turn to get the sewing needle that you want)fell on top of my head.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;here you go pictures of me with my mouth gapingtrying to show you my tounge stud. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shasha's pink talking crystal stud&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/pinkstud.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the story the pictures will tell. yes this is what the lack of sleep and insomia will do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongue peircing experience &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/Tonguepeircing.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the needle was so long i couldn't close my mouth and just kept dripping drool. you would have been floored if you had seen it. i panicked i didn't know what to do next.i couldn't close my mouth drool was all over the floor and the needle was too hard to cut. i panicked. shasha would have been good to have around. she really good fer me when i'm panicking. she'll go "shut up and sit still la diana!" and i'll get scared and really sit down quietly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink cross to the rescue&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/pinkcrosstotherescue.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i peirced it again but then i didn't know what to do next. so i pulled the needle back out and looked fer something to put in the hole. so last resort? pink cross. but unfortunately the pink cross is a little too short fer my tongue so the hole in the bottom closed up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you spot my stud?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/findmystud.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat noticed it straight away. you peirced it again? see? why never use stud? i think the give away was me being so bloody quiet she's not used to that. wait who am i kidding no body is? cash was a little slow catching on. i had to tell him. think he was distracted by the new top? *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silver stud&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/sliverstud.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? you can't expect me to keep my earings in my mouth? (though this silver stud is supposedly a earing as well aha. conradiction.)well my point is i like my pink crosses on my ears. and the silver stud looks kewl. gonna go look fer a pink one with white swirls. heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% D.I.Y awesome shit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/undissolvingsweet.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on critic. doesn't matter if i die of gangreen(however you spell that). i like it. but. oh credits to shasha. cause she did it first. way back. get this. with a saftey pin. aha. and lino? heh. naval peircing please...*grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111051489347729857?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111047956914932783</id><published>2005-03-11T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T14:06:30.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diet.exercise.loose weight.right.diana right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to abstain from fluids, go running and only have biscuts in the morning. right.i just finished a whole plate of fried rice. whatever diana. you can forget about loosing that telly-tummy(yes it's called a telly-tummy cause it makes me look like a freaking telly-tubbie) of yours and just accept the fact that you're neither slim or fat. you're on some weird off category they forgot to establish. it's called "relax fit". huahuahua every one laugh. come one take pity on me. i'm trying to be funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it now 2 am in the morning. number one i'm not going to wake up when cash calls. and if i do? i'm not going to be able to remember i actually answered the bloody phone. number two i'm freaking sleepy. my eyelids feel like someone tied stones to them. so running? is out of the picture. number three to whosoever it is who's on msn and can't stop making that stupid cluk-click sound everytime some one msgs you. please. get a life and occupy yourself sastisfactoryly during the day. uptill yer body succumbs to the fatigue when nightfall arrives. so as to ensure that you won't be around to paster people who are too lazy to entertain you at this time of the hour.argh. number four someone remind me i must shave. a party is today. grooming is number one prorioty. number 5 new wanted gaget it's $874.95. go buy it for me. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night people. i mean good morning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111043965738546453</id><published>2005-03-10T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T09:33:31.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teaching her how to flip guys over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;cash is squealing like a little girl. ha ha ha and she's having alot of fun. yay! okie i gtg nat's waiting fer me. laters. *hugs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-111043965738546453?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/111043965738546453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-111033464188081811</id><published>2005-03-09T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:17:21.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 dandelions, goodmorning love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;though through the night i may stuggle. weary from my truculent battles. the morning so kind. how sympathetic and compassionate. it let's me hear your voice. i still wake up to a smile. it's you i wake up to. that is, the best of all. happy is too little a word. for what is felt. is far so much more. you found me. you love me. and there's nothing else i could possibly ask for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs* too all that need one.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling high on love and fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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stop me.&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not alcholic.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even have a hangover. infact the headache made me very very progressive. i could spell. hua hua hua.right diana right.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy my bro? enjoy yer freedome now. the army? is gonna kill you. *hugs* thanks fer the overdose of beer and i'll keep praying the right girl will eventually find you my dear bro.&lt;br /&gt;lino? you owe me, a night out at cheekys, two piercings, fries and sentosa on saturday. don't forget heh.*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;guitar pick. *muacks* hua hua hua&lt;br /&gt;sha? i missed you. don't you miss me? *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;and everyone els? keep yer fingers crossed auditions fer La Salle's next week. the 19th.&lt;br /&gt;laters.&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving you fer cash, sha and a swim at the beach&lt;br /&gt;with "how far is heaven" by los lonely boys playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;good basking in the sun song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110994970089967667</id><published>2005-03-04T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T07:21:40.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wash me over with your tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"relationships and heartaches,&lt;br /&gt;these two things are one and the same."- the ataris, bad case of broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;if you agree?&lt;br /&gt;you're only human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110994970089967667?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110994970089967667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110994970089967667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110994970089967667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110994970089967667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/wash-me-over-with-your-tears.html' title='wash me over with your tears.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110982849277895999</id><published>2005-03-03T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:41:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>downloading without batteries</title><content type='html'>sorry. i'll edit this entry in a bit. i haven't enough batts to play vampire bloodlines, download songs and blog. in fact? i'm incapable of multi tasking. sorry. flaw. one that's just as bad as my spelling. hua hua hua. shit this "hua hua" thing is addictive. ok laters. before the screen goes blank&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110982849277895999?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110982849277895999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110982849277895999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110982849277895999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110982849277895999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/downloading-without-batteries.html' title='downloading without batteries'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110964285115692164</id><published>2005-03-01T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:11:52.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this war of nerves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear my sleep.i fear pills that don't let me wake even more.i pretend to be brave.but when the dark covercomes the light. i lie awake. afraid. unnerved with paralysing fear.  i dare not slip into slumber. as i fear the demons that await me. painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost. life? lacked. but i am loved. thank you. sighs. it already feels like i've fallen. but i know i can't loose my ground. more so with you. for the person that you are. i fear you are unable to hold up my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is already march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110964285115692164?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110964285115692164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110964285115692164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110964285115692164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110964285115692164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-war-of-nerves.html' title='this war of nerves.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110958955776145397</id><published>2005-02-28T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:36:11.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pick. and the even littlest things that he's done.</title><content type='html'>He makes her smile.He makes me laugh.He feels right.He is kind.He is giving. He sends french toast to my doorstep for breakfast.He puts me to bed when fatigue defeats my body.He kisses me goodnight when my heart is weary.He loves.He is loved.He is mine.He may not be all that to you.but.He's become all to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;my knight in shining amour. &lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so loved before.&lt;br /&gt;*hugs* &lt;br /&gt;to my guitar pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another *Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer:uh, no. he's not my boyfriend. and neither am i his girl OR girlfriend.*cringe* I don't like the term girlfriend. or being refered as "my girl" uh, no not at all. but Cashvin Amrish Christopher IS someone special. someone i love. and that is all you need to know. dah. uh, no. don't ask so much questions. quit being kaypo! you "mak-cik."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_undisovered022.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110958955776145397?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110958955776145397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110958955776145397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110958955776145397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110958955776145397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/pick-and-even-littlest-things-that-hes.html' title='the pick. and the even littlest things that he&apos;s done.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110951813996639205</id><published>2005-02-27T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T07:32:10.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit. keys. wargh.</title><content type='html'>the day was mellow. though sha was rather excited and sally was less mean.yuji and ahmad. heartbroken. they tried to get drunk. TRIED. right. and it should have been an ok day? but i was. Melancholy (ok fine i can't spell. argh.)hrmp.feel too full. had branyi?. geeze can't spell ok? grr. missing my guitar pick. stuck at mackers. leaching on their power point secretly aha. and some mat just came up to me askin. do you have a guy? and i'm wha? and he was explaining how he's friend wants to get to know me. and i was like then why won he come and ask? hasn't he the balls? aha. but their amusing. and i'm too nice. okie. i gtg. need to ring my bubu or els i'll be stuck outside my house the whole night. grr. shann why'd cha loose yer bag? my set of keys were in there. bummer man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110951813996639205?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110951813996639205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110951813996639205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110951813996639205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110951813996639205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/shit-keys-wargh.html' title='shit. keys. wargh.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110948047380628274</id><published>2005-02-27T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T21:01:13.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning. rain is falling.</title><content type='html'>lazy. morning.&lt;br /&gt;piano's playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my pick.&lt;br /&gt;he hasn't called.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;br /&gt;where are you love?&lt;br /&gt;something's up.&lt;br /&gt;i can't finish my fries.&lt;br /&gt;that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;taking kai to the doctors in a bit with ahmad.yuji. and shasha.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear lord help me.&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT a socialite.&lt;br /&gt;uh. no.&lt;br /&gt;knowing me? i'm gonna imagine people being angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;bby pls call love. i've missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update more.&lt;br /&gt;and for all of you who are wondering?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i wanna quit school.&lt;br /&gt;cause i wanna do theathere in La Salle SIA.&lt;br /&gt;bold move.&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;br /&gt;go on. gossip now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110948047380628274?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110948047380628274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110948047380628274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110948047380628274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110948047380628274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling.html' title='sunday morning. rain is falling.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110942893717254707</id><published>2005-02-26T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:14:30.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone's doing it. So am i.</title><content type='html'>no. &lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about posting the photos.&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/PICT1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totems. wannabes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/PICT1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family portrait.Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/PICT1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fave one. the god father's family.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was and eventful choir night.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110942893717254707?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110942893717254707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110942893717254707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110942893717254707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110942893717254707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/everyones-doing-it-so-am-i.html' title='everyone&apos;s doing it. So am i.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110931209821665408</id><published>2005-02-25T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:14:58.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai Edan iPod. 5th feb 2005 - 25 feb 2005 . loved always.</title><content type='html'>do you know how it feels to see your two week old son take a swim in a toilet bowl and drown? &lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;you don't.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;the fire in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;the song in his cries.&lt;br /&gt;just died.&lt;br /&gt;i watched. helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;please &lt;br /&gt;don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are still swollen from crying.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't just AN iPod.&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS Kai Edan iPod.&lt;br /&gt;my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110931209821665408?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110931209821665408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110931209821665408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110931209821665408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110931209821665408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/kai-edan-ipod-5th-feb-2005-25-feb-2005.html' title='Kai Edan iPod. 5th feb 2005 - 25 feb 2005 . loved always.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110912395274428593</id><published>2005-02-23T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:46:12.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STIMULUS; (noun) something that rouses the mind or spirits or incites to activity</title><content type='html'>my head is still spinning. i can still smell your colone. sigh. you're like a drug. placid. euphoric. addictive. and harmful when taken to excess. &lt;br /&gt;walk away. my stranger. please.&lt;br /&gt;don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh people?&lt;br /&gt;congragulate me.&lt;br /&gt;and give yerselves a patt on the back.&lt;br /&gt;fer yer prayers are answered.&lt;br /&gt;i quit.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm walking away. &lt;br /&gt;for a passion.&lt;br /&gt;theathre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110912395274428593?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110912395274428593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110912395274428593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110912395274428593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110912395274428593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/stimulus-noun-something-that-rouses.html' title='STIMULUS; (noun) something that rouses the mind or spirits or incites to activity'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110903427591000885</id><published>2005-02-22T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:15:07.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>admirable, agreeable, attractive, desirable, genial, likable, pleasing,loveable adoreable. any other word besides cute. please.</title><content type='html'>cute is out dated.&lt;br /&gt;the whole para para japanese adoreable shit was so 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;it died.&lt;br /&gt;leave it to rot. please.&lt;br /&gt;the in thing today? individualistic-scarstic-morbid-suicidal chicks.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;posted yesterday? haven't a clue where my post went?&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i'm barred from my exams.&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;people?&lt;br /&gt;pray.&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110903427591000885?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110903427591000885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110903427591000885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110903427591000885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110903427591000885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/admirable-agreeable-attractive.html' title='admirable, agreeable, attractive, desirable, genial, likable, pleasing,loveable adoreable. any other word besides cute. please.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110905008426441176</id><published>2005-02-21T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:11:46.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the confession box</title><content type='html'>Sighs. I feel so lost. Like I loss my footing. And I am to fall again. Hopeless Love makes me cry. Ouch. Something hurts. But I can’t put a finger to what. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm delusional.&lt;br /&gt;no prizes fer guessing.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;*begins to address the several issues she's dealing with in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my yiyi&lt;br /&gt;we'll pray for him. you and i both in the way we know how.&lt;br /&gt;love you yiyi.&lt;br /&gt;miss you so as well.&lt;br /&gt;it'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;i know life can be cruel most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;but MOST not all of it&lt;br /&gt;take comfort in knowing that.&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;my heart bleeds to see you in pain like this.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, if I hadn’t loved you like the brother I never had? I would be the pills that remove your pain. Sighs&lt;br /&gt;i love you brother.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;it'll get better. i know. we'll just pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guitar pick&lt;br /&gt;quit it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not her.&lt;br /&gt;you're blind, young&lt;br /&gt;and you can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;but it is her that your ailing heart is in love with.&lt;br /&gt;my physics that your raging hormones are relating to.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;you suprise me.&lt;br /&gt;each time i feel like you've lost me&lt;br /&gt;you get me hooked on this feeling all over again.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what are we to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birth sister&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;wished i was you&lt;br /&gt;don't understand why you don't love you.&lt;br /&gt;you're so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;which idiot can't see that!&lt;br /&gt;then again idiots breed like bacteria on this planet we walk upon.&lt;br /&gt;i share you're suicidal sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stranger&lt;br /&gt;A sigh escapes me but mute to your ears. A tear rolls of my cheeks, you kiss them but yet they are blind to your eyes. Please do not say words that you do not mean. For then it would be a lie. Why? am I here tonight but gone tomorrow? no. do not answer my whys. more explaination. more complication. that's the only direction it would point to. sigh. let's just leave it where it is. love? an illusion. that much needed hug was comfortable. thank you. now please. get out of my system. i don't like being unprogressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leezard&lt;br /&gt;you win.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;a nudge in the right direction&lt;br /&gt;you're support.&lt;br /&gt;that's all that i need.&lt;br /&gt;your love? no. i'm over that.&lt;br /&gt;the firefly can have that aspect of you&lt;br /&gt;just don't let her love you too much aye?&lt;br /&gt;cause then it'll start hurting her.&lt;br /&gt;like it did me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bubu&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and i live to make the future better for you.&lt;br /&gt;i promise&lt;br /&gt;*wakitapeh&lt;br /&gt;so forgive me if i drop out of ECH&lt;br /&gt;and run off to do theather.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;they'll all see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only &lt;br /&gt;grandma watch over me.&lt;br /&gt;guide me.&lt;br /&gt;and keep me safe.&lt;br /&gt;sheltered from pain.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;and i embrace the day i'll see you&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'm in alot of trouble. probility of getting barred fer exams are about 98% sighs.&lt;br /&gt;people?&lt;br /&gt;pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110905008426441176?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110905008426441176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110905008426441176' title='0 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early.&lt;br /&gt;sat down&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes into school?&lt;br /&gt;i ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Far far away&lt;br /&gt;from the evil dullness.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i got bored.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i AM unintrested.&lt;br /&gt;i like psychology,&lt;br /&gt;i love kids.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm enthusistic about things i &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i ECH i don't &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; altogether.&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;br /&gt;too mundane.&lt;br /&gt;monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;it becomes sheer torture.&lt;br /&gt;what's worst?&lt;br /&gt;they won't let me not pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grr..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;i don't what to do?&lt;br /&gt;they're loosing me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even intrested to read up any more.&lt;br /&gt;the library is my class room.&lt;br /&gt;i like it here.&lt;br /&gt;just danielle, kai and me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was in school with shasha.&lt;br /&gt;studying with her.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind. even the O's were better than this.&lt;br /&gt;shit. my lifeline just died.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;anyone? nokia charger? please?&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110870110447443872?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110870110447443872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110870110447443872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110870110447443872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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died.&lt;br /&gt;On the same day.&lt;br /&gt;She will be pregnant again."- Sabrina 7years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morbid don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;the power of influence. even kids go emo these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110860395385498973?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110860395385498973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110860395385498973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110860395385498973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110860395385498973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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love on valentines. sha was really down. *hugs to my shasha* no you can't hug her. she's mine! go away you sick pervs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i'm no good for upset people. i tend to withdraw and leave them alone cause. cause. if i was upset? that is what i would want from people around me. never really occured to me, that it doesn't werk with every one aye? well, now it has. yay. celebrate. sighs. i'll try at it again alright? but forgive me if i don't get it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh have you seen the beautiful pictures shasha took. man, you know what's difference between her art and other photographers' pictures? &lt;br /&gt;her's has emotion. &lt;br /&gt;and her pictures of cash and me. &lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;loved; that's what it screams. &lt;br /&gt;sha's a godess. godess of art talent and beauty in all it's forms. well, at least she's MY godess!&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm gone to see the docs. eugh. hate them. grr.i like nurses though. alot. exept fer the grouchy ones. but i understand their position. they do all the crap; that pompy asswhipe gets all the credit. &lt;br /&gt;eeugh. &lt;br /&gt;*hangs up a sign around her neck: beware thing may bite doctors. amd lines up in the que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110844218685478707?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110844218685478707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110844218685478707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110844218685478707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in still frames..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_theguitarandherpick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.timeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110839914855739615?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110839914855739615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110839914855739615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110839914855739615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110839914855739615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/story-of-guitar-and-her-pick.html' title='.. the story of the guitar and her pick ..'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110835501968856572</id><published>2005-02-14T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:43:29.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupid shot me BANG! i died</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;right...&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy valentines day people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brownies for everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to shasha *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;knees got worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walk is pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;colgate is help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;squeezing is agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as yellow goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooozes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;owwwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;self mutilation mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;owwwwwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;owwwwwwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and shrugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what to do? you're lovely friend diana here, IS a weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;gone to greenview to scream my lung out fer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the next big thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHASHA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS ALL AROUND!!!!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi's on the menu tonight&lt;br /&gt;yay. celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;our kind host will be none other than.&lt;br /&gt;our very own mr.wasabi,&lt;br /&gt;yuji-san!&lt;br /&gt;*bows&lt;br /&gt;haik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;*diana stares at herself weirdly&lt;br /&gt;*then starts running after her guitar pick and the tonguestud in fear of exile.&lt;br /&gt;"nono! i'm not crazy! really... come back!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now have fun all of you..&lt;br /&gt;*grins&lt;br /&gt;i know i will&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110835501968856572?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110835501968856572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110835501968856572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110835501968856572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110835501968856572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/cupid-shot-me-bang-i-died.html' title='cupid shot me BANG! i died'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110808814289512828</id><published>2005-02-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:25:20.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am NOT 'cutey'</title><content type='html'>some dumb guy just called me cutey on myspace? &lt;br /&gt;right. &lt;br /&gt;cutey derive from the word cute. &lt;br /&gt;cute. &lt;br /&gt;i don't like that word. &lt;br /&gt;i don't know why women use it all of their lives &lt;br /&gt;bag they see is nice? cute. &lt;br /&gt;shoes they like? cute. &lt;br /&gt;cartoon that makes them giggle? cute. &lt;br /&gt;girl they secretly wish they could trade places with? cute. &lt;br /&gt;GUY they so badly want? cute. &lt;br /&gt;cute cute cute cute cute cute cute&lt;br /&gt;it's like there's no other a adjetive they know. &lt;br /&gt;i know it's suppose to be a compliment when someone says ur cute? &lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;for me it's as good as suicide &lt;br /&gt;i try my best to appreciate it &lt;br /&gt;but when i think of it i'm on the same level as the tellytubbies and those funny looking japanese animed thingy whacha you call it? pikatu? pikacho?. &lt;br /&gt;ah!&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you being on the samelevel as sth like that is sad.&lt;br /&gt;real sad. &lt;br /&gt;anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;people HELP!&lt;br /&gt;i just got to school and half an hour into it.&lt;br /&gt;i already felt like i was in school the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in school.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;not in class.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;did i ever tell you?&lt;br /&gt;the library is like a santuary from&lt;br /&gt;boredome.&lt;br /&gt;and stupid mungen-ass-over-grown-toddlers who think they CAN teach&lt;br /&gt;now now people there is no such thing as a stupid teacher just teachers who do alot of stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;people help.&lt;br /&gt;before i start buying pick axes and shovels for digging.&lt;br /&gt;i desprately need to bury myself.&lt;br /&gt;alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110808814289512828?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110808814289512828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110808814289512828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" alt="HASH(0x8dbf5b4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a scoop of coffee with a crayon it in.&lt;br&gt;You're naturally perky, and you tend to get&lt;br&gt;distracted.  You're entertained by simple&lt;br&gt;things.  You can't focus.  You're rather&lt;br&gt;carefree.  You're annoying to some, and loved&lt;br&gt;to death by others.  You're a socialite.  What&lt;br&gt;can we say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Shirono/quizzes/The%20Whats%20In%20Your%20Kitchen%20Personality%20Test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The Whats In Your Kitchen Personality Test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110804435282454721?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110804435282454721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110804435282454721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110804435282454721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110804435282454721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/id-rather-crayon-be-pink.html' title='I&apos;d rather the crayon be pink'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110793217302802576</id><published>2005-02-09T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T17:34:14.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdosanic. a diease. i dignosed my self with.</title><content type='html'>happy.mungen.new.year&lt;br /&gt;i don't recall getting married.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like i am.&lt;br /&gt;to my ex bf's family.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;oh well what's new.&lt;br /&gt;but i like ang baos though.&lt;br /&gt;angbaos are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;all in a day work in diana's world.&lt;br /&gt;the weirdnees of it all.&lt;br /&gt;hi.&lt;br /&gt;are you weird?&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry my cousin tells me it's just a phase i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;i'm guessing one that will stay fer a few decades or so.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to it just a few decades.&lt;br /&gt;i was wore my white frilly skirt.&lt;br /&gt;the other day.&lt;br /&gt;i was funny.&lt;br /&gt;so funny? i laughed. at myself.&lt;br /&gt;i sat up.&lt;br /&gt;stacy ran up to me.&lt;br /&gt;and wispered.&lt;br /&gt;"your pink underwear is showing"&lt;br /&gt;anyone els would have ran off pulling their skirt down&lt;br /&gt;and died of embrassement&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;i just went really?&lt;br /&gt;looked at my half exposed butt cheeks&lt;br /&gt;(mind you the pink underwear is a g-string thingy-ma-gi)&lt;br /&gt;and laughed&lt;br /&gt;at myself.&lt;br /&gt;(ajusted my skirt of course)&lt;br /&gt;then walked off.&lt;br /&gt;laughing.&lt;br /&gt;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;i told you i'm freaking weird.&lt;br /&gt;normal people would have kept this embrassing moment best left unknown&lt;br /&gt;and here i am publising it.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;some one fix me&lt;br /&gt;sha.&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;think i've got a bad case of weirdosanic&lt;br /&gt;don't take me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;i hate doctors.&lt;br /&gt;and grumpy nurses.&lt;br /&gt;needles? are friends.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;well laters peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110793217302802576?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110793217302802576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110793217302802576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110793217302802576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110793217302802576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/weirdosanic-diease-i-dignosed-my-self.html' title='weirdosanic. a diease. i dignosed my self with.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110774067310915206</id><published>2005-02-06T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:11:10.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIRGOS. you can't love 'em neither can you hate'em.</title><content type='html'>SOMEONE hit me and tell me to stop. (ok fine. that doesn't work on me.) SOMEOME use reverse psychology and make me stop.try.at least? gotta quit skipping classes. i'm so gone.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend was..&lt;br /&gt;(as those two mats say it)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;met yet another Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;that will make the 22th&lt;br /&gt;and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a new gaget now. Kai.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle's brother. the ipod.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;well he's my leezard's.&lt;br /&gt;but he's just as good looking as his mommy&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;i miss timmy.&lt;br /&gt;and his mini amps. see you both soon aye love?&lt;br /&gt;great! not only do my things have names, i talk to them too..&lt;br /&gt;i am weird. (and to those of you who think it's alright? you are weird too!)&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;according to the Norms of the Cognitive theory by Jean Piaget, believing that objects have life is called Animism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animism: A facet of preoperational thought, the belief that inanimate objects have "lifelike" qualities and are capable of action. For example; believing that an ipod/laptop/guitar has feelings and emotions.&lt;/strong&gt; during the pre-operational stage between the years of 2-7 of childhood development, animistic characteristics are found in children's social dramatic play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;guess i never grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss my dad. mad. dad you gotta meet yer grandson kai he's such a goodlooking little spud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not supposed to eat.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;diet.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;*walks off to buy curly fries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;ahmad? you rawked!&lt;br /&gt;well the whole band does!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY WIN KENG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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hate&apos;em.'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110759637752029272</id><published>2005-02-05T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T01:39:37.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love you! both!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whoo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basking in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well shasha more aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be in your company makes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my dad mad's company too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss loadsa other people too&lt;br /&gt;cloudies, patato people, me brudders, you guys know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;soon alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHASHA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*HUGS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;go to la selle to study with me ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then after that we're going to do our Uni in england&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mama and papa want to solo don't want to bring you nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i bring you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tommrrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we going england to look at cute guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh. tmr ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110759637752029272?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110759637752029272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110759637752029272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110759637752029272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110759637752029272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-you-both.html' title='love you! both!'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110744534765092195</id><published>2005-02-03T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T07:42:27.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh. no.&lt;br /&gt;not home yet.&lt;br /&gt;11.39&lt;br /&gt;still in school.&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;cheezels.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;ice milo.&lt;br /&gt;werkerholic.&lt;br /&gt;weekend come&lt;br /&gt;like now&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110744534765092195?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110744534765092195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110744534765092195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110744534765092195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110744534765092195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/02/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110744375952913087</id><published>2005-02-03T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T07:15:59.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.15 still in sch</title><content type='html'>shit.&lt;br /&gt;shit loadsa werk&lt;br /&gt;lost template cause of mr. cashew's skin&lt;br /&gt;it looks great though&lt;br /&gt;go see&lt;br /&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://www.why-wait.blogspot.com"&gt;www.why-wait.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i like my new one&lt;br /&gt;you should too&lt;br /&gt;the time is 11.15&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in school&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;i'm heading home&lt;br /&gt;laters peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110744375952913087?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110741491016000005</id><published>2005-02-02T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:15:10.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late fer class again</title><content type='html'>late.&lt;br /&gt;again..&lt;br /&gt;what's new&lt;br /&gt;you have to understand i don't come to class late because i come to school late. nonono i'm in school early.. really early. hell it seems like live in this god damn school..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm late.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause i doing this..&lt;br /&gt;blogging on my lappy happily chewing away on my fries and chugging on my green tea.. next to that pool.. like as if i don't have classes..&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;i lost my own template cause i was trying to script cashew's&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;oh well the one i did fer him rawks!&lt;br /&gt;hurry come on line or give me yer blogger id and pass&lt;br /&gt;so that i can put the skin on fer you..&lt;br /&gt;miss shasha&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll see you soon guitar pick..&lt;br /&gt;have  to have some time apart yeah?&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna get sick of you&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm gone fer class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110741491016000005?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110741491016000005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110741491016000005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110741491016000005'/><link rel='self' 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better than this god forsaken country that i love..&lt;br /&gt;er?&lt;br /&gt;ooookay..&lt;br /&gt;that didn't make any sense..&lt;br /&gt;nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh and no she does not look like a horse!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miss.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hugs* to my guitar pick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least the day got better&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHASHA!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WANT JAMMING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i can't skip on the 14 of feb..&lt;br /&gt;assignment presentation 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F**K!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M LYKE SO FREAKING PISSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*HUGS* TO SHASHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you see his one small you know urs so big summore capital letters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there i promised!&lt;br /&gt;and i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright laters peeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110717842405520103?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110717842405520103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;it slit.&lt;br /&gt;i bled.&lt;br /&gt;crimson.&lt;br /&gt;the white sheets.&lt;br /&gt;stained.&lt;br /&gt;i scream.&lt;br /&gt;the faceless crowd.&lt;br /&gt;deaf.&lt;br /&gt;hands clutched.&lt;br /&gt;the cross.&lt;br /&gt;my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;silent.&lt;br /&gt;salt.&lt;br /&gt;on my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;hold me.&lt;br /&gt;my refuge.&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110692601529885968?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110692601529885968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110692601529885968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110692601529885968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110692601529885968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-slit.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110688995794264216</id><published>2005-01-28T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:31:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya people&lt;br /&gt;meet my baby girl Danielle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's such a doll isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_Daniellle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danielle in the loo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_Danielleintheloo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;aww.. &lt;br /&gt;now people don't hate me just because i'm happier than you&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110688995794264216?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110688995794264216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110688995794264216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_beaches12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_beaches11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_beaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me posing with a vespa..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_RAYMIEWOOOOOOOOOOOHOOO009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_RAYMIEWOOOOOOOOOOOHOOO007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guitar pick&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_guitargods001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_guitargods038.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shasha looks sooo cute!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/th_beaches015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110658278920325420?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110658278920325420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110658278920325420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110658278920325420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110658278920325420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/01/pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110654697062727401</id><published>2005-01-20T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:09:30.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everytime i go in for a read..&lt;br /&gt;i fall in deeper..&lt;br /&gt;she's just so&lt;br /&gt;brilliant&lt;br /&gt;how can no body see it?!?&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;next to her?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so..&lt;br /&gt;colourless&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;dull&lt;br /&gt;plain&lt;br /&gt;tasteless&lt;br /&gt;monotonous&lt;br /&gt;simple&lt;br /&gt;not exciting&lt;br /&gt;and so&lt;br /&gt;ordinary!&lt;br /&gt;eeeugh!&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head..&lt;br /&gt;and in the end?&lt;br /&gt;the only conclusion i can come to?&lt;br /&gt;(regardless of what they say)&lt;br /&gt;the world IS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;superficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes her head.. "men make lousy everything"-origin:nashie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sha, nashie here's something for you..&lt;br /&gt;at a seminar..&lt;br /&gt;with the muslim society club (yes i was with alfian)&lt;br /&gt;the speaker gave a phase&lt;br /&gt;"woman without her man is nothing"&lt;br /&gt;without punctuations it can mean anything..&lt;br /&gt;he asked us to add punctuations to it to give it a different meaning..&lt;br /&gt;the men came up with "woman, without her man, is nothing"&lt;br /&gt;now recap in english.. if there are two commers the words in between is as good as not being there (go ask yer english teachers if you didn't know)&lt;br /&gt;the speaker was impressed when he saw the paper that sat on my desk&lt;br /&gt;"woman; without her, man is nothing"&lt;br /&gt;*grins&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;i've got feminist tendencies..&lt;br /&gt;and if i meet more jack asses along the way..&lt;br /&gt;i'd swear myself into nunary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shasha..&lt;br /&gt;i hate the world&lt;br /&gt;because of the way it treats you..&lt;br /&gt;regradless of all the blessings you may give upon me and him.&lt;br /&gt;or how ok you would be abt us..&lt;br /&gt;*shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;not like this&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hurt you..&lt;br /&gt;or him..&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i know you've forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;cause your love for me is so unconditional..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still very sorry..&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;shasha no&lt;br /&gt;it's not you're fault..&lt;br /&gt;may whoever who says it is..&lt;br /&gt;die a million deaths over..&lt;br /&gt;and they catch my flu and horrid cough&lt;br /&gt;and may they're lungs come out from their nostrils..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lizard.. for once you are so right..&lt;br /&gt;i know you never want to step foot on this forsaken island&lt;br /&gt;but please come back fer the guineapig..&lt;br /&gt;she really needs on of those inter-species chat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my guitar pick,&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;'get sarah-sarah for what ever will be will be..&lt;br /&gt;the future's not for us to see..&lt;br /&gt;what will be will be..'&lt;br /&gt;aye?&lt;br /&gt;i've promised..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;remember?&lt;br /&gt;always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone els who's wondering what the hell is she crapping about?&lt;br /&gt;keep wondering! cause i'm not explaining..&lt;br /&gt;*BLAUGH=p&lt;br /&gt;aha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110654697062727401?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110619082571154980</id><published>2005-01-19T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:19:06.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please.. stay.. just a little more? the company is comfortable..</title><content type='html'>pleas stay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;just a little more?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the company is comfortable..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than anything else in the world..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's all i've got&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*trembles in tears..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110619082571154980?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110619082571154980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110619082571154980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110619082571154980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110619082571154980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/01/please-stay-just-little-more-company.html' title='please.. stay.. just a little more? the company is comfortable..'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110618988681212058</id><published>2005-01-19T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T17:44:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sms</title><content type='html'>cash.&lt;br /&gt;shasha.&lt;br /&gt;read her blog..&lt;br /&gt;it only had 5 words..&lt;br /&gt;"I SO HATE YOU. lie."&lt;br /&gt;but it was more than enough cash..&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me..to see her like that..&lt;br /&gt;i'm hurthing her cash..&lt;br /&gt;we both are..&lt;br /&gt;we can't..cash&lt;br /&gt;we can't&lt;br /&gt;we never should have..&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;i never should have..&lt;br /&gt;she's your best friend&lt;br /&gt;and the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;we can't&lt;br /&gt;cash..&lt;br /&gt;please..&lt;br /&gt;don't..&lt;br /&gt;i love her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110618988681212058?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110618988681212058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110618988681212058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110618988681212058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110618988681212058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;yes it's 4:54am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and i'm crying..&lt;br /&gt;because? &lt;br /&gt;i can't get all my hard work and effort out of sha's comp&lt;br /&gt;and.. now?&lt;br /&gt;my assignment is going to be graded crap!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it doing something slipshort or only half way there..&lt;br /&gt;might as well not do at all! &lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;my auntys are so...&lt;br /&gt;mean..&lt;br /&gt;if it weren't for them i'd finish my project yesterday and&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't have to go through all this ordeal&lt;br /&gt;and go to school with swollen eyes.. &lt;br /&gt;and a headache&lt;br /&gt;how could anyone ever be so ill hearted?&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;bubu..&lt;br /&gt;love you..&lt;br /&gt;for always trying..&lt;br /&gt;and i'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;no matter what my auntys may say about you..&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;i thank god &lt;br /&gt;for he has blessed us both with everything that we ever needed and everything that we could ever ask for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh news people..&lt;br /&gt;bubu and me are moving to the east..&lt;br /&gt;probably next month.. or end of march&lt;br /&gt;to either bedok or tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i say? i am very blessed..&lt;br /&gt;hugs to all of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad annoymous is not you yi wen, i miss you.alot. and i find myself alone and very lost in school all of the times. but friends like us?are best apart.. maybe someday we'll be as close as we were before.. i don't know.. but i sure do pray for so.. and i'll try my best to help you with trying to get the money you need.. &lt;br /&gt;and no don't get frustrated with me just because you see my new hair.. &lt;br /&gt;it's my birthday present..&lt;br /&gt;i'll call you as soon as i can.. right now i've only got 20 in my wallet for the rest of the month&lt;div 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src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/onthemrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really like this picture!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my new hair..&lt;br /&gt;LOT!&lt;br /&gt;*hugs bubu*&lt;br /&gt;looks abit minah &lt;br /&gt;i think?&lt;br /&gt;but i like it!&lt;br /&gt;not looking like a minah..&lt;br /&gt;but my hair...&lt;br /&gt;besides?&lt;br /&gt;i'm no way minah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had my lappy&lt;br /&gt;then at least i can start doing my assignment &lt;br /&gt;guess what it's due 8am tmr morning..&lt;br /&gt;D? what's new?&lt;br /&gt;well laters people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110587679292681204?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110587679292681204/comments/default' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110569673537659905</id><published>2005-01-14T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:58:55.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/e1a41fef.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;yup ppl that's timmy aint he cute?&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little stood up..&lt;br /&gt;i agreed ta go fer his talk..&lt;br /&gt;it suppoes ta start at 5:30?&lt;br /&gt;and it's like 6 now..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still in the library..&lt;br /&gt;um..&lt;br /&gt;waiting...&lt;br /&gt;so.. &lt;br /&gt;um..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;yi wen dropped by to ask fer her money&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any!&lt;br /&gt;and quit taggin as annoynomous&lt;br /&gt;it's annoying&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;but i like yer hair though..&lt;br /&gt;bubu's gonna present me hair like yours tmr&lt;br /&gt;*grins&lt;br /&gt;ooh alfian calling&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;gawk at timmy people&lt;br /&gt;he's georges!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110569673537659905?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110569673537659905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110569673537659905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110569673537659905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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saw the bandages.. and they we're all like hey are you alright? can anot? u sure u ok? etc.. but when class ended and it was lunch.. all of them left me all alone.. no one even stayed behind to help.. &lt;br /&gt;i was like so sad.. i felt like crying.. but i guess poly is just like that? everyone in school are just like yer colluges.. no one's really a friend? sighs.. now i can't even open my bottle of green tea cause of the wound on me hand and there's no one ta help me.. and i can't call anyone to ask them where they are cause me batt flat..&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;sorry i wasn't able ta meet you alfian..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how ta get ta yer with me phone dead..&lt;br /&gt;it isn't monday but i've got the blues..&lt;br /&gt;i miss my cloudies..&lt;br /&gt;i miss shasha..&lt;br /&gt;even my lizard cares..&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi wen i don't have the money..&lt;br /&gt;if i did i would have paid cl first&lt;br /&gt;cause i owe him before i owed you..&lt;br /&gt;when i do i will contact you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110550371818644764?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110550371818644764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110550371818644764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110550371818644764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110550371818644764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-like-so-sad-i-feel-so-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110545928104204759</id><published>2005-01-12T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T08:01:21.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me cassanovia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quite like all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i got tha "cassanovaish thingy" frm pow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think mah brudder rubbed some off moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well back ta sch taday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ya peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110545928104204759?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110545928104204759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110545928104204759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110545928104204759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110545928104204759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/01/d-call-me-cassanovia-hahahaha-i-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110538037235934243</id><published>2005-01-11T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T10:06:12.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i am lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are not here to provide me with assistance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then please just let me be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you to question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you to judge what you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are not here to provide me with assistance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then please just let me be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he is who i am looking for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than he is who i will find in the end if it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are not here to provide me with assistance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then please just let me be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit hurting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for how i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just follows a different path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are not here to provide me with assistance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then please just let me be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what i search..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will soon be found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110538037235934243?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110538037235934243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110538037235934243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110538037235934243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110538037235934243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110536529850862414</id><published>2005-01-10T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T13:03:40.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the grumpies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel sho shittyfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to be affectionate towards someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday mama!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110536529850862414?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110536483660455937</id><published>2005-01-05T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T06:18:28.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a lift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was heading home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lorry hit us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rolled acrossed the highway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just proves how blessed i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how he won't take my lfe just yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've still got a talent school to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an orphnage to build&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh checkout tha nasty wound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/legwound.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110536483660455937?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110536483660455937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110536483660455937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110536483660455937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110536483660455937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2005/01/ouchy.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110471604367636181</id><published>2005-01-02T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T17:34:03.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to my brudder pow jun tat!!! &lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH BRO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TIMOTHY-ZAC-JT to death!!!! and you may call me a poser for carrying him all ova school BUT too bad! god he's sooo good looking WHAHAHAHAHA Tim's my baby!!!! and he goes everywhere with me!!! whahahaha and most importantly i am going to learn how to play him well hahaha even if it's gonna take me decades!&lt;br /&gt;thanks bro!!! i LOVE that eletric guitar.. and the little martian that comes with it too whahahaha *HUGS* this is the best birthday eva!!! *GRINS* sho what do you want fer your birthday? a new bike? an x box? the winner of fhm girl next door daphine? hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like soooooo bloody happy i couldn't sleep balls..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;well peeps my birthday was a bash!!! was really awesome exept fer when mr. sobber ass tried to drown himself.. hrmp! take care of yer self aiight? i know she's the only one you cld eva love but sometimes it takes time..&lt;br /&gt;the girls wer fab at the count down.. and thankies fer the chrismas prezzies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mummy annet and papa and all of my family at fizz! hugs!!!! thanks fer dinner drinks and the tiramisu!!! was so touched.. love ya heaps!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh and to me brudder pow thanks fer the cheese cake and the single candle hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh if yer eva need tim back fer any reason do tell me aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to all who bothered to celebrate my birthday with me or wish me.. thank you so much!!! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110471604367636181?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110471604367636181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110471604367636181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110471604367636181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110471604367636181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Fee: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;Diana: morning uncle!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Fee: boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;Diana:*shakes head* &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Fee: boyfriend la..&lt;br /&gt;Diana: *screws up her nose* i wish ah..&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Fee: *nods* you wish ar? tomorrow ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha haven't i got a cute family?&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;*beaming away..&lt;br /&gt;just can't stop smiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee&lt;br /&gt;my pink roxy bikini..&lt;br /&gt;hee hee &lt;br /&gt;my $70 navel peircing..&lt;br /&gt;hee hee&lt;br /&gt;my birthday!!! &lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehehe" *grins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110429711067716499?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110429711067716499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110429711067716499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110429711067716499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110429711067716499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-so-sotong-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110421611942095649</id><published>2004-12-28T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:51:40.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie time to bitch..&lt;br /&gt;why are all the good looking guys goin out with stupid munjen non english speaking girls!!&lt;br /&gt;(i know you hear me cher..)&lt;br /&gt;and why are all the good guys turning gay? or at least bi?&lt;br /&gt;just because they died when some girl they really like killed them..&lt;br /&gt;(sighs..)&lt;br /&gt;and why are all the mats taken a sudden intrest in a girl they couldn't even see before?&lt;br /&gt;(f**K!)&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with the world man..&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;it's sad balls..&lt;br /&gt;damn freaking sad..&lt;br /&gt;ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existentialism on Prom Night&lt;br /&gt;by straylight run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the sun came up&lt;br /&gt;we were sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;sunk inside our blankets&lt;br /&gt;sprawled across the bed&lt;br /&gt;and we were dreaming&lt;br /&gt;there are moments when i know it&lt;br /&gt;and the world revolves around us&lt;br /&gt;and we're keeping it&lt;br /&gt;keeping it all going&lt;br /&gt;this delicate balance&lt;br /&gt;vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;all knowing&lt;br /&gt;(sing like you think no one's listening)&lt;br /&gt;you would kill for this&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;so, sing me something soft&lt;br /&gt;sad and delicate&lt;br /&gt;or loud and out of key&lt;br /&gt;sing me anything&lt;br /&gt;we're glad for what we've got&lt;br /&gt;done with what we've lost&lt;br /&gt;our whole lives laid out right in front of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking good song balls!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god!!!&lt;br /&gt;i soo what to play the eletic guitar..&lt;br /&gt;too bad i haven't got any musical talent whatsoeva!!&lt;br /&gt;sad man... so freaking sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if uncle pat's guitar is over at sha's yet?&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to hold it and be able to play A song on it..&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. right that would be the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm booking yer girls fer the 2nd of jan fer dinner...&lt;br /&gt;still so undecided to where i wanna go on new year's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i AM looking fer a new bf..&lt;br /&gt;so if yer..&lt;br /&gt;cute..&lt;br /&gt;sing..&lt;br /&gt;play the guitar..&lt;br /&gt;dance to hiphop..&lt;br /&gt;blade or bike or skate..&lt;br /&gt;love the beach..&lt;br /&gt;wanna surf some day..&lt;br /&gt;have got yer bike licence or want to take it with me..&lt;br /&gt;willing to buy me my pink ipod mini fer my birthday on new years's..&lt;br /&gt;and do pretty much everything els that i do..&lt;br /&gt;come ova here sho i could give ya a hug!!!&lt;br /&gt;where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;been looking fer you..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well people this is hawthrone heights's ohio is for lovers!!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio is for lovers&lt;br /&gt;by hawthrone heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;Where you are and how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Put these lights off as these wheels&lt;br /&gt;keep rolling on and on. (and on and on and on...)&lt;br /&gt;Slow things down or speed them up.&lt;br /&gt;You're running now for way too much. (and on and on and on...)&lt;br /&gt;Or you are not gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;(And I can't make it on my own.)&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart is in Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cut my wrists and black my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;So I can fall asleep tonite and die.&lt;br /&gt;Because you kill me.&lt;br /&gt;You know you do, you kill me well.&lt;br /&gt;You like it too, and I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;You never stop until my final breath is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me just three last words.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" is all she heard.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110421611942095649?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110421611942095649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110421611942095649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110421611942095649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110421611942095649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/12/okie-time-to-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110402487612541342</id><published>2004-12-25T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T17:34:36.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISMAS PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;okie sho i didn't get anything at all frm my wish list..&lt;br /&gt;how sad..&lt;br /&gt;the only present i got was frm mama who was sho sweet and bought me that gio sweater! !&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! i love it shooo much!!!!!thankies mama *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;ooh and that little pinky bath scrub thingy sha gave me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole new year is  coming!!! whahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please start planning yer newyear's resolutions aye? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my uncle's eletirc guitar!!!!!!!!!!!! and amps!!!!!!!! WHOA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i so can't wait!! gonna share it with shasha.. well till she get her new ones when she goes fer guitar classes.. *grins* lucky duck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i gotta go..peeps.. miss you gals heaps!!! *hugs* i wanna book you gals fer dinner on that 2nd of jan yup? *muacks!* please please be free okie? love you gals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110402487612541342?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110402487612541342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110402487612541342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110402487612541342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110402487612541342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-chrismas-people-okie-sho-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110369448733191359</id><published>2004-12-21T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T22:22:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah it is NOT possible for me to NOT like some one.. sometimes i think haziq (that's the malay guy i like frm sp who is shasha's aquintences) is a little too busy fer me.. sighs.. and i'm doing my best and trying my best to be understanding.. but i won't lie.. i am struggling.. quite horribly.. well the important thing is that i'm learning.. aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like goin down to sp.. just to see him fer lunch or just see him and hang out with his retarded gundu friend hahahaha guan kai guan kai.. boy... you crack me up.. ( extra info: guan kai is haziq's buddy class mate.. and the both of them are quite inseprable..)&lt;br /&gt;i'll post pictures once i get my own lappy!!!!!! i WANT ONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas wishlist&lt;br /&gt;sony viao*****************&lt;br /&gt;pink ipod mini************&lt;br /&gt;Letters to Cleo CD********&lt;br /&gt;switchfoot CD*****&lt;br /&gt;pink roxy bikini**&lt;br /&gt;a pair of levis jeans (that fits me)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stands for how important.. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;got more la.. i just can't be borded to write..&lt;br /&gt;oh well peeps merry chrismas..&lt;br /&gt;cya soon!!!! hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110369448733191359?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110369448733191359/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110359745612044133</id><published>2004-12-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T18:50:56.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah! i could only wish to have that kind of edge over other people.. &lt;br /&gt;the mind is a far more complex stucture to comprehend.. it is far more than any amount of knowledge you could ever aquire though any amout of lecture or books ever written put together..&lt;br /&gt;sighs.. you can graduate be come some sort of scholar.. come up with some sort of theory that generations after you would be trying to memorise by hard and yet still not understand yer spouse.. even after bein with the old hag fer more than 50 years.. haha&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to psycho-analyse you but i'm afraid i can't?not only am i not qualified.. haha &lt;br /&gt;i don't believe i can tell you who you are.. i can only tellt you "oh you're similar to this.. and the same as that.. and you'd proally this and proally that.." &lt;br /&gt;i believe the only person who can tell anyone abt yourself is you.. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes my orpahnage.. why yes.. it's a really big dream fer a girl so small like me..but.. give me about 20 years and i hope i'm somewhere near all that i've ever dreamed of.. if he who guides my hand wills me to than i will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110359745612044133?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110359745612044133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110359745612044133' title='0 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i'm like trying my best not to like anyone!!&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think that is biologically (sp?) possible for me..&lt;br /&gt;ah!&lt;br /&gt;(shasha is like sooooooooooo bloody tired of my continous whining..)&lt;br /&gt;but really...&lt;br /&gt;i like being affectionate to someone..&lt;br /&gt;*grins..&lt;br /&gt;it feels sho nice to be giving to someone..&lt;br /&gt;*grins..&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought guys don't exactly like girls who are too affectionate??&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;oh well cest la vie..&lt;br /&gt;alright i gotta go sneak in to class later peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110350583940575626?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110350583940575626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110329085287495776</id><published>2004-12-18T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T05:40:52.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is something i wrote on the first of november...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know they love me.. and i know they only want what's best for me but somehow, being with them does not let me be all i can be but what they want me to be.. i love you all.. and i always will.. for you are the only family i have ever known..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am but&lt;br /&gt;alone..&lt;br /&gt;truly against all i have ever known..&lt;br /&gt;i search for salvation..&lt;br /&gt;for i feel much too weak...&lt;br /&gt;i long to feel attached to something&lt;br /&gt;to somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;want to give&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;be able to recieve..&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;for grief is too dark&lt;br /&gt;i yearn to beloved..&lt;br /&gt;and i pray to be found&lt;br /&gt;dear resolve&lt;br /&gt;please..&lt;br /&gt;hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;and never let me go..&lt;br /&gt;for i fear&lt;br /&gt;and feel..&lt;br /&gt;as if i am to&lt;br /&gt;fall..&lt;br /&gt;i may smile..&lt;br /&gt;but the tears..&lt;br /&gt;that i hold back..&lt;br /&gt;hurts my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and i wish..&lt;br /&gt;for nothing more..&lt;br /&gt;than the permission&lt;br /&gt;to cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110329085287495776?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110329085287495776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i said it too soon..&lt;br /&gt;cause as soon as i fell in love with someone..&lt;br /&gt;just as soon i have fallen out of it..&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was..&lt;br /&gt;then i realised..&lt;br /&gt;it WAS too sudden..&lt;br /&gt;i am still a stranger to him..&lt;br /&gt;as he is to me..&lt;br /&gt;it was too abrupt..&lt;br /&gt;the feelings were swallowing me..&lt;br /&gt;whole..&lt;br /&gt;i thought too much..&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;when i realised where it was going..&lt;br /&gt;i froze..&lt;br /&gt;a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;i asked myself..&lt;br /&gt;then i found me telling myself..&lt;br /&gt;"no.."&lt;br /&gt;"i can't go through with another one.."&lt;br /&gt;and sadly how i felt&lt;br /&gt;all that happy butterflies and cartwheels in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;left me..&lt;br /&gt;and i was empty again..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry..&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could tell you..&lt;br /&gt;but i can't..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;the truth is..&lt;br /&gt;i can tell..&lt;br /&gt;no one..&lt;br /&gt;there are some words that i identify with..&lt;br /&gt;"i am friend to anyone who would befriend me.. "&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"can be just about anyone's best bud.."&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;"my heart isn't strong enough for anything more.. "&lt;br /&gt;though..&lt;br /&gt;"my greatest fear is being unloved.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shasha, the girls and those who read all that i've said...&lt;br /&gt;thank you for caring...&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for your love..&lt;br /&gt;i thank god..&lt;br /&gt;you've found me..&lt;br /&gt;and through my darkest hour..&lt;br /&gt;i am still&lt;br /&gt;blessed..&lt;br /&gt;amen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110328929495943079?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110328929495943079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110328929495943079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110328929495943079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110328929495943079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-said-it-too-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110300422784843521</id><published>2004-12-14T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:03:47.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like a malay guy..</title><content type='html'>people..&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking out..&lt;br /&gt;no seriously..&lt;br /&gt;i really like someone..&lt;br /&gt;it's so sudden..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i find myself beaming..&lt;br /&gt;and smiling to myself everytime i think about it..&lt;br /&gt;F**k this is weird..&lt;br /&gt;this has never happened before..&lt;br /&gt;ah!&lt;br /&gt;help!&lt;br /&gt;she was like.. you like him don't you?&lt;br /&gt;and i was like.. no! i don't even know him&lt;br /&gt;but when we agreed to go out that night..&lt;br /&gt;i have never been so nervous in my life before..&lt;br /&gt;i was so breathless..&lt;br /&gt;i nearly passed out balls..&lt;br /&gt;F**k!&lt;br /&gt;it was 10 times worst than me watching tim foreman in ment to live..&lt;br /&gt;scary shit balls..&lt;br /&gt;i nearly called it off..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad i didn't..&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;we had fun shivering in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;well peeps here's the part you guys freak out..&lt;br /&gt;he's malay&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought huh?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;and no this time it's not the lizard..&lt;br /&gt;text me fer details hahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;kiddin..&lt;br /&gt;miss all you peeps..&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110300422784843521?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110300422784843521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110300422784843521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110300422784843521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110300422784843521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-like-malay-guy.html' title='i like a malay guy..'/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110261855483751005</id><published>2004-12-10T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:55:54.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so...&lt;br /&gt;went out to see the girls taday..&lt;br /&gt;oooh! it was FANTASTIC..&lt;br /&gt;we shld meet more oftent balls..&lt;br /&gt;miss yer gals sho freakin much..&lt;br /&gt;and when we talk abt the old times god i feel freakin old..&lt;br /&gt;whaha love to all my girls..&lt;br /&gt;till the next time..&lt;br /&gt;*hugs* &amp;amp; *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;i wish fer the old times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110261855483751005?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110261855483751005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110261855483751005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110261855483751005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110261855483751005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/12/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110223490196074132</id><published>2004-12-04T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:21:41.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lost in emo..&lt;br /&gt;emocore..&lt;br /&gt;wonder what's that all abt..&lt;br /&gt;goth is cool..&lt;br /&gt;but hrm..&lt;br /&gt;i just like the fashion&lt;br /&gt;aye brudder pow?&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't goth&lt;br /&gt;i'm not into the whole sadist-voodoo-doll-mambo-jumbo.. &lt;br /&gt;sad sad attempt..&lt;br /&gt;like i said.. i'm just too happy for it ...&lt;br /&gt;i guess..&lt;br /&gt;i just like to pose fer pictures..&lt;br /&gt;necrophiliac pictures..whooohoo!&lt;br /&gt;call me a camera whore.. whahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. &lt;br /&gt;was just havin heaps of fun..&lt;br /&gt;goofin around with sha..&lt;br /&gt;we act like mats.. singing the reason.. "chill ar.. jangan tention!berg sial!"&lt;br /&gt;whahaha it's freakin sparstic i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;then we black our eyes.. red our lips.. and freaked each other out..&lt;br /&gt;it was fun..&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the vids up once she gets it on line..&lt;br /&gt;switch foot is on..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110223490196074132?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110223490196074132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110223490196074132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110223490196074132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110223490196074132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/12/lost-in-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110204553465209344</id><published>2004-12-03T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T19:45:34.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night shasha and i acted like we were seven again hahaha we played dress up.. kinda freaked her out when i did my sit on the floor ju- on thingy hahahaha well well posted some of the pics up..&lt;br /&gt;emo...&lt;br /&gt;well i'd try goth out..but i think i'm too happy for the concept... hahah well gtg goin out fer sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110204553465209344?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110204553465209344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110204553465209344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110204553465209344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110204553465209344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-night-shasha-and-i-acted-like-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110204033883086588</id><published>2004-12-02T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:18:58.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goin to go have sushi with me lizard,luke, nashie, uma and me cousin hee hee yummy yummy.. sth's up with me blog? argh! alright.. later peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110204033883086588?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110165967251469614</id><published>2004-11-28T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T08:57:37.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>posting posting.. well update on my life.. my hp is werking.. i'm not seeing anyone currently.. but i do feel sho sickly.. think i'm down with gastric and flatuency(wind) well i've been feeling bloated since last night.. think i had bad seafood at changi.. could be food poisioning.. been rolling around in pain the whole day=( i really feel like crying.. i even missed shikin's open house cause i'm not in the mood to go out.. yes yes i will go see a doctor if it doesn't get better.. what can i say i don't like doctors.. hrmp.. but yes i'll see one tmr.. oh yup.. i adopted 2 hamsters=D one's ashlee and the other's carrie.. shasha and i found them on the road side.. sho we decided to take them home.. you should meet hers esp little quasi he's sho cute!! my uncle has taken a liking to them.. haha well he plays  with them,bathes, feeds and clean their cages.. um yeah.. hahaha well i'm happy to have hamsters.. thinking of getting a guinea pig now? hrm..well may be not now..  to my cloudies.. when are the girls goin out? to shasha i miss you! *hugs* well that's all for now.. will update another time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110165967251469614?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110165967251469614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110165967251469614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110156749604379829?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110156749604379829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110156749604379829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110156749604379829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110156749604379829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-tummy-hurts-feel-sho-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110086242166844062</id><published>2004-11-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T03:07:01.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weight loss.. i want some.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110086242166844062?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110086242166844062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110086242166844062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110086242166844062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110086242166844062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/11/weight-loss.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-110019154959038990</id><published>2004-11-11T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T08:45:49.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel old.. bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-110019154959038990?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/110019154959038990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=110019154959038990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110019154959038990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/110019154959038990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-feel-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-109968478017240978</id><published>2004-11-05T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:44:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing is like how it used to be.. i've been dead.. too dead from the world around me.. consumed by its negativity.. i know it is not worth it.. and i plead.. god help me.. amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-109968478017240978?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-109908166369633296</id><published>2004-10-29T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:08:00.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;grr..&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a really long entry just now and when click POST it all dissappeared! ah! bloody hell! sheesh here i go all over again..&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;strong&gt;frustrated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current state: &lt;strong&gt;bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short term aspiration: &lt;strong&gt;to wipe out the male race..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question to ponder: why is it that the one that you're intrested in won't look yer way but the one you aren't won't leave you alone?&lt;br /&gt;men! there's ALWAYS Some thing.. wrong with them.. i swear that gender is the bane of my life.. wished they would all mysteriously collaps a die..&lt;br /&gt;i'm uninspired.. how is that so? though i have had fun every now and then, i still remain feeling so... Dull...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wished i hadn't left siglap.. life seemed simpler and more pleasent..at least i belong some where.. back then i always had my clique and budds were there at every turn.. being stupid was permited and fun was ever present.. sure school itself sucked.. but i really miss it all.. recess.. the C9 table.. teacher's day practices.. after school hang outs.. 3na's place.. instant noodles.. gosh.. i really miss being in school balls.. i miss my gals.. my bros.. my blading days.. my classmates and their nonsense.. my form teacher..i miss the feeling of waking up and wanting to look nice in the same old blue and green uniform..(though nomatter how you comb yer hair or tie it up you look all the same as you did yesterday any way) i just miss it all.. four years.. and now.. all i have left.. are merely memories.. and i wished i could go back to when it all was still here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cousin's goin through alot.. she's redoing her sec3.. she could have opted fer promotion but she didn't want to.. i'm really sad.. not because she's repeating (she decided to redo her sec 3 she feels like it's best fer herself to and i fully support her) but no i'm sad because.. i don't like her friends.. they're not.. they're not there.. and at times it seems like they don't really care about her.. sighs.. i wished i was in school with her.. i wish there was a way i could make it better fer her.. sighs.. *hugs to my dear shasha*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my siglap peeps love and miss you guys heaps! *hugs* you take care now ding dongs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-109908166369633296?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/109908166369633296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=109908166369633296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109908166369633296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109908166369633296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/10/grr_109908166369633296.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-109864041818114009</id><published>2004-10-25T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T10:53:38.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the hols and i'm down with the flu bug.. sho sad.. been running a fever fer the past few days.. been meaning to go to sentosa with my darlin mummie 3na but we haven't been able to! HRMP! life's BORING!&lt;br /&gt;i tried to learn a musical intrument as i promised myself to.. but ask my cousin how i fair? she's  sick of lisa loeb's 'stay' now.. and almost bashed her guitar because of me.. (haha ok i'm exagerrating but yeah..) there you go my sad attempt at being all musical..&lt;br /&gt;my cloudies are all over the place.. sighs.. we really haven't any time fer each other.. and i just miss having that opportunity to be stupidly happy.. like it was back when we were in school..=D oh bummer need to find silly kakis.. good ole fun silly kakis.. people who permit you to be stupidly happy.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;um.. as fer infactuations.. sighs.. i'm a loyal puppy.. and i guess i'm just waithing fer god's best..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs to all i love and actually bother to read my crap.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;*muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-109864041818114009?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/109864041818114009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=109864041818114009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109864041818114009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109864041818114009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-hols-and-im-down-with-flu-bug.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-109827700928473921</id><published>2004-10-20T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T05:57:14.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to all the assholes in my life...&lt;br /&gt;if you can't appreciate me? you know what? fuck off! cause i have officially stopped caring..*grin*&lt;br /&gt;and to those busybodys out there um ya.. get over it! and... um.... do you know what a life is? ya.. go get yourself one! and stop making mine yours...*grin someomore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and um.. HAPPY holidays to me!!! heehee&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup that's all i gotta say today... hugs to all those i love heaps!!! miss ya gurls!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh and i'm secretly infactuated with someone again hahahahaha but i'm waiting fer god's best=D&lt;br /&gt;*muack*&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/7617607-109827700928473921?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/109827700928473921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=109827700928473921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109827700928473921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109827700928473921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-all-assholes-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-109758585951983979</id><published>2004-10-12T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T05:57:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hee hee and so i fixed it.. and i like it... i'll up load music some other time.. gotta go study exams are in less than 3 day away i'm sho screwed!! i've got heap loads to go mugg on.. love you peeps *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-109758585951983979?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/109758585951983979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=109758585951983979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109758585951983979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109758585951983979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/10/hee-hee-and-so-i-fixed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-109733479809168628</id><published>2004-10-09T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T08:13:18.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ahh i think i ruined my skin!!!! shit lar.. must do all over again&lt;br /&gt;WTF!! sighs... later peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-109733479809168628?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/109733479809168628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=109733479809168628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109733479809168628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109733479809168628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/10/ahh-i-think-i-ruined-my-skin-shit-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-109712283138743276</id><published>2004-10-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:20:31.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not even a school day .. what am i doing in schoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whine whine whine... i shall not explain any further..  you've heard it all anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;the usual closing for all my entries&lt;br /&gt;"*hugs* to who so ever who reads my blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no i'm not having pms...&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;beavers are EVIL... EVIL i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime you sigh, a star dies... but it doesn't matter anyway... there gazellions of them... i assure you there'll be enough to go around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be happy... you might turn gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-109712283138743276?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/109712283138743276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=109712283138743276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109712283138743276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109712283138743276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-not-even-school-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617607.post-109703847462039568</id><published>2004-10-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:54:34.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the bumming mood.. the sad thing is that i'm bumming around in school all alone.. blaugh.. oh well.. i'm waiting for the sun to well not be sho freaking hot.. i don't wanna get charred out there.. haha oh shit no towel again.. hahaha well i've got one but it's the size of a face towel hahahahaha okok gtg i admmit whenever i blogg i write nonsense.. hahaha sorry if i don't read blogs.. or update mine.. hahahaha *muacks * to all take care peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617607-109703847462039568?l=writtlestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/feeds/109703847462039568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617607&amp;postID=109703847462039568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109703847462039568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617607/posts/default/109703847462039568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtlestar.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-bumming-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Die-Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690641967141302759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/cookiestarain/webcam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
