<?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-24388309</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:58:19.239+08:00</updated><category term='Trash'/><title type='text'>The Singaporienne: A Novel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7103453023978542162</id><published>2009-10-12T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:06:36.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/StL-74Zl4sI/AAAAAAAABJo/WChE9iUufzk/s1600-h/BW_Pharrell_by_VashaB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/StL-74Zl4sI/AAAAAAAABJo/WChE9iUufzk/s320/BW_Pharrell_by_VashaB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391652008621368002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;http://lumpatthetop.livejournal. com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;because blogger's too slow now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7103453023978542162?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7103453023978542162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7103453023978542162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/httplumpatthetoplivejounal.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/StL-74Zl4sI/AAAAAAAABJo/WChE9iUufzk/s72-c/BW_Pharrell_by_VashaB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-5725935012114574614</id><published>2009-10-11T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:34:57.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/StFgMJAJozI/AAAAAAAABJg/sJhQI7dLGJU/s1600-h/Barn_Owl_Tom_by_W0LLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/StFgMJAJozI/AAAAAAAABJg/sJhQI7dLGJU/s320/Barn_Owl_Tom_by_W0LLE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391195990630441778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sound of settling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-5725935012114574614?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5725935012114574614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5725935012114574614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/sound-of-settling.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/StFgMJAJozI/AAAAAAAABJg/sJhQI7dLGJU/s72-c/Barn_Owl_Tom_by_W0LLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-6321572196211352633</id><published>2009-10-08T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:33:21.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SszY91fB78I/AAAAAAAABJI/g66yB8SxMO8/s1600-h/Clockwork_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SszY91fB78I/AAAAAAAABJI/g66yB8SxMO8/s320/Clockwork_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389921410896490434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello, let's talk about time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what goes by from 8pm to 9pm at the gingerbread house? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. time goes by. learnt that from sandra, the fairytale detective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what exactly am i talking about? i have no idea, but the main point is time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mm. kay, i cant sleep. my tigger cant handle my hugs, i accidentally pulled a whisker, heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sitting here in my room, staring at the vomityellow painted wall which i still, to date, insist that it reminds me of sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sitting here in my room, feeling myself succumb to the sound of the fan above me, like it's about to dismantle and crash down on my crown.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sitting here in my room, watching the new rose-printed deep red curtains sway a little from the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my windchime isnt moving anymore much. hasnt made a sound for days, i think. i should go play with it like i used to. push that ball at the end that always seems like it's about to fall out, and listen to it tinkle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im in a weird mood, can you tell. hahah. rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i shall go listen to music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; pow'r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought the old man to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; have had so much blood in him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm, still, there seems to be that spot and yet, time passes by. kayy, weirdweird mood, hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nightss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-6321572196211352633?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6321572196211352633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6321572196211352633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-lets-talk-about-time.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SszY91fB78I/AAAAAAAABJI/g66yB8SxMO8/s72-c/Clockwork_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2614093894826662600</id><published>2009-10-05T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:10:42.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SsoFRIeuY8I/AAAAAAAABJA/IvIbpQlFMvs/s1600-h/Trust_by_ironist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SsoFRIeuY8I/AAAAAAAABJA/IvIbpQlFMvs/s320/Trust_by_ironist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389125695994487746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;went out, caught up with charmaine and shauna, hahah. it was awesome fun, took so much time just to splurge on one thing, hahah, and shauna was just like BUYBUYBUY. hahah, and charmaine and i were laughing like crazy cause we kept mishearing what we were saying. haha, suddenly onion rings became danya rings, and vivo became wiwo. haha, rawr. oh yeah, and this is how a normal conversation between charmaine and i would go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;D: kay, so now, where we going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CW: huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;D: where we going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CW: orh, we going to the mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;D: huh? i thought we decided on taking bus to vivo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CW: yess, we going mrt to take the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;D: HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA, that was hilarious, i was so confused lahh, haha. so yeah, heh, hung around with shauna and charmaine in town, went starbucks and burger king, where i took around an hour to finish my burger, hahah. and they were both like, danya shut up and eat. hahah, i already told them i take super long to finish burgers. hahah, ohwell, so yeah. haha, then shauna went chompchomp, and mainey and i went vivo to meet yuhao and her friend at her workplace, the food there quite okay, i took a bite out of yuhao's teriyaki chicken sandwich, hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tell you, the difference between yuhao and charmaine; mainey is a wayyy messier eater than yuhao, hahah. hilarious, i was watching the both of them eat. the difference was so funny, hahah. ah well. kay, good day finally catching up with them. so yayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kayy, whooshies, i likeylikey my shoes today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kay, im gonna watch the dish on style network, byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2614093894826662600?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2614093894826662600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2614093894826662600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/went-out-caught-up-with-charmaine-and.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SsoFRIeuY8I/AAAAAAAABJA/IvIbpQlFMvs/s72-c/Trust_by_ironist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7523342755668104136</id><published>2009-10-04T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:46:05.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SshNxJdy98I/AAAAAAAABI4/Xrw-b-Rr8zg/s1600-h/Trust_by_alireza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SshNxJdy98I/AAAAAAAABI4/Xrw-b-Rr8zg/s320/Trust_by_alireza1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388642460898621378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday was awesome fun, went out with shaf, sards, shaks and salisha. im so bloated from ystd's food. tarts and cookies and cakes and kfc and pizza and rice and curries. rawr, loads of food. i gotta feeling was stuck in my head the whole freakin' day, haha. oh and that john jacob song too. it was goodgood fun. my feet hurt but still, ystd was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i quit today, didnt feel too good about it, but i cant back out now huh. oh yeah, and buyers are coming in and out the house, my dad's trying to sell off the the house, and if he gets a good price, we'll be moving to a condo in east coast around next year, which is so super far, but yeah, it's fine, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want a dog, rawr, and a camera. whoosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;head hurts again, and i lost my meds, so yeah, have to go look around for them before i go mental. so yes, byebye, i shall go look around for them. either that, or ill go bake some lasagna cause making food and baking makes me happywappydappy, i have no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stop thinking danya. no idea what you're thinking about also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bleah, byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7523342755668104136?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7523342755668104136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7523342755668104136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-was-awesome-fun-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SshNxJdy98I/AAAAAAAABI4/Xrw-b-Rr8zg/s72-c/Trust_by_alireza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-5737584601471094404</id><published>2009-09-26T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:47:38.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sr39tzNwK1I/AAAAAAAABIo/6WgfvKq-UwE/s1600-h/Pharrell_by_star4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sr39tzNwK1I/AAAAAAAABIo/6WgfvKq-UwE/s320/Pharrell_by_star4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385739692688812882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;teehee, cant believe ive finally got to see them and rock out to their awesome beats. that one hour is still on replay in my head. ah gosh. (((: hihotnesss, pull up your tee again :D id kill to relive all that jumping and going crazyyy. and to get on that freakin stageee.&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/24388309-5737584601471094404?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5737584601471094404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5737584601471094404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/teehee-cant-believe-ive-finally-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sr39tzNwK1I/AAAAAAAABIo/6WgfvKq-UwE/s72-c/Pharrell_by_star4.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2583867816899529033</id><published>2009-09-23T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:15:03.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SroQzq6hpoI/AAAAAAAABIg/gixRX_EG5ao/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SroQzq6hpoI/AAAAAAAABIg/gixRX_EG5ao/s320/DSC00864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384634784353986178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAYAWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;let it be known that you are loved to bits by me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2583867816899529033?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2583867816899529033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2583867816899529033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/happybirthdayawesome-let-it-be-known.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SroQzq6hpoI/AAAAAAAABIg/gixRX_EG5ao/s72-c/DSC00864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4752035440680442499</id><published>2009-09-21T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:43:34.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d34125a3f228042" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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went to gram's place for her birthday and got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything seems fine but somehow, it seems that something's missing. but i guess it's just me, so yeah, hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nightss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4752035440680442499?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4752035440680442499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4752035440680442499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-schlozer-freakin-garbageman-took.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7167432171714653364</id><published>2009-09-19T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:10:30.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SrTWxSbtU5I/AAAAAAAABIY/FjAQIxh6Y9Q/s1600-h/1_651738625l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SrTWxSbtU5I/AAAAAAAABIY/FjAQIxh6Y9Q/s320/1_651738625l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383163596864574354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19th sept 2009&lt;br /&gt;12.15pm&lt;br /&gt;what's a little death in life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey thanks love, for being there for me when dozer died, and im sorry for waking you up with me crying. (:&lt;br /&gt;cake, rocket science, bedsheets, cartoons made the day seem way better than what was already ingrained in my head. thankie. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7167432171714653364?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7167432171714653364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7167432171714653364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/19th-sept-2009-12.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SrTWxSbtU5I/AAAAAAAABIY/FjAQIxh6Y9Q/s72-c/1_651738625l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2706463531599767539</id><published>2009-09-17T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:35:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SrHHnRGAWQI/AAAAAAAABIQ/CXgspQsTiyY/s1600-h/sick_by_xerocorp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SrHHnRGAWQI/AAAAAAAABIQ/CXgspQsTiyY/s320/sick_by_xerocorp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382302507101870338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;danya the sickling, and other news;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'ve been sick since tuesday, fevers are on-and-off, like every time im ready to sleep. and migraines are splitting my head apart. the meds help, but if only it wasnt so drowsy. i couldnt even walk up and down the stairs, let alone walk in a straight line, haha. havent taken my meds yet for the day, so yeah, im still quite sane, wheeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ystd was an awesomepossum day, shaf and sards came over, and i was like 'awww' in my head, hahah. had macaroni soup, sorta, and watched teevee. hahah, i liked yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is seriously the longest ive stayed home for quite some time, hahah. i feel like going for touch later, but im guessing there'll be quite a few who think otherwise if i go. haha. couldnt sleep last night, slept at around eleven and woke up at one plus, and ive been awake since then. it's now 1.30pm. ah well, ive got loads of time today, since there's practically nothing to do in this house, though i dont think im gonna catch up on some sleep, unless i take my meds. so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally got around to cleaning my room, and continuing my poems. rawr, im not used to having so much time on my hands ): bleahh. hahah. ah well, shall go bathe now and watch more tv, cause my mum's not allowing me to leave the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna get new heels from mphosis and shoes from charles and keith tmr, see whether i got enough money first. wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's to me getting better cause im literally dying in this hellhouse. it's so quiet and lonesome when there's no one around, haha. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&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/24388309-2706463531599767539?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2706463531599767539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2706463531599767539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/danya-sickling-and-other-news-ve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SrHHnRGAWQI/AAAAAAAABIQ/CXgspQsTiyY/s72-c/sick_by_xerocorp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2872930354940414554</id><published>2009-09-12T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:48:59.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqt8MvdwESI/AAAAAAAABII/G4p39cWA5N4/s1600-h/Smile_by_armene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqt8MvdwESI/AAAAAAAABII/G4p39cWA5N4/s320/Smile_by_armene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380530738165715234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2872930354940414554?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2872930354940414554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2872930354940414554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqt8MvdwESI/AAAAAAAABII/G4p39cWA5N4/s72-c/Smile_by_armene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4999502714282446678</id><published>2009-09-11T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:47:23.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqk5pfWtsPI/AAAAAAAABIA/bZA9XWKxN6w/s1600-h/dance_with_me_by_interpretation_of_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqk5pfWtsPI/AAAAAAAABIA/bZA9XWKxN6w/s320/dance_with_me_by_interpretation_of_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894614824956146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tired; feeling lousy.&lt;br /&gt;brighten up danya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when im tired and lonesome,&lt;br /&gt;be there to shine a light on me, will you?&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/24388309-4999502714282446678?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4999502714282446678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4999502714282446678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired-feeling-lousy.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqk5pfWtsPI/AAAAAAAABIA/bZA9XWKxN6w/s72-c/dance_with_me_by_interpretation_of_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1688567497938872214</id><published>2009-09-09T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:32:01.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqe02aGbxRI/AAAAAAAABH4/vgJMFrh1T2U/s1600-h/On_Camera_by_hcjessop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqe02aGbxRI/AAAAAAAABH4/vgJMFrh1T2U/s320/On_Camera_by_hcjessop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379467126729590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, well, here goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i worry, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i complain, i know. i try to keep within my limits, try not to annoy, try to distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just want to stop thinking, though i dont even know why and what im thinking about. too paranoid at times, but it'll stop soon, always does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just phases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah well, at least touch is keeping my head straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my only simple pleasures right now are in touch, and even that comes with injuries, hahah. havent actually genuinely been happy since like what, i dunno when. but there's been good days so that's awesomepossum, like sunday, the proposal was hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'ve been out of the house these past few days, hahah, i love the fact that i have wayy more freedom nowadays, i dont have to lie to my parents every time i go out now. i dont really like staying home nowadays, just keep trying to keep myself busy these past few days, and have at least, some company. i love company, so that is goodiegoodgood. hahah. my dad's bdae was awesomepossum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stuff to finish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. the whole typing thing for my momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. clean my room cause i think it reeks of dead bats or something, eugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. play hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. have a couple of hours of pampering to myself, cause i absolutely love to pamper myself. the whole works, and by that, i mean, the jacuzzi upstairs, and then a warm shower in my mum's room (that shower is seriously awesomee) and creams, and hair treatments, and my own facial, and then just stone and sleep. the only thing that would make it even better would be a like fulll body massage and a mani AND pedi. hahahah, im smiling to myself already. gosh, sounds soo goood, hahah. heehee, i know everyone else would have gone through worse than me and need to be pampered, but it's so awesome to just think about it, hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. do something about my body because i am really blubbery nowadays, gotta stop all that nonsense food. i dont even like what im eating sometimes, all i want to do is  just have a taste and fill my mouth, feel like a pig sometimes, hahah. ah well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;all i gotta do is keep my head straight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and learn to live. that's aint so hard, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;smilesmile :D yayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1688567497938872214?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1688567497938872214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1688567497938872214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-well-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sqe02aGbxRI/AAAAAAAABH4/vgJMFrh1T2U/s72-c/On_Camera_by_hcjessop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-8038426459812911065</id><published>2009-08-31T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:56:59.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Spvnkdt9YHI/AAAAAAAABHw/k_iMcZfRNLA/s1600-h/Dance_with_me__by_GoldenSands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Spvnkdt9YHI/AAAAAAAABHw/k_iMcZfRNLA/s320/Dance_with_me__by_GoldenSands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376145193835520114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was how I made sense of the world;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;repeating word for word, with stylized narrative and rhetorical interruptions, entire deathbed scenes, or marraige proposals that had occurred a hundred years before. It is not discussed even in covert groups of two, brought together by a long car trip or by insomnia in a late-night kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even the most random of events are constantly rehearsed in my mind. The gentle side and the other stern half merging harmoniously with the baritone of conscience and the babble of the sidetracks, and certain ornamental bits, improvised by daring soloists of the mind, eagerly seized upon and elaborated by the chorus, until finally, by group effort, it arrives together at a single song; a song which is then memorized, and sung by the entire company again and again, slowly eroding away at focus and comes to take the place of principle; one single rooted thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;these one thoughts linger; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it is definitely fine, because realization hits that this is exactly how i make sense of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-8038426459812911065?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8038426459812911065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8038426459812911065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-was-how-i-made-sense-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Spvnkdt9YHI/AAAAAAAABHw/k_iMcZfRNLA/s72-c/Dance_with_me__by_GoldenSands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-6104866045891636217</id><published>2009-08-27T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:52:02.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Spaax8-yY1I/AAAAAAAABHo/JzvNytUnVl4/s1600-h/roses_and_redheads_by_mediocre_matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Spaax8-yY1I/AAAAAAAABHo/JzvNytUnVl4/s320/roses_and_redheads_by_mediocre_matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374653388287009618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;still feeling very bloated from today's lunch, eugh. it's like the only meal i had today, but i couldnt fit anymore in my tummy, hahah. borrowed three books ystd, cant wait to start reading after this, yayy. it's been really long since ive read a good book. i rmb the last good book which i read was the gargoyle by andrew davidson, haha. awesomeness. 'the world is your crucible'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;watched deuce bigalow earlier today, hahah, it was hilarious, hotttt guys, i tell you. hottt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just really slacked the whole day today, which is sort of a good thing, cause i kinda needed a break, but i felt really guilty, i have no idea why. guess it's because there are others sutdying like crazy and they need a break more than i do, though i got one. plus, im not really taking care of my body anymore, rawr. seriously, ive got no exercise for the past few weeks, and it's evident that ive gained quite alot of weight. plus, im like really sluggish, rawr. gotta run hard on saturday, so that at least when maine pokes at me, my fats wont jiggle as much, hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im happy today. whoopdedoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-6104866045891636217?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6104866045891636217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6104866045891636217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-feeling-very-bloated-from-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Spaax8-yY1I/AAAAAAAABHo/JzvNytUnVl4/s72-c/roses_and_redheads_by_mediocre_matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2452573604215758860</id><published>2009-08-24T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:29:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SpKxt7VTosI/AAAAAAAABHg/Nzk5CWknewY/s1600-h/Trust_by_Mollinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SpKxt7VTosI/AAAAAAAABHg/Nzk5CWknewY/s320/Trust_by_Mollinda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373552707985711810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hey Mr. Curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Is it true what they've been saying about you&lt;br /&gt;Well are you killing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2452573604215758860?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2452573604215758860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2452573604215758860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SpKxt7VTosI/AAAAAAAABHg/Nzk5CWknewY/s72-c/Trust_by_Mollinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3286880398229983518</id><published>2009-08-22T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:41:55.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/So_xrB6BhPI/AAAAAAAABHY/92CTw59a65U/s1600-h/Camera_Eye_by_prettymonkey26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/So_xrB6BhPI/AAAAAAAABHY/92CTw59a65U/s320/Camera_Eye_by_prettymonkey26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372778602024764658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was highly unproductive. hours at the cc, and only a little bit diffused into my brain. i think my brain's just a little drained. but tmr will def be a better day cause tmr's my last chhance to do awesome for hap, so yeah. all these hormones are like killing me. i wish our body was a bag of bones and blood. that's all, haha, then we dont even need to learn bout systems, heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was a drainy, solemn, cranky, itchy, sleepy day. not a very good day, for that matter. but no worries. (((: after the storm comes the calm, which is goodiegoodgood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;imma study like crazy tmr, dont care, haha. i shall stuff everything in my head and then vomit it alll out on the paper on monday, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tmr, daddydear's gonna try out his new grill, so we're having our own minibbq tmr. hope there's lamb, yummyy. kay, i shall stop thinking bout food or Paunchie will just get bigger day by day. rawr, haha, i need touch soonsoon, but i feel lazyy, i dont really want to get too physical, ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nights yall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3286880398229983518?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3286880398229983518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3286880398229983518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-highly-unproductive.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/So_xrB6BhPI/AAAAAAAABHY/92CTw59a65U/s72-c/Camera_Eye_by_prettymonkey26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-8694396504368088578</id><published>2009-08-21T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:48:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/So63nXtrNVI/AAAAAAAABHQ/k7ZzYNyY5xw/s1600-h/I_am_four_by_meppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/So63nXtrNVI/AAAAAAAABHQ/k7ZzYNyY5xw/s320/I_am_four_by_meppol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372433292507952466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was a goodiegoodgood day, finally spent time as the four of us. it's been so long, since like simpang bedok day. i felt great today, managed to spend time with awesome close friends :D we wanted quarantine,whooosh, freaky movie. purple zombie people biting at everyone, oh gosh. scared the crap out of me, seriously, i was like shivering at the side, hahaha. the worst was the camera guy smashing the camera on the zombiewoman's head, ohmygosh, seriously. haha, and the kid bit her own mother. rawr, that's some freaky shit there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;camwhored like crazy, as usual. :D my favourite, i love unglams, more fun. hahah. had goodiegoodgood fun. i love yall ohsomuchos (: pigged out like crazy, seriously. chicken wings and pizza and cakey-eclair thingys, and pepsi. loadsss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gonna do hap and obc tmr at the cc. no bubble tea tmr, cause ill grow fat and die, HAHAHA. and i cant take big steps too. hahaha. wtv lah, arsewipes, hahah, today is insultdanyaday or something, hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;good food, great friends, lots of fun times. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're an oyster cracker on the stew,&lt;br /&gt;And the honey in the tea,&lt;br /&gt;We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two,&lt;br /&gt;In the black coffee,&lt;br /&gt;The golden crust on an apple pie,&lt;br /&gt;That shines in the sun at noon,&lt;br /&gt;We're a wheel of cheese high in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-8694396504368088578?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8694396504368088578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8694396504368088578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-goodiegoodgood-day-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/So63nXtrNVI/AAAAAAAABHQ/k7ZzYNyY5xw/s72-c/I_am_four_by_meppol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3374572520515955232</id><published>2009-08-19T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:52:04.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sorb6gFDLCI/AAAAAAAABHI/bK_NepfIU1E/s1600-h/DSC04652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sorb6gFDLCI/AAAAAAAABHI/bK_NepfIU1E/s320/DSC04652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371347303682747426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;these past fews days are good ones; goodiegoodgood ones. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3374572520515955232?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3374572520515955232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3374572520515955232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-past-fews-days-are-good-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sorb6gFDLCI/AAAAAAAABHI/bK_NepfIU1E/s72-c/DSC04652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4064951116974994243</id><published>2009-08-15T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:57:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoaiYQYYPNI/AAAAAAAABG4/dHPcHe51vOQ/s1600-h/DSC04232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoaiYQYYPNI/AAAAAAAABG4/dHPcHe51vOQ/s320/DSC04232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370158143283674322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You took this btw, so very long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;watch me crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4064951116974994243?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4064951116974994243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4064951116974994243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-took-this-btw-so-very-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoaiYQYYPNI/AAAAAAAABG4/dHPcHe51vOQ/s72-c/DSC04232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-754039649033248818</id><published>2009-08-14T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:23:29.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoWATgfipOI/AAAAAAAABGw/EfjarIW0Dhw/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoWATgfipOI/AAAAAAAABGw/EfjarIW0Dhw/s320/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369839203337282786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i loved today, and didnt like it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;didnt like it cause i was just reminded of the amount of time left. it's just wayy too fast, and i wish i had all the time in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when You sang today, i was so ready to hold back my tears, but i guess it didnt work huh. cause being so ready not to cry, just made me cry more after You left. love You to bits, and You know that, dont ever forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still cant stop crying, dont think i can sleep at all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the smile on your face lets me know that you need me/there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me/the touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you say it best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you say nothing at all. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&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/24388309-754039649033248818?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/754039649033248818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/754039649033248818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-loved-today-and-didnt-like-it-either.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoWATgfipOI/AAAAAAAABGw/EfjarIW0Dhw/s72-c/DSC00363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4911855085565080273</id><published>2009-08-11T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:14:16.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoBEt8-ZGHI/AAAAAAAABGg/Y1zgZkGIE7U/s1600-h/light_snack_by_davespertine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoBEt8-ZGHI/AAAAAAAABGg/Y1zgZkGIE7U/s320/light_snack_by_davespertine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368366312078252146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i ever should hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;id take comfort in knowing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that youll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;((: love you so awesomepossumly muchos, deanieweanie. you made my day today &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;went crazy today, then mellowed down, and then crazier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;g.i joe, lasagne, mee soto, a good talk, banana milkshake, obc, kicking games, don's drawing, mary's waving to my nonexistent dad out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash, i wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOODNIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4911855085565080273?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4911855085565080273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4911855085565080273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-ever-should-hurt-id-take-comfort.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SoBEt8-ZGHI/AAAAAAAABGg/Y1zgZkGIE7U/s72-c/light_snack_by_davespertine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2774775930589196673</id><published>2009-08-09T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:18:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sn6asCJNO5I/AAAAAAAABGY/42kh8_vnGto/s1600-h/middleman__three_by_extant_orrorin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sn6asCJNO5I/AAAAAAAABGY/42kh8_vnGto/s320/middleman__three_by_extant_orrorin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367897887152618386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ive been trying; been reaching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but these moments are far too hard to handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ive been twisting and turning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for my bed cant hold me no longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's the heart taken up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it's never enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so id rather wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;till everything's passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;of all my time ive been saving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's nothing left to do but dwell;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in matters ive tried mending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;trying to patch it back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didnt realise though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's been tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing was ever broken to start with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and that it already started with just stardust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;debris of everything that was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;moments of cherished times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a friendship i'd hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for more to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for life to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dreading time passing so quickly, i dont want it to come so fast. though we're not as close as we used to be, i definitely dont want to you to go just yet. maybe because i wanna try harder, spend more time. well, that's not gonna happen, i guess. used to think that if i tried harder, maybe we'd still be like we used to be in secondary sch. i kinda still think so, that's it's sorta my fault still. maybe it doesnt mean much, but it does to me. ive always been someone who takes things to heart, but id prefer to see it as a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;well, all i want is more time. i dont know if id do things differently if there was more time, but there'd definitely be a chance for me to try if i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna say this but things did change between us. for the better, or for worse, i do not know. it seems fine to me. all i know is im already missing you and the times we've had. &lt;3 let's be awesomepossum friends :D&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/24388309-2774775930589196673?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2774775930589196673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2774775930589196673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-trying-been-reaching-but-these.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sn6asCJNO5I/AAAAAAAABGY/42kh8_vnGto/s72-c/middleman__three_by_extant_orrorin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-5647039334569856457</id><published>2009-08-07T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:50:52.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnxHj22phHI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0g4ulImXGng/s1600-h/middleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnxHj22phHI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0g4ulImXGng/s320/middleman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367243537264510066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes i wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but pull back straight after,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;probably because im scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that id get my hopes up too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes i find it hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and id love for you to listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and id do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to spend days watching time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;spend days swinging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and spend days dazed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the passing clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;id talk to them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;about my day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and just about anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i just wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to focus and keep strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for those who lead me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and for those who push me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for the few who keep me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and ignite my diminishing flame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;id cherish till the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for love keeps us going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;love pushes our limits, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;love almost never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-5647039334569856457?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5647039334569856457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5647039334569856457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-wish-but-pull-back-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnxHj22phHI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0g4ulImXGng/s72-c/middleman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7608735037633462374</id><published>2009-08-07T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:22:46.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnsNUg4EOFI/AAAAAAAABGI/Zxu8aMN5Yjg/s1600-h/Jump_the_slack_by_eyeshotone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnsNUg4EOFI/AAAAAAAABGI/Zxu8aMN5Yjg/s320/Jump_the_slack_by_eyeshotone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366898027015714898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;somehow today seemed like a bad day, though it was good. like something was lurking in the corner just to make it worse; trod me down. did good for math and obc. but for me, it's still not enough. i still dont think that that's the best i have, cause ive done better. just need to push myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;played bball with megan, yuhao, warmaine, suyi and celeste. it was goodgood, i sprained my left ring finger while grabbing the ball from yuhao, bleah, haha. oh well, it'll be fine. i just hope it doesnt swell like the last time, cause i cant write properly with a bulbous finger, haha. had touch today, it was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;these days, i havent been in the mood to do anything, and i have o idea why, but something just keeps nagging at me and i dont know what it is. just keep feeling really moodout sometimes. hope this whole thing passes through quickly, cause it's affecting my attitude and the way i talk to people around me. i hope i havent hurt anyone, and here's hoping i wont do anything to risk my relationship with others. cause sometimes, i have a very sharp tongue and i dont realise it till it's wayy over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just want someone to listen even if i have nothing to say. even if i blabber nonsense. i just want someone to pay attention to what i say, instead brush it off, even if what ive said was totally crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7608735037633462374?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7608735037633462374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7608735037633462374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/somehow-today-seemed-like-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnsNUg4EOFI/AAAAAAAABGI/Zxu8aMN5Yjg/s72-c/Jump_the_slack_by_eyeshotone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3476586505166381116</id><published>2009-08-04T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:28:42.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnhOMzZBoPI/AAAAAAAABGA/gYhhJhSgrbM/s1600-h/killspiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnhOMzZBoPI/AAAAAAAABGA/gYhhJhSgrbM/s320/killspiderman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366124937872515314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;went really high in the morning today, prankmsged suyi, kimsim and megan. i think my conversation with suyi was like the most hilarious lahh, haha. it was super funny, haha. i went home with charmaine after that, which was super funny. charmaine went high at my place, and she tried to scratch her buttcrack with her leg, haha. and she kept trying to shove her foot in my face.we were like sleepy and still high, which was really weird. went back to school, and i napped a little, and right after that, we played bball with with bren, bel, teri, lange, sharp, yanlin, megan and vivien. it was hilarious lahh, haha, we were laughing the whole way. and bren was like saying that my hands look like those retactable hands in the arcade game thingy. the ones where you get a soft toy or something out of it, haha, cause i kept grabbing it the ball since everyone else is a little shorter than me, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;had touch after that, haha. which was fun. just reached home and now i need to bathe, do math and pipc and finally sleepyweepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling a little weirdly moodout today, but i didnt let it bother me. dunno why i have so much of stuff in my head. must flush it out, someone press the flush button for me and make me feel loved. rawr. in the very least, crap with me, at least ill stay high. wheeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3476586505166381116?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3476586505166381116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3476586505166381116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-really-high-in-morning-today.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnhOMzZBoPI/AAAAAAAABGA/gYhhJhSgrbM/s72-c/killspiderman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7355819664805930976</id><published>2009-07-31T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:56:38.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnLkXRHj_cI/AAAAAAAABF4/ej8TIInQMns/s1600-h/Delicious_Food_Buttons_by_pinkfairywand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnLkXRHj_cI/AAAAAAAABF4/ej8TIInQMns/s320/Delicious_Food_Buttons_by_pinkfairywand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364601194534927810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;taking a break from all my studying. wheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;was quite moody today, and i wish i had been more subtle bout it, cause now i feel really mean and crappy bout it. oh well, tmr's a new day. can start with a clean slate; so to speak. oh well, today, i came late for pipc and apparently nothing much was done during the first twenty mins that i was not there for. and then had hap, hamsterman couldnt stop asking questions. i was just so dazed, didnt really talk much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;went to meet sards and shaf after, and i kinda studied, like i managed to learn to draw the nephron and understand the whole process of urine formation. havent seen sards for like a whole week lahh, haha. so weird, haha, we ended up drawing robotstick, medubot, emobot and HAPPYBOT on my hap notes. that made my day actually, haha. we walked from school to central and affter that, i walked back home to find my mum running around the house, cause she itchy mouth, put a justfried piping hot popiah in her mouth, haha. and she was jumping around. but i was too tired and aching to do anything but watch her antics. i didnt even laugh, what the crap. rawr. my knee is like seriously killing me and my back too. and i can feel my bruises throbbing like crazy everytime i sit or cross my legs. roarrr. must keep my mood up tmr, whoosh, kinda bummed though. after touch, im just gonna go home and study. rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;something's just wrong with me today, bleah. and like i said, tmr will be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smash Into You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Head down as I watch my feet take turns hitting the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should, I find myself in love racing the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm soaked in your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love was right in my path, in my grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And me and you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna run, run, smash into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna run, run, smash into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It flows, what I hear no one else has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I know in what we have is worth first place in gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm soaked in your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love right in my path, in my grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And me and you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna run, run, smash into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna run, run, smash into you, smash into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Head down, as I watch my feet take turns hitting the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should, I'm in love and I'm racing the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm soaked in your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love is right in my path, in my grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And me and you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, I wanna run, smash into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm willing to run, smash into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm willing to run and run, and run, and run, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm ready to run and run, and run, and run, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I wanna run, run, smash into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm willing to run, run, smash into you&lt;/span&gt;&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/24388309-7355819664805930976?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7355819664805930976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7355819664805930976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-break-from-all-my-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SnLkXRHj_cI/AAAAAAAABF4/ej8TIInQMns/s72-c/Delicious_Food_Buttons_by_pinkfairywand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-6358530138594791172</id><published>2009-07-29T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:49:12.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sm8l6Ee28bI/AAAAAAAABFw/lcUTwfJ9kVI/s1600-h/World_Record_Breake_by_ahermin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sm8l6Ee28bI/AAAAAAAABFw/lcUTwfJ9kVI/s320/World_Record_Breake_by_ahermin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363547360787362226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;had the stoopid obc paper today, which was supersuperduper bad, seriously. ill prolly get a single digit, which is gonna pull my gpa wayyy down ): stupidstupid careless mistakes, which i really cant seem to forgive myself for. it was like i knew the answer but i unconsciously just wrote down the bloody wrong answer. i knew down meant right, i knew it was a brick red ppt cause of the free aldehyde group. but nooo, i had to write otherwise. hrmph, it was nagging at me for so long, but i guess i cant do anything bout it. just let it be. i really dont want to redo it for another sem, that'll just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a macs breakfast today, for lunch, which was alright. went with shauna, germ, jiamin, and warmaine, joey, shan, steph and gen. it was fine. haha, charmaine called me a kitkat today, cause i was wearing a red dress. rawr, you. but it's fine, haha. stoopid dress acctentuated my tummy today, charmaine kept telling me it was distracting, cause her eyes keep going down to my tummy while im talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to wear covered shoes today for lab, so i wore my boots in the lab, haha. we did urine sampling today, haha, and charmaine accidentally touched my urine with her bare hands, haha, hilarious. super gross lah, my eraser almost dropped into luke's peecup, which was like threequarters full, haha. he pee-ed a lot. and i went around hugging everyone,i still love congrui's reaction. wendy refused to hug me ): and alicia was mumbling to herself about the prac while i was hugging her. mo was just like okayyy. warmaine's nice to hug, haha, and shauna too. oh well, things turned out better later, played bball with sherie, megan, yanlin, rachel and warmaine. played till we were like dying and plus, i played barefoot cause the slipppers were hurting. then the floor was so hot till i got blisters on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved today's training. three main reasons but i shall not say anything right now. (: just happyhappywappydappy bout it. powerstep kinda killed me, the lunges hurt my back a little, but it's okay. my back got a little worse during the drills cause i cracked it and could feel it compress. haha, oh well, came very close to scoring twice, and i almost caught yanlin when she scored. if only i dove, for her. haha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mustmustmust work hard, for school and for touch. cause i love both, and i just wish i was better at both. need to push myself loadsandloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, gotta do pip and maths.&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Please Don't Stop The Rain"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Or didn't say this time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if it's me or you&lt;br /&gt;But I can see the skies are changing&lt;br /&gt;In all the shades of blue&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know which way it's gonna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's gonna be a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing we can do to make it change&lt;br /&gt;We can pray for sunny weather&lt;br /&gt;But that won't stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like you got no place to run&lt;br /&gt;I can be your shelter 'til it's done&lt;br /&gt;We can make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&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/24388309-6358530138594791172?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6358530138594791172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6358530138594791172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-stoopid-obc-paper-today-which-was.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sm8l6Ee28bI/AAAAAAAABFw/lcUTwfJ9kVI/s72-c/World_Record_Breake_by_ahermin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4415839182005383629</id><published>2009-07-27T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:24:53.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sm1n7JbznRI/AAAAAAAABFo/58DXwG6oMzk/s1600-h/Bear_by_PrettySick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sm1n7JbznRI/AAAAAAAABFo/58DXwG6oMzk/s320/Bear_by_PrettySick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363056997110619410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i want a teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; so that i can hug it when there's no one to hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;came home early today. need to study obc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my dad's getting on my nerves and im getting easily irrtitable though im trying not to show it. it's like everytime i think of what he's said for the past three days, makes me realise that he probably has no care for anyone's feelings except his. it's always his way or no way. no compromise, no nothing. and that kinda gets me peeved. can feel the blood rush to my head everytime i get peeved and after a while, i just get a migraine and really woozy. wtv lah. forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'ve been trying not to think, but it doesnt work much. how to stop thinking about it when it's nagging at you the whole way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;shall go do obc cause right now, id rather concentrate on my studies than think. bloody mirgraine, seriously killing me.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4415839182005383629?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4415839182005383629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4415839182005383629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/roarrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sm1n7JbznRI/AAAAAAAABFo/58DXwG6oMzk/s72-c/Bear_by_PrettySick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2717029318397027346</id><published>2009-07-25T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:59:59.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmruqyYmQuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/625xCZsnk5k/s1600-h/5336_1119198175433_1091375225_30350151_6538100_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmruqyYmQuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/625xCZsnk5k/s320/5336_1119198175433_1091375225_30350151_6538100_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362360725184856802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;got jay z lips, as sards said. haha. it's fun making weird faces. it's like if i am unglam all the time, at least ill look good when im not. hahaha, weird logic huh. haha, sards does an awesome job at capturing and reminding me of my unglam moments. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;watched the hangover with sards today while my mum was having a hangover. she slept loads, haha. and then the cd stopped working, and my dad wanted to watch terminator, which gave me a headache, haha. got new perfume today, woohoo. happyhappywappydappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;managed to study just now, like suddenly i absorbed like a sponge. yayy. like seriously, suddenly, i managed to understand carbohydrates, the glycosidic linkages and stuff. funfunfun (: haha, feel so good now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cant stand the way my dad thinks. he's always telling me put creams and stuff to get me fairer. rawr, it's seriously annoying. he doesnt seem to be able to accept my colour tone, i have no idea why. i like my skin tone, but apparently im supposed to try to be fairer. kay, wtv, it just peeved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shall go eat. haha, my appetite seriously weird. like suddenly, i really just eat like crazy and supersuperduper fast. and suddenly, i just dont feel like eating for the whole day. bleah.. haha, ah well, byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2717029318397027346?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2717029318397027346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2717029318397027346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-jay-z-lips-as-sards-said.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmruqyYmQuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/625xCZsnk5k/s72-c/5336_1119198175433_1091375225_30350151_6538100_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-6203388163786213152</id><published>2009-07-24T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:50:02.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmnVRfwZ_tI/AAAAAAAABFI/yM593Z5jkoI/s1600-h/Say_hello_to_my_best_friend_by_butterscotchfart.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmnVRfwZ_tI/AAAAAAAABFI/yM593Z5jkoI/s320/Say_hello_to_my_best_friend_by_butterscotchfart.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362051327920307922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;like, no, loved today. (: havent spent time sards, shaf and shak together for such a long time. and somehow, it felt like the weight of schoolwork and all my stresses and worryings were just lifted off for those few hours. like i could finally not care and be myself. i mean, not that im not myself everyday, because i am. but it's just that today was great. i might be having too much thought into just one day, but the feeling of great friends by your side was awesome after such a long time (: so yeah, thanks yall. i already started to miss them on the bus ride home, hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well, we crapped a lot, which was goodiegoodgood. went to simpang bedok, which just looked like another gardens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;good food, good chilli :P, good service, good friends; great times. so yayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess the pics on fb would be enough said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i shall go to the temple, clean my room, and study obc and pipc tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so yayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still feel cheated by the hap paper, bloody blood pH qn, rawr. kay, nvm, haha, nights. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-6203388163786213152?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6203388163786213152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6203388163786213152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-no-loved-today.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmnVRfwZ_tI/AAAAAAAABFI/yM593Z5jkoI/s72-c/Say_hello_to_my_best_friend_by_butterscotchfart.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-5919580173575993888</id><published>2009-07-23T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:37:08.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Smhit_0h5OI/AAAAAAAABFA/k8xrtXN-nKA/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Smhit_0h5OI/AAAAAAAABFA/k8xrtXN-nKA/s320/DSC01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361643898749969634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i asked the obcwoman when we can take our postlab with these specs and she called me a weirdo, what the crapp. haha, still cant believe a lecturer called me a weirdo. charmaine and i startd playing with the camera before the postlab, haha. i was like jumping around and making weird faces. and charmaine couldnt reach, hahaha, so i had to carry her. and alicia was like, 'danya loves to be on tv' haha, what the crap. and i tried tying congrui's hair my way, as in my usual high ponytail, but it didnt work. haha.&lt;br /&gt;congrui's apparently my sister and she's albino. she's super nonsense lah, haha. today, i tried to wax royston's arm hair but it didnt work. rawr, haha, went crazy today. i laughed till i started crying. but that's kinda usual in school, i guess. haha, i always laugh till i tear in school. haha, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;yayy, tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like tmr's timetable, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;2hours of pipc, 4 hours of break, then a hap test.&lt;br /&gt;nonsense lahh, 4 freakin hours just to wait for a 45 minss test, bleahhh.&lt;br /&gt;haha, oh well. smilesmile. still looking forward to tmr ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go study hap, wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello, tell me you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, you figured me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something gave it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it would be such a beautiful moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To see the look on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I know that you know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-5919580173575993888?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5919580173575993888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5919580173575993888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-asked-obcwoman-when-we-can-take-our.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Smhit_0h5OI/AAAAAAAABFA/k8xrtXN-nKA/s72-c/DSC01244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-8317278891530411599</id><published>2009-07-22T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:06:05.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmcMQkhLrYI/AAAAAAAABE4/z_bOh4biXaQ/s1600-h/-________-016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmcMQkhLrYI/AAAAAAAABE4/z_bOh4biXaQ/s320/-________-016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361267360228158850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was initially a cold and cranky day for me. guess who made my day? (: pipc guy. hahaha. hilarious, i tell you. i just finished obc prelab, and ive never been a person who likes to copy but seriously, i dunno how to draw the structures. someone help me tmr kayy. thanksyouusverymuchos. part of why i was cranky today was cause my earpiece died on me and i didnt get my daily dose of proper music, which was saddd. lucky warmaine was nice enough to give me her awesomely green earpiece, heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ystd was luke's bdae, HAPPYWAPPYDAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUKEYWUKEY! (: haha, it was really funny when the whole lecture theatre started singing him happy birthday today, haha. i dunno, i just found it funny, cause he was not the kind who'd want a scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im quite pleased with myself, i only slept during the last two slides of the pipc lecture, and i understood pipc today, but im still quite peeved bout the math test today. rawr, bloody finite, infinite. if i had known bout that, id prolly be more confident bout the paper now, instead of having my mind fixed on that issue the whole day. it's annoying when i cant stop thinking bout it, and it just keeps nagging at me, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well. shall do hap now. friday got test, rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-8317278891530411599?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8317278891530411599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8317278891530411599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-initially-cold-and-cranky-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmcMQkhLrYI/AAAAAAAABE4/z_bOh4biXaQ/s72-c/-________-016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3792001404703971382</id><published>2009-07-18T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:52:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmHr1YyLttI/AAAAAAAABEw/jbQ9OeLA530/s1600-h/Image194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmHr1YyLttI/AAAAAAAABEw/jbQ9OeLA530/s320/Image194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359824333966128850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmHr1A0HPHI/AAAAAAAABEo/iF1doWxOIy4/s1600-h/Image191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmHr1A0HPHI/AAAAAAAABEo/iF1doWxOIy4/s320/Image191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359824327531773042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmHr0xv03RI/AAAAAAAABEg/2v41lilJvLQ/s1600-h/Image0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmHr0xv03RI/AAAAAAAABEg/2v41lilJvLQ/s320/Image0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359824323487259922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was a goodiegoodgood day. went to the temple in the morning and some kid spilled superhot gooey rice on me, eugh. oh well, haha, went to nlb and took the escalator up and down over and over again till sards, riane and zaboof came. haha, i somehow couldnt seem to find the books, all i saw was escalators and toilets. then we tried looking for a seat to study and ended up at macs. not bad, i managed to finish csas. and apparently riane thinks i do psychology for animals basing on what i was studying for at that point of time. haha, cause all she saw me read was boosting self-esteem, and conflict management and stuff. haha. had fun talking too. haha, sards pushed my fingers into garlic chilli sauce -_- haha. oh, and i stoned at zaboof's face while memorising and she didnt know i do that when i study, so she didnt know whether to smile at me or not, and it was so awkward, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sard's mummydear came over and we split. haha. riane and i went to another macs nearer to her dance place, cause she wanted her smicy smack blab. HAHA. oh, and i fell in love with a pair of 300 dollar purple guess heels. super gorgeous, i tell you (((: haha, riane wanted to see  how tall i could get, so i tried on that pair, and they actually fit! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i went to my gram's place, to see my now-bald gramma, haha. she looks so cute, haha. i was just crapping with smka and kalpz. then we left at around nine plus, but then, my bro got into trouble, so i only reached home around eleven with a splitting headache, smelly jeans and a grumpy family. rawr, haha, ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;still had a good day (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nights yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, and i lost my favourite hairband which i had just bought from daiso ystd. rawr. i liked that hairband a lott. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3792001404703971382?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3792001404703971382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3792001404703971382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-goodiegoodgood-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmHr1YyLttI/AAAAAAAABEw/jbQ9OeLA530/s72-c/Image194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-145039012536474654</id><published>2009-07-17T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:06:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmBmUAS9QYI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7Z_S4bi8A2A/s1600-h/swing_by_rochellelea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmBmUAS9QYI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7Z_S4bi8A2A/s320/swing_by_rochellelea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359396050433819010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was an awesomepossum day. hap lecture got cancelled and hap tutorial lasted only for an hour, instead of the usual two. so i ended at two instead of four. wan yi called me during tutorial and we decided to meet up at plaza sing. mannn, i miss talking to her, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went to ps and met wan yi, karin, jillian and kelly. KELLY!!! haha, i missed kelly and her sarcasm and her weirdness, haha. i cant believe she came, she's always busy, haha. we had subway. yummyumyum. wan yi's first time having subway, what the crap. haha. and we were like catching up on stuff, scandals and all. haha. i realised that i really missed crapping with them, like last time, haha. we used to sit at the canteen and talk till we couldnt stop laughing. too bad jess and vern and pavi werent there. if they were there, it'll be like the whole gang all over again, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i dno why but it seemed like the whole world was ps today, haha. we saw samtay, eeming, esther tan, jing pei, kim, pra, wei ying and on the way home, i saw some girl from my class, but her name just slipped my mind, so i kinda gave her awkward smile, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went to daiso and i spent ten bucks on four hairbands and a headband. haha, i really couldnt help it. that's why i told them never to go there, cause i know im gonna spend, haha. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really enjoyed today. we decided that the next time we meet would be my place. bbq before their promos, cause jill and i would be having our hols then. hope we keep to it, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-145039012536474654?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/145039012536474654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/145039012536474654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-awesomepossum-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SmBmUAS9QYI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7Z_S4bi8A2A/s72-c/swing_by_rochellelea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3931304673025038449</id><published>2009-07-16T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:16:19.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sl8fTsVXgVI/AAAAAAAABEI/7pNWbSvV-eE/s1600-h/Run_by_Novic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sl8fTsVXgVI/AAAAAAAABEI/7pNWbSvV-eE/s320/Run_by_Novic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359036504772936018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;im sick, and my mum's sicker. and i think ive gotten worse because of her. didnt go for touch today too, rawr, i really wanna play. TUESDAYTUESDAY, dont care, haha, even if i get worse, im playing on tuesday. didnt go today, cause charmaine wu suddenly became logical and talked sense into me. she used her logic against me, saying that i should recover before i play. cause if not, ill never recover. plus, the meds were already killing me, haha. the pipc practical teacher even noticed the difference, haha. usually, im quite bouncy and always doing nonsense and singing weird songs. but today was, i was like quite irritable, cause i couldnt do the postlab work, and i kept talking to myself, to keep myself from being distracted from others, haha. oh, and atticus traumatised congrui today. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i wanna play tuesdayyy. whooosh. today, i realised that my fingers are extremely long, haha, they look like something out of a tim burton movie, haha. and i just realised that when i bend my thumb, the rest of my fingers naturally bend, haha. like it hurts to keep the rest straight. warmaine and i were trying to keep them straight during hap lecture, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rawr, i had a really weird dream last night. i dreamt that i went around hugging people. my mum, my dad, shauna, lynette, warmaine, sards, siv, arch, shaf, and loads more. and they all just pushed me away and i was so sad after that. haha. it was quite a scary dream kayy, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i need to do something bout my arm fats, haha, ah well. i miss my parents, haha. though i just saw them five mins ago, but it's not the same. i wanna it to be like old times. we used to go out and eat, and my brother would just mind his own business and eat, while i make fun of him and talkandtalkandtalk, and my mum would side him, and my dad would joke with me. it was fun like that. and  i misss hanging out with my friends like i used to. when we used to do nothing but crap around and stone. and sometimes just waste time doing nothing. haha, but we cant do that now huh. eveyone's just busybusybusy, and i am too. rawr. ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i just miss everything, but i still love now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i dont really know what i want, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so ill just stick to now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hard to breathe, feels like floating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;So full of love, my heart's exploding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mouth is dry, hands are shaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;My heart is yours for the taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Acting weird, not myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Dancing around like a Keebler elf,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally time for this poor schlub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;To know how it is to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr. Deeds (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3931304673025038449?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3931304673025038449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3931304673025038449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sick-and-my-mums-sicker.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sl8fTsVXgVI/AAAAAAAABEI/7pNWbSvV-eE/s72-c/Run_by_Novic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2944801299057872090</id><published>2009-07-12T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:45:11.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmnoIdd4I/AAAAAAAABEA/IfIuoRrT20c/s1600-h/Image183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmnoIdd4I/AAAAAAAABEA/IfIuoRrT20c/s320/Image183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357566800196106114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmndMKwoI/AAAAAAAABD4/1wT_E0hPgLc/s1600-h/Image182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmndMKwoI/AAAAAAAABD4/1wT_E0hPgLc/s320/Image182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357566797258867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmclAD_dI/AAAAAAAABDw/S2G5eZIKKdY/s1600-h/Image181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmcVjZxrI/AAAAAAAABDg/cLiuVj1yMZA/s320/Image179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357566606230275762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmcGwDEQI/AAAAAAAABDY/TY0L8zro8uk/s1600-h/Image178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmcGwDEQI/AAAAAAAABDY/TY0L8zro8uk/s320/Image178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357566602256781570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Slnmb0Fy32I/AAAAAAAABDQ/7yO193UE8Ak/s1600-h/Image177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Slnmb0Fy32I/AAAAAAAABDQ/7yO193UE8Ak/s320/Image177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357566597247721314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was a very productive and fun day. youd prolly guess who's been the centre of attention the whole day. MIDNIGHT. (: cutesiepiecatsywatsy. as sards would put it, she studied us studying. super cute lah, she just plonked her whole body in the middle of the table while we were studying. and when someone got tired of studying, we just turned our attention to her, haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'ve got MJ songs stuck in my head, thanks to deanieweanie, haha. and mary's hliarious. she was like talking to the cat about physics and stuff and obviously, midnight didnt bother, haha. can show her back to mary somemore, haha. and i was like craving for a coffee bun, so i bought one. and guess what, i came home and mujika bought me two chocolate buns and one coffee bun, haha. and i dont think ill ever get mary's and sardine's conversation out of my head, haha, they were like blabbering nonsense and talking so weirdly, hahaha. i just started to hum and sing ABC to myself. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i have loads of fun with them, so it's okay ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think im gonna die from these stomach cramps, rawr, hope they get better before touch on tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wheeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cause love is a marathon&lt;br /&gt;That's why you get tired so fast of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Slow down and pace yourself&lt;br /&gt;Cause when it's good&lt;br /&gt;It's a long open road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think still&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a soul behind a thrill&lt;br /&gt;You're just a cat chasing your tail&lt;br /&gt;Round and round&lt;br /&gt;What if you relax&lt;br /&gt;Something might last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2944801299057872090?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2944801299057872090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2944801299057872090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-very-productive-and-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlnmnoIdd4I/AAAAAAAABEA/IfIuoRrT20c/s72-c/Image183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-6436909306376631982</id><published>2009-07-11T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:34:02.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Slismo1ZUkI/AAAAAAAABDI/KFswbBEYMHE/s1600-h/paper_plane___II_by_quelquechose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Slismo1ZUkI/AAAAAAAABDI/KFswbBEYMHE/s320/paper_plane___II_by_quelquechose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357221536553587266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was a goodiegoodgoood day. went to the airport with lynette and warmaine. i kinda expected it to be unproductive and it was, hahaha. but i studied loads on the bus ride back home anyway. lyn and charmaine; they're so hilarious haha. we went to popeyes, and bloody hell, ive been craving for the mashed potatoes for so long and guess what, ALL outlets are out of stock of mashed potatoes and biscuits till AUGUST. what the crap riiight, cheat my feelings. even better, for the time being, they're replacing it with corn. CORN, what the hell right, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were like laughing like crazy, haha, and charmaine kept making weird faces and making me laugh, haha. and we were talking crap all the way. and i dunno why but we started to play 'shoot, shag or marry'. and charmaine gave lynette three options, including me. and she was like 'of course, ill shag danya lahh, duhh!' hahaha. charmaine and i just stared at each other for a second and burst out laughing like crazy, haha. and after a while, they started talking bout boobs and i dont know how i got into the picture, but apparently, im squishy and soft. and i spent the next few hours being poked at and violated. and they kept stuffing my phone down the front of my top when they were bored, what the crap lahhh, haha. im like some kind of victimised soft toy for them or something, hahaha. and charmaine was like rolling lynette around in a trolley the whole day, haha, and charmaine and i kept whacking and pushing each other around and rawr-ing  around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had goodgood fun, took 53 back home, and i studied all the way cause the ride was super longgg. and i met kalpana and smka and we walked home, had a few small bites with the family. and watched a hindi movie with chinese subtitles -.- both of which i do not understand, but somehow understood the storyline, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shall do csas assignment tmr, and do mathwath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Prettiest Friend - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is what i look like today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and i'm trying not to pull out my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i'm trying not to show it cause i'm far too shy to grow it back there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that's probably why i like wearing hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; there's no denying i'm deferring the facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; avoiding confrontation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; lacks tact in a situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; behind every line is a lesson yet to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; but if you ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the feeling that i'm feeling is overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and oh it goes to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i've so much to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i wrote this for my prettiest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who while trying not to prove that i care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; trying not to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; well she can't see she's making me crazy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i don't believe she knows she's amazing how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; she has me holding my breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; so i'd never guess that i'm a none such unsuitable, suitable for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; but if you ask me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the feeling that i'm feeling is complimentery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and oh it goes to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the moral of the story is boy loves girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and so on the way that it unfolds is yet to be told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i know that i should be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; even pretty can be seen by the blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i know that i cannot wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; until the day we finally learn how to find each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; redefining open minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and if you ask me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the feeling that i'm feeling is overjoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and it's golden, it goes to show then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the ending of this song should be left alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and so on cause the way it unfolds is yet to be told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-6436909306376631982?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6436909306376631982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6436909306376631982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-goodiegoodgoood-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Slismo1ZUkI/AAAAAAAABDI/KFswbBEYMHE/s72-c/paper_plane___II_by_quelquechose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4148259577916558776</id><published>2009-07-10T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:59:23.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SldCp12tFxI/AAAAAAAABDA/2-RqQUklbPA/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SldCp12tFxI/AAAAAAAABDA/2-RqQUklbPA/s320/DSC00934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356823568379090706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gonna finally get a good night's rest tonight. (: yayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;watching mr. deeds now, adam sandler's awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today's pipc test was better than i thought it would be. and hap tutorial quiz was freakin awesome, hahaha. cause of that one hint, everyone finished within five mins and left the tutorial room an hour earlier. charmaine wu was hilarious today, btw. the tutor asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;went to 123 to study hap a little with sards, donovan and mary. i dunno why but i just suddenly missed talking and nonsensing with sards, haha. and don was like playing cards with mary and sards. i still cant see the point in card games, but the card trick was somehow hilarious though, haha. mary's like a little kid when she plays ball, haha, so cute. ah well. hooked on fruitella, yumyum ((: but i shall cut down, haha, it hurts my jaw a little, but it's so yummy. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;super full after the fried rice, but i couldnt stop myself from the fruitella, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;popeye's tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sitting, wishing, waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4148259577916558776?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4148259577916558776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4148259577916558776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/gonna-finally-get-good-nights-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SldCp12tFxI/AAAAAAAABDA/2-RqQUklbPA/s72-c/DSC00934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3253618054214089337</id><published>2009-07-09T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:29:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlYIXSiip9I/AAAAAAAABC4/MG7cHBwpkUQ/s1600-h/rush_by_Katarinka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlYIXSiip9I/AAAAAAAABC4/MG7cHBwpkUQ/s320/rush_by_Katarinka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356478003010512850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was such a blur, haha. i dunno why but things seemed to pass so fast today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hap lecture was on digestive system, which ive already learned in sec school. it was less than my pure bio, which was a good thing. and lab was alright, we had to benedict's testing and iodine testing on monos, dis and poly. and awesome jacky, my lab pard forgot to bring his goggles, so he had to go out of the lab, and buy a new pair, while i did the tests myself, haha, ah well. and today had like so many breakages, testtubes and beakers. and people dont know this much, but i seriously cant stand the sound of breaking glass, bleah, gets on my nerves. haha, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;touch went by really fast today. not bad, my powerstep much faster than before, but i still cant do jumping lunges, my back's still quite bad, i think, cause i can feel my lower back compress and it hurts like crap, but after a while, it's fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ive been having this massive breakout of pimples which is so gross,  i tell you. eugh, and i keep meddling with them, itchy fingers. cant help it, haha, it's like a reflex action or something. mum says it's cause i keep worrying, and i gave her my  -_- look. HAHA. cause i got nothing to worry about, and she insists im unhappy, which was really funny, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mooscles are more defined, which is a good thing, haha. i just wish my tummy;s more defined, haha. i realised that it takes me more to tone my tummy area, dunno why, rawr. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whoosh, i feel like ljs suddenly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tmrr, got pipc quiz and hap quiz. need to study my topic 3&amp;amp;4 and resp. system. hopefully the 'take care of you' guy will take care of us. haha, he's the one marking, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yayy, saturday, finally gonna get my guitar strings, i shall accompany lynette to amk if im not going to the temple. maybe sharmain will wake up early, haha. then gonna popeye's with charmaine, sharmain, lynette and prolly kimsim. whoosh. and studydudywudy. haha, promised 'em (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sunday, nothing on, i think. prolly study till evening, and out with family in the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whoosh. need to go study. byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3253618054214089337?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3253618054214089337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3253618054214089337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-such-blur-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlYIXSiip9I/AAAAAAAABC4/MG7cHBwpkUQ/s72-c/rush_by_Katarinka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7119069081532429839</id><published>2009-07-08T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:25:29.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlSFWbbKcRI/AAAAAAAABCw/7iC1wEgo_BE/s1600-h/dcf075f974db6dda7cf14b7965a7b066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlSFWbbKcRI/AAAAAAAABCw/7iC1wEgo_BE/s320/dcf075f974db6dda7cf14b7965a7b066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356052477215666450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was raining like crazy the whole day. ystd, a msg was passed down that we have a pipc test and mathandstats test. guess what. it was a mathandstats tutorial quiz and we had no pipc test or quiz of any sort. -_- i sacrificed not doing my tutorials to study for it. roarr, ah well, haha, at least i got stuff in my head, though i think i did the mst quiz quite badly. whheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was like such a sleepy day, slept for a bit during the lectures. and i actually understand pipc, so yayy (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nowadays, i realise that i seriously have no time to play with dozer ): so saddd. just played with her just now, haha, cause for once in godknowshowlong, i finally got home early, so i had time. so yes, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;need to do loads of stuff now, haha. i was like planning on what to do when i get home and by when, during the pipc lecture and shauna was like surprised at how much work i have to finish, cause her deadline and my deadline for myself is wayy different, haha. ah well. byebye, gotta go start. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your echo comes back out of tune&lt;br /&gt;Now you can quite get used to it&lt;br /&gt;Reverb is just a room&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that there's no truth to it&lt;br /&gt;It's fading way too soon&lt;br /&gt;The shadow is on the move&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you should be moving too&lt;br /&gt;Before it takes away all that you learned to love&lt;br /&gt;It will defeat you and then teach you to get back up&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;Have to hold your head&lt;br /&gt;Higher than your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7119069081532429839?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7119069081532429839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7119069081532429839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-raining-like-crazy-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlSFWbbKcRI/AAAAAAAABCw/7iC1wEgo_BE/s72-c/dcf075f974db6dda7cf14b7965a7b066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3806934666340347487</id><published>2009-07-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:57:18.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to say goodbye and I choke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though I try to hide it it's clear  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Try - Macy Gray.&lt;br /&gt;stuck in my head longlong.&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/24388309-3806934666340347487?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3806934666340347487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3806934666340347487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-try-to-say-goodbye-and-i-choke-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2821481920209219724</id><published>2009-07-07T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:11:46.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlNiupirSlI/AAAAAAAABCo/jhaLq7dLFeY/s1600-h/Disappoint_by_makiwara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlNiupirSlI/AAAAAAAABCo/jhaLq7dLFeY/s320/Disappoint_by_makiwara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355732935438453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kinda disappointed today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;touch, tutorials, tests, apel, messages, steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i want the nokia n97, whoosh ((((: teeheehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;need to study for pipc and mathandstats because apparently we have two tests tmr, and im definitely not ready for it. stressstressstress, but it's fineee. it'll be over soon, i hope. like after sem exam, i can have a short break before i start again, rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2821481920209219724?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2821481920209219724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2821481920209219724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/kinda-disappointed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlNiupirSlI/AAAAAAAABCo/jhaLq7dLFeY/s72-c/Disappoint_by_makiwara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1406250383954413876</id><published>2009-07-05T22:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:58:12.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlH-cyen8NI/AAAAAAAABCg/BBk7eJFjlz0/s1600-h/DANCE_by_poprage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlH-cyen8NI/AAAAAAAABCg/BBk7eJFjlz0/s320/DANCE_by_poprage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355341202460242130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;today was a good day. had a mental mp3 playing like hiphop in my head. crank dat roy and marco polo and crank dat yank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;was very listless at first during csas, didnt want to talk much. they were talking about something about sending someone over to marry a rich dying old man to escape loanshark debts. but i didnt really care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but after a while, i went crazy like after, math&amp;amp;stats towards the end of the school day. started laughing like crazy and doing a little danya dance outside the lecture theatre area and the library. kent called me a vase of flowers, i have no idea what that's supposed to mean, haha. and the mensa drink stall auntie likes my top. so yayy (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;still cant believe the bobdog lady made me miss my stop lah, haha. she talked to me bout bobdog the whole way and just had to sit next to me, somemore on the outside, so that i cant get out, rawr, haha. ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;studied at 123 today, it was fun and i did get my notes dones, so yayy. (: josh and donovan played some bubble game on their psps and they were so into it, haha. and mary cried while eating chilli, adrian was doing his thing, haha, watching everything and all, and sards was being music-friendly (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and now im home, need to do tutorial seven, study obc and im done. nights ((: i dunno why but i really like today, hahaha. but i didnt like the weather, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1406250383954413876?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1406250383954413876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1406250383954413876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SlH-cyen8NI/AAAAAAAABCg/BBk7eJFjlz0/s72-c/DANCE_by_poprage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2357306530069005603</id><published>2009-07-03T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:34:09.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sk4QyfOvUBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/USFzbP91KHc/s1600-h/lightbulb_by_tina_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sk4QyfOvUBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/USFzbP91KHc/s320/lightbulb_by_tina_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354235466552922130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i realised that these days, i cant listen to my music too loud like i used to, haha. my head hurts after a while, but i still do sometimes. my volume is at three nowadays, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;today was an okay day, slept quite late last night and i was late for lecture. like five mins late, and i realised that i could have slept in for those two hours because ive kinda learnt that in pure chem in school alrd. stochiometry and stuff, but the colligative thing was new to me, haha. and i was like multitasking during the lecture, doing my pipc, and also the hap tutorial and msging like three different people all continuously at the same time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during hap tutorial, the room was like super cold, i dont know why no one finds it cold, haha. i was like wearing my dress, and a cardigan and atticus's jacket over everything, and i was still cold. shauna thought i was kidding, but it was really superduper cold. haha. and i was kinda sleepy from ystd, and i yawned in class and the hap tutor caught me and super big mouth, like a hippo. haha, at first he didnt notice me at the side lahh, then when i yawned, he called me to answer some question, and his linking qns are so annoying, always catches me offguard. like when i have it in my head, and he asks me something, and suddenly it just whooshes out my brain, and i stutter like crazy, haha. and when i stutter, very few people understand me, haha. and charmaine was hilarious during hap, haha. according to her, apparently, there are BUBBLES as a component of blood. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and we went crazy after the tutorial, i have no idea why, just couldnt stop laughing, haha. but that's like so usual when we're together, haha, just keep laughing for nothing. joan thinks im weird, i know, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and after school, i slept at the bench outside AS and got neck cramps, haha. and went home. and now i need to clean my room, and feed dozer, and maybe understand mathandstats and get some goodgood sleep, well, try to. i still keep waking up at weird hours. it's always either the nightmares, or the darn jerks i have when i sleep. then i just wake and wait for hours till i get back to sleep. i need more sleep, then i can focus more in school, haha. ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;shall go do wtv i need to do now. must not procrastinate with fml. it's really addictive, i swear, haha. nightytightywightys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2357306530069005603?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2357306530069005603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2357306530069005603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-realised-that-these-days-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sk4QyfOvUBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/USFzbP91KHc/s72-c/lightbulb_by_tina_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4253337480925076117</id><published>2009-07-01T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:18:44.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SktdqRhXrpI/AAAAAAAABB4/U8rnNtd3P_0/s1600-h/DSC04231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SktdqRhXrpI/AAAAAAAABB4/U8rnNtd3P_0/s320/DSC04231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353475562899222162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my studying isnt making me cranky much, neither is the insomnia, haha. im guessing it's mostly just me. so much of stufff whooshing through my head and it keeps nagging at me, but it's fine cause i know ill pick myself back up; with or without help. cause ive done it before and im so used to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;need sleep. lucky school starts later tmr, so i can like study through the night, and then sleep and still be awake enough for hap lecture, pipc prac and touch. rawr. lucky, the practical is the interesting teacher, haha, the one who keeps mispronouncing everything. shall stretch in the lab, haha, then enough time to rush there. wheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;things to do by tonight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1) pipc prelabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2) obc tutorials and redo the term test and quizzes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3) understand obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND get some sleep. i want a hug ): georgie's getting too hard to hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4253337480925076117?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4253337480925076117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4253337480925076117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-studying-isnt-making-me-cranky-much.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SktdqRhXrpI/AAAAAAAABB4/U8rnNtd3P_0/s72-c/DSC04231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2914345898031427618</id><published>2009-07-01T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:34:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SkpKg3OcYkI/AAAAAAAABBw/tYedaQ3ESuo/s1600-h/DSC04630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SkpKg3OcYkI/AAAAAAAABBw/tYedaQ3ESuo/s320/DSC04630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173035524055618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know i told myself that ill blog once im done with tutorials but at this rate, i think ill just diee. rawr, quite peeved with myself, i cant do my work. maybe it's a mental block but not for so long riiight. but it's fine (: ill get through it, like i always do. i panic, then mood swing, then think, then work harder, and then im fine, so yayy. so usual, and thank god it doesnt affect anyone else cept me, haha, easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my eyes cant stay open, haha, and i dont like studying late, esp after touch, cause im just too tired to concentrate. ah well, must finish tutorials and then, im gna understand mathand stats and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pleaseplease watch transformers because it's such an awesome movie, haha. watched it with uncle dan, auntie laura, gabby, JD, charlotte and their kids and my parents and my bro. haha, we took up almost the whole row, haha. ah well, it was gooood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;touch was good today, we played games, and for power step, i did lunges but my back was still quite sore and i kinda tipped over to my left, and charmaine saw that and started laughing, haha. apparently, i destroyed her SEA on concentration. HAHA. dont know where she gets such weird phrases from, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and the moon was really pretty today. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2914345898031427618?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2914345898031427618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2914345898031427618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-told-myself-that-ill-blog-once.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SkpKg3OcYkI/AAAAAAAABBw/tYedaQ3ESuo/s72-c/DSC04630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2987852221432798558</id><published>2009-06-27T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:00:03.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SkUVX_ysxFI/AAAAAAAABBo/4XKXC_oLWNA/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SkUVX_ysxFI/AAAAAAAABBo/4XKXC_oLWNA/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351707234204959826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;finally, it's the last day of the week, yayy. ive been overwhelmed with stuff from the whole week, cause i kinda stopped reminding myself that i have to work hard. hurt my back and now it's keeps cramping up now and then, but it's wayy better than what it was. went to the esplanade for a concert thingy with my family and JD and charlotte. Eurasiana: A Musical Tribute. It was really good, like all of them were eurasian artistes and their voices were awesome. and michela therese was awesome, her voice was so super good, and i loved her orange dress. went to barossa for supper and talked for hours. it was really fun.  and i just finished cleaning my room and dozer's cage, and i gotta prepare the food and the bbq stool in the morning and prolly run some errands and stuff. rawr, gotta go buy some stuff, so ill be like walking to and fro home and central, so yeah. i wish i could drive, haha. i found out that my dad has a camera and he's been hiding that from me, haha. he knows im quite the egoistical camwhore, whooosh. :D ah well, haha, need to save up at least fifty more and im done. wheee. kay, gtg sleep now. byebye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2987852221432798558?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2987852221432798558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2987852221432798558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-its-last-day-of-week-yayy.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SkUVX_ysxFI/AAAAAAAABBo/4XKXC_oLWNA/s72-c/IMG_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4976680374952411013</id><published>2009-06-22T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:26:59.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sj-dnqi5icI/AAAAAAAABBg/59R-tVgRams/s1600-h/Baby_Rat_by_Kathy_Ophelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sj-dnqi5icI/AAAAAAAABBg/59R-tVgRams/s320/Baby_Rat_by_Kathy_Ophelia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350168187100563906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;first day of school today, yet again. it was awesome, i couldnt stop laughing for so many different reasons. (: csas tutor still cant get my name right, she called me divya today. and it was so funny, cause we were learning conflict management, and the tutor asked what you would do if a robber put a dagger to your throat and asked you for your money, and wendy said that she'd kick him in his balls. and i was so not expecting that from wendy. haha, she's like a model nancy drew, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ah well, then i kept laughing during the tutorial at the wrong time when everyone was superduper quiet, haha. and i think shauna was too sleepy to care, haha. usually she'll be like, what the crap danya. but at that point of time, she just let me entertain myself, with my unicorn drawings and hearts and rainbows, haha. im so gay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; anw, obc sucked cause i didnt understand one bit of it. something bout light and polaroids and chirality and isomerism. i told shauna to make sure that i dont sleep during any lectures during this whole term, unless it's a break. haha, let's see how that turns out. monica was so super funny during mathandstats. she crashed the lecture and was sitting in the middle, and she felt sorry for the lecturer cause no one was responding to him, so she responded to him for every qn, like YES YES YES, and the best part was that she wasnt even taking his subject and she didnt even belong there. haha, she's too nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went to town to meet sards and her awesomepossum cousin, who is so super funny. she is hilarious, and i think it's cool that she owns snakes, but i wish they were vegetarian, hahaha. aint gonna work, i guess. should start twitching in front of construction workers, HAHA. had fun, couldnt stop smiling at her nonsense. and they both are so super alike, it's so fascinating. haha, ah well. back to understanding  obc and doing the tutorial five, andandand understanding math and stats. and packing my bag for tmr, thinking of what to wear for tmr, and packing touch stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nightytightywightys ((: cant wait for tmr, cause there's touch and there's only two hours of school, and going city hall tmr prolly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(((((: wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4976680374952411013?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4976680374952411013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4976680374952411013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-school-today-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sj-dnqi5icI/AAAAAAAABBg/59R-tVgRams/s72-c/Baby_Rat_by_Kathy_Ophelia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-5810344759820467840</id><published>2009-06-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:29:08.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sj3TE_9kD8I/AAAAAAAABBY/v6sUANUgfUM/s1600-h/happy_happy_happy_by_ntscha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sj3TE_9kD8I/AAAAAAAABBY/v6sUANUgfUM/s320/happy_happy_happy_by_ntscha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349664015228604354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;are you happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;because i definitely am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-5810344759820467840?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5810344759820467840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5810344759820467840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-happy-because-i-definitely-am.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sj3TE_9kD8I/AAAAAAAABBY/v6sUANUgfUM/s72-c/happy_happy_happy_by_ntscha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7046123938832937404</id><published>2009-06-19T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:49:15.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjuthRrlG_I/AAAAAAAABBI/PULDbv6z9yc/s1600-h/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjuthRrlG_I/AAAAAAAABBI/PULDbv6z9yc/s320/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059769626074098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my appetite is going crazy these days and it's killing me because it's like i feel like puking suddenly and i suddenly feel like gorging down loads of food and most of the time, i just cant eat. rawr, it's getting irritating. haha, ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my mum is crazy today, she called me a bony monkey, and started laughing like crazy. she went out with some clients, the usual. she said i was losing a little too much, but no not really. i think im still the same, haha. today's song of the day that's been stuck on repeat the whole day: nobody knows - pink. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i think it's getting a little crazy, up here in my head; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7046123938832937404?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7046123938832937404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7046123938832937404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-appetite-is-going-crazy-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjuthRrlG_I/AAAAAAAABBI/PULDbv6z9yc/s72-c/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-415430957675985668</id><published>2009-06-19T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:58:50.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Thoughts of the Innermost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes it isn’t what they say that matters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But how they make you doubt yourself after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The meaning that lies behind the façade they put on is relatively simple. Be it your best friend or your worst enemy, even family, the hidden truth they put out there so clearly just for you to stumble upon is doubt. Doubt upon yourself and lose faith in everything else. It’s as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They love you but they hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They unwittingly hurt you just by mere words, knowing or unknowingly, of course. You would sometimes convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, they did not mean it. Not one bit. But you know, that no matter how close you are, it is best to stay away because they will break you and watch crumble, falling on your knees. Eventually, that fire in you will burn out. Not because you are dead, of course. But because they have broken you, taken your spirit from you, and watched doubt yourself in front of them, showing all flaws and weaknesses of yours. All out there for the world to see. For them to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They would compare you to others, watching you doubt yourself, that you are not even close to being a better friend, child, sibling or student than whoever it is you are being compared to. We are all human, we know what others mean when they say things and mean another. We know because we are human. You are human. You know what they mean. But being that spineless clingy invertebrate that you are, you let them have it. You let them push you to the ground and chain up the person that you are. You give them that opportunity to lose trust in yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course, you are not to be blamed for many fall under their spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You never stopped in the relentless pursuit of attaining their acceptance and that may or may not be noted for. But know one thing, never you will achieve what you want, what you need. Because though they may love you, they will never sacrifice anything for you, cry for you, die for you, nor in the very least sincerely want to spend time with you. They have others and you have no one, and that is how it will always be. You may keep giving and giving, but not even a glance of significant notice will be returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Keep giving for that is what pleases you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Keep doubting yourself for that is what keeps you alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Keep worrying for that is what keeps you sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And lastly, keep hurting because that is all you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was looking through my work which ive done for the past years; my poems, little notes like these; and some full stories. i realised that i write to help me with my nonsense phases and moods. and it's all just compiled into a full set of angsty literary work, so many pages, haha. and prolly someone would have thought it was done by some murderous psychopathic emo-kid, but hey, no one wouldve guessed it was me, unless you know my writing style, haha. ah well, justa random thought to share this piece which i wrote a long time ago. some work i can share, the rest, i guess, are way too personal at times and id rather keep them close to me, and me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whoopdedoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-415430957675985668?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/415430957675985668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/415430957675985668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-of-innermost-sometimes-it-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1182415143755207740</id><published>2009-06-17T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:23:26.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sjj0GoQ87aI/AAAAAAAABBA/vwqqawaDxI0/s1600-h/The_Love_Boat_by_lhosford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sjj0GoQ87aI/AAAAAAAABBA/vwqqawaDxI0/s320/The_Love_Boat_by_lhosford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348292952227376546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;song of the day today - A Beautiful Mess, ive been feeling very songy these past few days. lots happened, hahaha. ((((((: i love smiling. HAHAHA. kay, random. but im guessing someone might get me. randomrandom danya. beaming with glee, or as charmaine would say it, bleaming with ghee. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop dancing like a fool in touch. and stop eating grains from the ground. eugh, they keep getting into my tumbler and my water and ice tastes like the field, and i know because i know what the field tastes like, seriously, hahaha. ive had my face on the ground more times than ive had it in the air, because of all my falling down. AND, ive swallowed the grains from the ground too. wowee, goodjob, danya selvakumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details in fabric ringing in my head. my brother is a sweetheart, he bought me timtams, but i cant eat. bleah. i drank two cans of red bull on an empty stomach, and after that, i couldnt eat. ate lunch and puked everything out, eugh. and my tummy is gurgling, eughh. i can hear it. well, usually the people sitting near me can hear me. im not hungry, my stomach's just weak, so if you're near me the next time, and if you hear it, im not hungry, haha. bleahh. my bobby pins are hurting my head, but they're like my new best friends, i love 'em to death cause they do a great job at pinning up my horrid fringe. i want my clown blankie ): it's in the wash, i cant sleep without it, rawr. at least i got my georgie. i shall sleep on the bumblebee bean bag today. rawr, it's either that or i shall go steal my blankie from mujika before she washes it. okay, i think i shall go do that. it's not dirty or stinky or anything, i dunno why she wants to wash it also, i bet she just feels like it. rawr. haha. dont care, im taking my blankie back.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've got the best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And lift him back up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You are strong but you're needy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Humble but you're greedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And based on your body language, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And shoddy cursive I've been reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your style is quite selective, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Though your mind is rather reckless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Well I guess it just suggests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That this is just what happiness is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It's like picking up trash in dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause here we are, here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Although you were biased I love your advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your comebacks they're quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And probably have to do with your insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There's no shame in being crazy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Depending on how you take these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It's like picking up trash in dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Kind of turn themselves into blades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And kind and courteous is a life I've heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Cause here we are, Here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Here we are [x7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We're still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; What a beautiful mess this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Through timeless words, and priceless pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We'll fly like birds, out of this earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And times they turn, and hearts disfigure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But that's no concern when we're wounded together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1182415143755207740?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1182415143755207740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1182415143755207740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-of-day-today-beautiful-mess-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sjj0GoQ87aI/AAAAAAAABBA/vwqqawaDxI0/s72-c/The_Love_Boat_by_lhosford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4802304569089974639</id><published>2009-06-16T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:03:52.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sje6oXiJYBI/AAAAAAAABAw/_DsDdPa2IAA/s1600-h/Young_Garfield_by_closer_to_heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sje6oXiJYBI/AAAAAAAABAw/_DsDdPa2IAA/s320/Young_Garfield_by_closer_to_heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347948285200523282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i want a cattt. looks like the skinnier and younger version of garfield eh, haha. csi today is kinda boring, bleah. meeting shauna and alicia tmr, to do the csas project, yayy. i have no idea what to do, and i bet shauna doesnt know what to do too, haha. i think it should be like the culture, food maybe tradition and the general info. but seriously, all on one page is a hell lot to summarise and compress. and plus, im super computer-illiterate. whooosh, ah well, see how tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;haha, touch was good today. felt a little peeved bout the whole day, but it's okay, i guess. haha, i felt good cause i ran a whole lot, and it felt like i lost lots and lots. but i dont see a difference though, haha. i was like dancing around on the field the whole time. and charmaine tripped over the ball, HAHA. and she thinks i make a fool of myself more than she does, -_- nonsensebonsense, charmaine wu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lean against the wind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretend that I am weightless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in this moment, I am Happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4802304569089974639?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4802304569089974639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4802304569089974639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-cattt.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sje6oXiJYBI/AAAAAAAABAw/_DsDdPa2IAA/s72-c/Young_Garfield_by_closer_to_heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7751925068455129814</id><published>2009-06-15T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:51:10.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjZDTbCFLuI/AAAAAAAABAg/x_63LnODUdA/s1600-h/Motherly_Love_by_xaliaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjZDTbCFLuI/AAAAAAAABAg/x_63LnODUdA/s320/Motherly_Love_by_xaliaz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347535608502103778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on the bus ride home, was listening to tristan prettyman's 'shy that way', and i dunno why, but it got me thinking bout how i sometimes do have issues with trusting people. i trust very few people,only a handful, and those people know me more than the rest cause i have opened up to them before. but the rest, dont know me at all, even on the surface. like, even if they want to be more of a friend to me and want to know me more, i would be the one to take the step back. prolly because i still have trouble trusting. and i know that shouldnt be the way, because i need to have someone to talk to bout everything i really want open up about. but i guess not just yet. kinda open up more to the few handful of people i trust. but everything; not just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha, ah well  (: the cat today was ohsosupercute. such a pretty one, adrian was talking to it the whole time, while i was going through my hap and sardine was doing poa, which she was so intent on finishing every single question, haha. and then i got bored, and started doodling on her foolscap, drawing bumblebees which she kept erasing with her thumb and little coolio birds and hearts in the sky, and a rainbow. AND THEN, she scribbled all over my beeyootiful masterpiece. -_- rawr, haha. it was a crappy drawing anyway, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hid oatmeal cookies from my brother behind my cushion, hahaha. cause he finished half of the container of oatmeal cookies, and he probably would have finished all of it if i didnt hide it, hahah. rrawr, feeling really queasy cause my tummyaches. hope it goes away, yayy, panadols. but i wont take so much lahh. haha. i dont like my tummy, everytime i get tummyaches, i cant eat. even though i hid the cookies in my room, i havent eaten them, and the last thing i ate was a few mouthfuls of cheesecake sards stuffed into my mouth. i want my appetite back, bleah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Shy That Way - Tristan Prettyman &amp;amp; Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know your stunning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Absolutely stunning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And I'm running, always running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And now I'm crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You know only cause I'm caring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And if you were more daring maybe you'd stop staring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come over and talk to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; And tell me about how you've been waiting patiently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; And how you tried but I just turned away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; And I'll say, "yeah well you know, I'm shy that way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Shy that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Shy that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Maybe I'm shy that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You know you're stunning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're absolutely stunning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But you're always running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But ill catch up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The way you keeps your distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; keepin my interest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; so ill keep it consistent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Maybe someday, someway, somehow, sometime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We'll get together and we'll break it down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll ask, "why you gotta be so shy, why you gotta be that way?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Well baby, maybe, I like it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Shy that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Maybe I, like it shy that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Maybe I love you so shy that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ok, I'm shy that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; There's always too much talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna just keep walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; And I keep staring, baby, keep staring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Though I may not know the right things to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; I'll get it out to you one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Shy that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Shy that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Do you like it? do you like it when I'm shy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yes I like it, yes I like it, when you're shy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Shy that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7751925068455129814?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7751925068455129814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7751925068455129814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-bus-ride-home-was-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjZDTbCFLuI/AAAAAAAABAg/x_63LnODUdA/s72-c/Motherly_Love_by_xaliaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1834889230278723739</id><published>2009-06-14T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:05:36.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjSAkkVto8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/MVITQWr3l_Q/s1600-h/Expressive_Dance_by_Film_Exposed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjSAkkVto8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/MVITQWr3l_Q/s320/Expressive_Dance_by_Film_Exposed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347040023314015170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Who Needs Shelter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-day sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how truly bright you are&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me but I know you&lt;br /&gt;You're my favorite star&lt;br /&gt;Follow you I will so lets get moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely there's no one&lt;br /&gt;Who needs shelter from the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, no. not anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By your clock the cock rooster crows&lt;br /&gt;Then off to work where everybody goes&lt;br /&gt;Slow, But eventually they get there&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the day shift back where all left off&lt;br /&gt;Confined and pecking at relationships&lt;br /&gt;You know it's only a worthless piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely there's no one&lt;br /&gt;Who needs shelter from the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, no. not anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sleep it all away but the sun wont let me&lt;br /&gt;I'd miss those lovely days of summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-day sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how truly bright you are&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me but I know you&lt;br /&gt;You're my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D love this songsongsong. hooked on jason mraz and john legend the whole night. rawrrr. and i found out today's not father's day. -_- hahaha, my dad was kinda shocked when i msged him, hhaha. at least, he's reminded that i absolutely love him, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching score on mtv, the ryan cabrera show. he just said that the girl's a 'good catch' -_- what the crap, seriously, a good catch? haha, ah well, let them be, danya, let them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, i shall go eat and procrastinate my hap, as usual, haha, byebye.&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/24388309-1834889230278723739?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1834889230278723739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1834889230278723739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-needs-shelter-good-day-sunlight-id.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjSAkkVto8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/MVITQWr3l_Q/s72-c/Expressive_Dance_by_Film_Exposed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7073792837976818124</id><published>2009-06-13T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:28:16.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjO4FKyoqTI/AAAAAAAABAI/TNsS0FFbVpc/s1600-h/Animal___Rat_2_by_MoonsongStock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjO4FKyoqTI/AAAAAAAABAI/TNsS0FFbVpc/s320/Animal___Rat_2_by_MoonsongStock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346819581554501938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;littleittybittyrattywatty. (: rawr, moooscleaches like crazy. my thighs are fine now, but my bum still has blue-blacks from all that diving yesterday. i found those black grains from the field in my fbts and in my water bottle. eugh, haha, like there were grains from the ground floating in my water after the whole thing. yayy, tummy's more defined now, but i look stocky and improportionate somehow, hahaha. ah well. went to temple and it was raining so super heavily, and my dad stopped me outside sard's place and he decided to wipe the car with my topshop blouse cause the inside was wet, what the crap lahh. rah, took a brolly and jackets from sard's place and went to the bball court and sat down watching them play for ohsosuperlong, haha. but it was fun. i realised that i dont like bball, haha, i dont look good with a basketball, hahahah. kay, nvm, then i went to have lunch at kfc with sards, adrian and donovan. those three are super nonsense lah, haha, i can spend time just watching them do nonsense and just stand in the background and laugh to myself, as always, hahah, so happy, i used less money than i was expecting to. anw, went back to sard's place to cool down and ended up nonsensing with my mp3. haha, hotel was hilarious. d12, and loads and loads of eminem. eugh, fack. i need to delete that song soon, hahah. ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want JAMBA JUICE in spore, se-rai-ously. or at least a decent fresh fruit juice stand, no nonsense artificial powders, and flavourings. bleahhh. i dont know why, but i just cant stand it these days, like all i walk past nowadays are stoopid bubble tea shops that use the powder thingy to flavour their drinks, which is not even real lah. what the crapp, i dunno, it just started to annoy me suddenly. hahaha. wtv, i know i know. i know what yall thinking already, haha, i can read minds yo. shut up danya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;getting sleepy already, i miss talking to people till i sleep, like i used to about a year ago. i had so much to talk about last time, just sidetrack all the wayy, haha. last time, i used to talk bout nonsense, more nonsense than now, about saving the whales and dolphins, and  remoulding the shapes of newborn babies' heads. so coolio, rightt? like watermelons, cause if you  put a watermelon in box and let it grow, it'll grow into the shape of a box. can you imagine, if you put a baby's head in a star-shaper container of some sort, you'll get a star-shaped kid when it grows up, so cool  lah. rachaelq. and i thought of that in sec one during tessatan's geography class. haha, reminiscing now, i have no idea why. i miss long phone talks till the wee hours of the night, laughing like crazy, nonsensing with prefects like awesomepossum rachaelq and esther y, nonsensing with the drama people, reenacting tamil drama fight scences when we were supposed to be doing our lines for school musical, making rahab spoofs backstage when the musical was actually going on, walking around the corridors in school, and sitting outside the corridors till the teachers finally drag us in, and sprinting into class when ferngie's on her way, and laughing in the canteen till our sides hurt with wan yo, and jillian making a fool out of themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gosh, i just suddenly miss those times in pl. haha, sorry, feeling a little slooshy now, i have no idea what slooshy means but that's how i feel now. haha, kay, enough danya. i miss old times. and yet, im lovin' now. :D wheee. bloobloobloob. kay, byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;more than anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;i'd love to be by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;more than anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;i'd want to be more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha. got that from some awesomepossum site where i googled to read poems and ranty stuff. kay, nvm, haha, byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7073792837976818124?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7073792837976818124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7073792837976818124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/littleittybittyrattywatty.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SjO4FKyoqTI/AAAAAAAABAI/TNsS0FFbVpc/s72-c/Animal___Rat_2_by_MoonsongStock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4185550650715719936</id><published>2009-06-09T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:51:01.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Si6AKTMmarI/AAAAAAAABAA/N1-K6KgQWX8/s1600-h/a34d2ea605e459be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Si6AKTMmarI/AAAAAAAABAA/N1-K6KgQWX8/s320/a34d2ea605e459be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345350722175527602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No child is left behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We're not dumb and we're not blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; They're all sitting in your cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; While you pave the road to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?&lt;br /&gt;And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what the first lady has to say&lt;br /&gt;You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hooked on this song the whole day, haha. today was awesomefun. there was touch today, and i slept quite late last night, so i slept till two, woke up and went for touch. and guess what, i left my handphone at home -_- cant belive i forgot my hp lahh, haha. cause i left it on the garden table and went to put my boots in the shoebag, and totally forgot bout it, haha. and i even reminded myself before going to get the shoebag from my room, to take my hp when i leave. what the crapp, haha, i felt so insecure the whole time that my phone was not with me, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ah well, i think the warm-ups are more tiring than the actual training, haha, i felt really nauseous during the warmups and i dont know why but i cant seem to do sidesteps, haha, i keep getting them wrong, and i end up tripping over my own feet, haha. and i keep forgetting where to split once i dump. haha, i got to try to keep reminding myself, cause my mind thinks in reverse sometimes. like someone tells me to turn right, it's natural for me to turn left. haha, ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i shall clean my cupboard tmr, and study hap maybe.  and do a little math and stats. and maybe go for a run tmr, if i feel like it, cause im quite sure im gonna get cramps and muscle strains tmr, haha, forgot to stretch. my lactic acid build-up, haha. kay, nevermind, haha. alrighty, byebye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4185550650715719936?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4185550650715719936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4185550650715719936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-can-you-say-no-child-is-left-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Si6AKTMmarI/AAAAAAAABAA/N1-K6KgQWX8/s72-c/a34d2ea605e459be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-5975073372304911309</id><published>2009-06-05T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:08:31.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sij4PgD-D0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/fW1EarDHCBg/s1600-h/DSC04784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sij4PgD-D0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/fW1EarDHCBg/s320/DSC04784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343793903063404354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my noseyposey is giganormous, HAH. i went to go for a wax just now, happyhappywappydappy. (: i feel so clean and smooth and hairless. and the auntie was ohsoverynice to me somemore, she charged me 70 instead of the usual 90. andandand she told me that i dont have to come all the way to orchard anymore, cause she also does freelance, then i can just go to her place and wax and she'll only charge me 50. she's so nice. ((: and then, i went to do my nails today, haha, mum told me that i had to, because she thinks ill spoil the whole look if just one tiny detail is missed out. she made me sound like a project, hahaha, my mum's a perfectionist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;there are ants on and in my laptop, i have no idea why. -_- they're like crawling on my keyboard and i dont wanna kill them, so i have to be extra careful. what the crap, im sharing my laptop with ants. HAHAHA. okay. rawr, i dno how im gonna manage tmmr, got lots to do. lots of running around. i dont care what timee i wake up tmr or what time i leave the house tmr, all i know is that i MUSTMUSTMUST reach home by four thirty. and ill just kill myself if james has an off day or something tmr, or if the shop is closed tmr or something. hahaha, and i dont even have the number to check, so i have to just cross my fingers and hope he's there. wheeee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i feel so bored now, haha, i wish there's school now, i love school, makes me feel so busy and involved instead of sitting around and waiting for time to pass. ah well, hahahaha. lululoop to dozer and boobumblebee to georgie, and HELLO! to poofy, and i need to get my GUITAR STRINGS. HAHA. i miss playing my guitar, though i sucked at it. i just wanna play now. rawrr. ah well, hahah. soonsoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;whoosh, and to infinity and beyond! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;though i dont think there's anything beyond infinity. HAH. im going crazy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-5975073372304911309?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5975073372304911309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5975073372304911309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-noseyposey-is-giganormous-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sij4PgD-D0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/fW1EarDHCBg/s72-c/DSC04784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3798375200293449320</id><published>2009-06-04T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:17:24.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sieetg_jpRI/AAAAAAAAA_w/NfUJaqdnK3M/s1600-h/laugh_by_daniellefershure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sieetg_jpRI/AAAAAAAAA_w/NfUJaqdnK3M/s320/laugh_by_daniellefershure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343413987686196498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yayy, term tests are finally overrr. got two weeks of hols, then back to studying like crazy.  ive planned the next few days out quite okayishly. today, im staying in, nothing much, haha. gonna go clean up my room, and play with my love, dozer. then im gonna wait for prison break, wentworth miller - hotnesss. ((: and im gonna sleep and wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and tomorrow, im gonna go wax! yayyy, i love waxing, haha, it calms me down somehow. makes me feel goodgoodgood, when all that hair is gone, haha. i need to go collect the sari, and get accessories, and ill prolly be starbucksing alone tmr, haha, with a book in hand and my music :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and saturday is busybusybusy. i gotta go far east, do my hair. and then go woodlands, do my makeup. and then rush home to change and leave the house for the engagement. but i think i should just bring my clothes with me and change at woodlands and ask my dad pick me up from there, but i dont really want to trouble him, so i shall just rush home to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sunday's quite freefree, and then monday, there's touch. and after that i have nothing on. yayy, rest for the few days, until the 2nd week of hols, i shall start studying again, and doing the csas project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:D must get guitar stringssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's funny how time passes so superduper fast, haha, it's almost like i just did my o's about a few weeks ago or something. and now, the first term in poly is over. so faaaast. i wish time could just stop and wait for me. to do what i want to do. to let me grow up. wish time could just wait for me, haha. ah well, doesnt work that way, doesnt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i love to ramble, it's fun. and change the subject really fast, as you can see, haha. and i like to skip key words. so, my mind says, 'let's go eat now.', but my mouth says, 'let's go'. haha, i have to idea why im saying this, but i feel like it. wheeee, feeling so light and woozy and dreamy and looney and smiley, all at the same time, hahaha. now on to my tests;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pipc - okayyy lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;obc - sucked. cant stand organic chem, i dont understand a thingg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;maths - fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hap - eugh. stoopid greenshirt guy. ): hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rahh, i wanna be a lion. or maybe a dolphin. i like dolphin skin, so smooth. nonono, i wanna be a pokemon, then i can have awesomepossum powers, but i wanna talk. i should be a barbie! then i can get to wear coolio clothes and drive a pink car, and have so many jobs. but i dont like ken. kay, nvm, i think ill just be me, until i think of anything better. HAHAHA. rawr.  i feel weird. very light. kay, i shall go clean up my room and talk to dozer and myself, and think of what to do for the next few hours. ((((: byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Words are just words&lt;br /&gt;They get in my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3798375200293449320?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3798375200293449320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3798375200293449320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/yayy-term-tests-are-finally-overrr.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sieetg_jpRI/AAAAAAAAA_w/NfUJaqdnK3M/s72-c/laugh_by_daniellefershure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-640917910595210029</id><published>2009-06-02T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:05:47.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SiUVaBKfQCI/AAAAAAAAA_o/XhSUB4FNsHM/s1600-h/Handle_With_Care_by_GeorgiaPeaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SiUVaBKfQCI/AAAAAAAAA_o/XhSUB4FNsHM/s320/Handle_With_Care_by_GeorgiaPeaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342700069678170146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what happens now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i know i cant handle anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-640917910595210029?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/640917910595210029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/640917910595210029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happens-now-when-i-know-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SiUVaBKfQCI/AAAAAAAAA_o/XhSUB4FNsHM/s72-c/Handle_With_Care_by_GeorgiaPeaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4146416747017911779</id><published>2009-06-01T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:56:36.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SiPKybfKrQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DPrqIgv7k6Y/s1600-h/Pimmetje_XI_by_MiEsJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SiPKybfKrQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DPrqIgv7k6Y/s320/Pimmetje_XI_by_MiEsJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342336550712290562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stoopid foot-tapping green tee guy, im blaming him from my 6mark loss. argh. shaun doesnt like him too, haha. and i decided that i shant eat too much, and then ill be able to save money too. it's a desperate attempt to save money, lose weight, and study, all at the same time. im gonna take out my old skates, which i havent used for super long, hope i can still fit. and im gonna start jogging, tomorrow onwards. and i think ill reward myself after that with, my guitar strings and cottonon shorts, maybe. but my guitar strings are a must, ive been procrastinating the thought of buying them for so super long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. study pipc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. study obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. collect sari tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. buy accesories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. guitar strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. wax and thread my brows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love inorganic chem, makes me feel so smart cause it's technically just math. just hope the paper tmr wouldnt break my hopes at being good at at least one subject. rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just dont feel good bout myself nowadays, need to exercise. nownownow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All the stars up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the leaves in the trees&lt;br /&gt;All the broken bits that make you jump up&lt;br /&gt;And grassy bits in between&lt;br /&gt;All that matters in the world is how much I like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "what?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "let me try and explain again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, birds can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;And they can shit on your head&lt;br /&gt;And they can almost fly into your eye&lt;br /&gt;And make you feel so scared.&lt;br /&gt;But when you look at them&lt;br /&gt;And you see that they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4146416747017911779?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4146416747017911779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4146416747017911779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/stoopid-foot-tapping-green-tee-guy-im.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SiPKybfKrQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DPrqIgv7k6Y/s72-c/Pimmetje_XI_by_MiEsJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4529257401489524346</id><published>2009-05-30T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:02:38.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SiEqYzz86zI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sAsuzZ8UsFY/s1600-h/Hug_by_Ryosaeba24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SiEqYzz86zI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sAsuzZ8UsFY/s320/Hug_by_Ryosaeba24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341597238751456050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i need a hug, rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-family:arial;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyLeft" title="Align Left" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Left" class="gl_align_left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today, weikee came over to study and we accomplished so super much. im leaving sliding filament theory and action potential nonsense to tmr though. like stuff in my head last minute, i rmb better like that, haha. kee is hilarious, we were like playing with the webcam effects towards the end, cause she was too tired of studying her psychology stuff, disorders and all. the stuff she studies are so super interesting, i didnt even know there were so many mental disorders. we finished a whole tin of butter biscuit and drank root beer, and we stayed cooped up in my room for hours, only went down once to get more food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she's coming over again to study some more, meeting her at 8am in the morning, and we're gonna studydudywudy the whole way through. and i need to clean my cupboard after that, it's a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;need to finish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- muscular system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- nervous system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- pipc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- math&amp;amp;stats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- csas project with shauna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- hap blackboard assignment with shaunawaunabauna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and after that, i can get some rest, wheee, cant wait. i want to sleep longlong, and go out and spend time with smka and rashvin, cause i havent seen them for so super long. and i feel like eating popeyes, but i can only eat that after the 6th. must look good for the sixth, make sure no lumps of fat are showing. that reminds me, i think the mushroom soup at pizza hut is so super grosss, eww, seriously, it's so starchy. felt like i was drinking lumps of fat. eugh, imagine all that adipose tissue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good luck people, for termtests, rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i need my sleep, and by some miracle, lose my eyebags and the pimple, because i look like a spineless hobo who cant get her face nice-looking. whatever that means, i dunno, just felt like saying that. i just look ewwy kay. rahh. i feel like eating waffles, i shall go eat waffles later. yumyum. waffles shall be my dinner today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;byebye.&lt;/span&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/24388309-4529257401489524346?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4529257401489524346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4529257401489524346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-hug-rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i finished studying obc today, happyhappywappydappy. i was so productive today, i just sat in the library for hours making notes and  memorising stuff. but i was super pissed after i reached home because i tried to recall what i had JUST learnt and understood, but i couldnt rmb. ): so i have to keep talking to myself bout what i learnt. if not, ill forget. aint that sad. gosh, i have super bad memory, and it annoys the heck out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today was quite a pissy day and i was very temperamental the whole day, dont know why, haha, PMS, maybe. but i didnt show it lahh, duh, i dont usually anyway, so it's kinda usual. wheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i shall clean dozer's cage either tmr or friday. she seriously needs a bath, smellypoo. haha, and the cage is so gross, she shits excessively, haha. and it sticks to the side of the cage somemore, so gross, then i gotta scrape it out. but it's okay, i still love my dozerpozer. and can yall please stop asking when she's gna die and  why she hasnt died yet!? so meannn lah. she 's not gonna die anytime soon kay. stop it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh yes, and today the circle line opened!! and youu know what that means? when i get tired, i can take the mrt from BARTLEY to SERANGOON and back again, just for the fun of it. :D im being annoying, haha. sardine and shaf should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anw, i shall go study obc again, and then hap tutorial maybe, and hap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;byebye. waiting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fourth june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sixth june&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight june&lt;/span&gt;.  :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;So I'll watch you like a movie&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing you like a song&lt;br /&gt;Read you like a story&lt;br /&gt;If it takes me all night long&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/24388309-1684839752944891574?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1684839752944891574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1684839752944891574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-finished-studying-obc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sh1L5QNn9gI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/wfTjfOJV-H4/s72-c/DSC04770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-8825418337625092898</id><published>2009-05-24T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:47:45.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShgjmPhxJ-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/VAyb-rFP20k/s1600-h/fun_by_vegafrizzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShgjmPhxJ-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/VAyb-rFP20k/s320/fun_by_vegafrizzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339056498157889506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ystd was such an awesomepossum day. i really liked ystd. woke up at freakin 4.30am just to get ready and go to school. gosh, you know how long i take to get ready, i take superduper long lahh. so, i reached school wayy too early, but it's alright. early is good. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went to  turf city, which by the way, i still have no idea where in the world it is. wah, the place really looks like msia. seriously. luckily, sards was nice enough to pick me up at some shopping centre, where i was so very lost at, haha.  :D we played three games and didnt score for any. but at least we cut our losses from 8 to 6 to 1, yayyy ((: happyhappywappydappy. joy is so hilarious, haha. and dhabi is blurer than me, haha. and atiqah is super nice. i think i like my team a whole lot, they're hilarious and open and all. i wanted to stay for the finals but i decided not to (sorry, elle) cause i had a feeling that i would get lost even though sharp told me the way to go and it was a one way road. i really tried to find my way out lah, but i couldnt, haha. sards picked me up in the cab and the uncle was really nice about me getting lost and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went to the macs toilet to clean up and all and it was hilarious there. haha, so super sorry for embarrassing you, sardinedardinewardine. hahaha, i embarrassed her the whole day, i still think i embarrassed myself more than i did to her kayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;took a cab to acjc and went the wrong way and then we went the right way, and watched the drama showcase. it was goood. i like andrew the wolf guy and the phobophillic wheelchair guy, they were hilarious. arch, pris and siv were awesome, as usual. :D and i think crotchguy needs looser pants. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was laughing the whole way through the thing, cause sardine was butting in with nonsense jokes when someone said something. hahah, stoopid fish in the sea. and i was so comfy in the hoodie, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we waited outside for them and drank stuff from the vending machine. and we saw barney, and started speculating :D hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and took the bus home, i was super drained after the whole thing, so out of  juice, and slept a little on the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but really, people just loved stepping on my foot for some reason and it's always the right foot somemore. the one which hurts when there's just a little bit of pressure. haha, but today, it's totally fine, so i dont care anymore. i think someone might have stepped it in place. hahaha. kay, wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;it was a good day (: i want days like these. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;week 7 - term tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today - pipc&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;csas reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tmr - stats tutorial, obc tutorial, pipc tutorial, hap prelab, hap tutorial, obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tues - hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;weds - math and stats, pipc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thurs - obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fri - hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;sounds like a plan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-8825418337625092898?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8825418337625092898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8825418337625092898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/ystd-was-such-awesomepossum-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShgjmPhxJ-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/VAyb-rFP20k/s72-c/fun_by_vegafrizzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3556416577185992340</id><published>2009-05-22T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:57:29.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShasgEwYB8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/qJjx7XVDXuE/s1600-h/How_do_you_describe_a_feeling__by_betyzuzukid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShasgEwYB8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/qJjx7XVDXuE/s320/How_do_you_describe_a_feeling__by_betyzuzukid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644075326736322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i think charmaine wu is nuts se-rai-ously, hahah. she pulled up my tank at the mushroom in school! which btw, is the like the main grounds in tp. so there were tons of people there. and her excuse: she was curious. -_- hahaha. lucky, i sucked my tummy in time lahh, then not so flabby, hahaha. im kidding, i didnt suck it in fast enough. haha. and then when we went into the library, i was wearing a purple skirt and a white tank, but when we left, i was wearing a purple dress over a white tank. haha, i just pullled it up. people were like staring at me in the library cause they saw in something different like a few seconds ago, hahaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then i tell you, the hap lecturer is like super funny lah, her jokes are so lame, but i kinda realised that i was the only one laughing in the lecture theatre. what the crap, and she taught us the nervous system like super duper fast and superduper clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tmr, there's the touch comp. and im taking great pains to make sure my ankle doesnt hurt, then i can playplayplay. so fun, i tell you. then after that, sards and i are gonna go to the aacjc drama showcase, to go see pris, siv and arch. yippeedidoodles. i miss pris! and her purplepancil, and her nonsense. and arch and her chocolate nonsense and her loudness. and siv's randomness, haha. yayy, i like tomorrow. cant wait. gotta wake up at five. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i shall study pipc today, and if possible pipc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sunday, csas and obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;monday, pipc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3556416577185992340?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3556416577185992340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3556416577185992340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-charmaine-wu-is-nuts-se-rai.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShasgEwYB8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/qJjx7XVDXuE/s72-c/How_do_you_describe_a_feeling__by_betyzuzukid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3805349520784171067</id><published>2009-05-21T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:09:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShVqfpRc57I/AAAAAAAAA-4/HtVRHwkPbvM/s1600-h/friend____by_salihguler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShVqfpRc57I/AAAAAAAAA-4/HtVRHwkPbvM/s320/friend____by_salihguler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290025205131186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leave it to me to screw things up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today was not a good day at all, and im not saying that everyday has to be perfect, but i wish it was like that. screwed up pipc post-lab, i couldnt do the last two qns. there were only three qns for post-lab, btw. it got me thinking how im gonna fare for the rest if im screwing up the easier qns. and then i started to worry, the usual danya thing to do, but worse. like i dunno, it's just demoralizing somehow when others can look at the lecture notes for a few minutes and get everything in their head, when i have to think for hours, even days, just to understand a few points. it's like sec four all over again, and i dont like it. i want this to stop soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and this stupid ankle hasnt been helping at all, like i had to tape it up today, and it still hurt but i wanted to play so super badly. and i played a little only, and had to sub after a few mins cause my feet started hurting too much. was kinda annoyed bout that. but it's okay, hope tomorrow will be a better day, and the day after that, and the days after that. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on a brighter note, it rained today, and i like rain (: also, charmaine looked like a wet hamster with her coolio golden hair. and joey needs to get her voice back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOOD LUCK KENT! for your driving test, and once you pass, you can drive us all around in a china car :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is a little bit more than i can stand;&lt;/span&gt;&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/24388309-3805349520784171067?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3805349520784171067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3805349520784171067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/leave-it-to-me-to-screw-things-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShVqfpRc57I/AAAAAAAAA-4/HtVRHwkPbvM/s72-c/friend____by_salihguler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-137708255650979039</id><published>2009-05-20T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:47:51.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShPXwxtJwKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/S-PxSsAECfo/s1600-h/the_hurt_of_emptiness_by_icewhirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShPXwxtJwKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/S-PxSsAECfo/s320/the_hurt_of_emptiness_by_icewhirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337847216340582562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my feet hurt from touch, rawr, haha. charmaine said that it might be a fracture, but i dont think ill be able to walk after that. whheee, so im guessing it just hurts from the strain. i mean, almost four hours of running around is something no one has seen me do before. really, haha, even the people closest to me dont usually see me run. so it's prolly the strain and the fact that my left foot got seriously mooshed. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;made quite a few friends, so yayy (: like after ystd, suddenly, i recognised people and started waving to them, and thank god they waved back. if not, ill look like a total loser, waving to someone who doesnt know me, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gramma's here, she just finished cooking for me, i just ate chicken which tasted like fish, and i wanted to refuse, but i didnt want to trouble her. so i ate it in the end. got tons of work to do, roarrr, pipc pre-lab, i think. or maybe obc. wtv, i still gotta do pre-lab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i shall go see the doctor soon. roarr, kay, just called kent. it's pipc tmr :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do people smile when no one's smiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;It's cause they're thinking of someone they're loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I got the sweetest love, there aint nothing sweeter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-137708255650979039?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/137708255650979039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/137708255650979039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-feet-hurt-from-touch-rawr-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShPXwxtJwKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/S-PxSsAECfo/s72-c/the_hurt_of_emptiness_by_icewhirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-8258918936030940864</id><published>2009-05-18T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:44:39.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShFB3IpL9mI/AAAAAAAAA-o/bYBsyJ-u3nc/s1600-h/long_brown_skirt_2_by_PhoeebStock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShFB3IpL9mI/AAAAAAAAA-o/bYBsyJ-u3nc/s320/long_brown_skirt_2_by_PhoeebStock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337119448879593058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was hooked on kate nash's 'the nicest thing' the whole day today. and by whole day, i really mean it, haha. listened on the way to sch over and over again, on my way home, and even during maths&amp;amp;stats lecture with my jacket pulled over me so that the lecturer cant see. haha, he wouldnt care anyway. and im listening to it now, haha. dunno why, im just into this song today, it's her voice, i tell you. (: had cramps the whole day today, and i just felt like sleeping throughout obc lecture, roar. ive got to stop doing that, must try to keep awake. charmaine, shan and joey had to like hit my leg to wake me up, haha. cause they were sitting one level below me, and that was all they could reach anyway. there's hap lab tmr,, and i just realised that i dont have any hap pre-lab to do, so yayy. but there's still obc tutorial and i have to study for the obc test tmr. and there's a csas test next mon. there's touch tmr, yayy, cant wait to try the new boots. they're limegreen with a hint of blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things i have to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. study obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. finish obc tutorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. go through lab report writing for next week's test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. understand pipc because i know nuts about it. i have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. study hap, because im sure im not gna be able to manage if i dont start now, since it takes me longer than normal people to process the info in my head and more importantly, keep it in my head, instead of forgetting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. renew my bus conncession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. think bout going for red rain, that is, if my parents allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. get this stoopid sty out off my eye, which is annoying the hell out of me cause i look like crap with the thing popping out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. get more sleep so that ill stop sleeping during lectures and tutorials when im supposed to be paying attention. hmm, maybe i should ask the person sitting next to me to whack me or something eveytime i nod off, hahaha. shaunabauna, charmainewarmaine, stephaniebephanie, joyjoyboyboy, joeywoey, if yall are reading this, you guys know what to do huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yummyyummy, i want subway. roarrr, haha, kay, i shalll try to finish whatever's on my list. nightytightywightys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh, and btw, I LOVE YOU JAYMEEWAYMEEEEE! &lt;333333 IM GIVING YOU AN AWESOMEPOSSUM HUGE HUG, CAN YOU FEEL IT? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Nicest Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I know is that you're so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You're the nicest thing I've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish that we could give it a go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; See if we could be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish I was your favourite girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish you couldn't figure me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But you always wanna know what I was about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 'Cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Basically, I wish that you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish that you needed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish that you knew when I said two sugars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Actually, I meant three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish that without me your heart would break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish that without me you couldn't eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish that we could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; If we could be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-8258918936030940864?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8258918936030940864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8258918936030940864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-hooked-on-kate-nashs-nicest-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/ShFB3IpL9mI/AAAAAAAAA-o/bYBsyJ-u3nc/s72-c/long_brown_skirt_2_by_PhoeebStock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-465472757138119948</id><published>2009-05-17T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:54:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sg_2vVTBcPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HzapmQqBmbM/s1600-h/shoes_iaec1110549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sg_2vVTBcPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HzapmQqBmbM/s320/shoes_iaec1110549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336755376488542450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;im gonna say that now, i dont want them anymore cause i think my parents have put up with too much of my crap and i need to stop being such an expensive brat, hahaha. (: smile, danya selvakumar. byebye, yamagatas. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today, jillian, karin and wan yi and i went to go watch angels&amp;amp;demons, which was a awesomepossum movie! haha, HAPPYWAPPYDAPPY BURFFDAYY, THAM WAN YI DEAREST. hope you had a great time. we lit up candles on a plate of a slice of starbucks oreo cheesecake, which was super soft after a while cause wan yi took so freakin long to walk there, haha, she lost her way and was looking for centrepoint at heeren. haha, finally she's the lost one, not me :D anw, after that, we went to watch the movie, which by the way was awesomepossum!! haha, im repeating that again to emphasize it and be an irritant. anw, after that we went to left foot, and found out that my YAMAGATAS are now $162 which is such a great deal from $270, but now, im not gonna get them, unless they're like suddenly thirty bucks, which will never happpen, haha. ive been quite a burden, and i dont wanna be anymore, which means from now on, im gonna stop asking for nonsense, and hoping for nonsense and wanting nonsense, and be the most nice non-dependant, independant, un-burdenable, non-expensive child, sister, friend that i can be. :D hahaha. ill try. really, i will. ((: ah well, got to studydudywudy obc. organic chem. byebye. ((((:&lt;/span&gt; smilesmilesmile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-465472757138119948?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/465472757138119948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/465472757138119948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-gonna-say-that-now-i-dont-want-them.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sg_2vVTBcPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HzapmQqBmbM/s72-c/shoes_iaec1110549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-9127456941406984416</id><published>2009-05-16T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:14:09.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sg5C7NKGBlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5KDOoQe9JNs/s1600-h/birthday_by_stupidstan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sg5C7NKGBlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5KDOoQe9JNs/s320/birthday_by_stupidstan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336276193392330322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;shakywacky turned 17 on thursday, yayyy (: and i really liked ystd, haha. hope the rest liked it too, esp her. wheee, haha, cant wait to see the vids, we had loads of fun. esp the preparation part when shaf just came over. cause it was raining superduper heavily when she was on her way, and i was so worried that she didnt have an umbrella and she'd have trouble carrying the food over, so i ran outside with a brolly and i didnt change when i came back from school, so i was still wearing my jeans and flowy black tube with my black tank and my hair was down, and i stood outside the back gate of st. gab's sec waiting for her. and plus, the umbrella was black, haha. and this st. gab's guy was walking home and he got the shock of his life cause i was standing standing unusually still and i wasnt moving at all. HAHAHA. if only it was night, it would made a great horror movie. haha. anw, so i went home and waited for shaf to come over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND we microwaved the yummy potatoes and macaroni cube and put leaves on it. hahah, it looked like a yellow brownie with a yellow ice-cream scoop on top. hahah, and ohsoveryyummy too ((: thankiewankie. and the  present part was hilarious, shak opened the present in up in  my room, and i think the vids would speak for themselves, check fb and see if they're out yeah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; i have to study obc, at least ace this one, since i sucked at the rest. didnt get much sleep last night too, roarr, i went to bed right after everything, but i kept waking up for no reason and my eyebags are now luggage bags and they can prolly hold the world in them. roarrr, i need to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gramma's coming over to make me kesari, my favourite indian sweetmeat, yummyumyum. haha, and she's only coming cause i told her to, aww, haha, isnt she sweet? i think im very pampered by my gramma and yeah, everyone. my parents trust me, so, i dont complain much. and i try to be in their good books, though im the more troublesome and more expensive child. haha, i try kayy. hahaha, i somehow can imagine whoever's reading this to raise your eyebrow and go, 'riiight, im sure you try', but i do! haha. i love my gramma and i love my family and i love you! :D hahaha, im being very sunshine-y today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so, anyway, after my gramma cooks for me while i do obc, rashvin's coming over. sarvin, rashvin and i are gonna go penin to buy rugby boots, which i need. and then sarvin wants to go eat subway and and go bowling, but i told him i wanted to go watch night at the museum two. i dont like ben stiller, i just wanna watch it for that dumdumgumgum thing! sooo cute, i tell you. you know what i mean? the stone thing that says dumdum in NATM 1. i like that thing, so huggable. the voice i mean. not the stone pillar, though i would hug the stone thing for the voice. kay, im beating round the bush again. so anw, we're gonna go buy boots later, at around five and then, we're gonna think about what to do next, and go home late, cause i havent spent much time with rashvin and samaka, though i dont even know whether smaka will be coming, so yeah. maybe rashvin will stay over, i dno. okay, nvm, so now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. wait for gramma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. eat kesari!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. obc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. wait for rashvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. go buy boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. think of what to do after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPYWAPPYDAPPY BURFFFFDAY, SHAKYWACKY :D hope you liked ystd, and shaf and sard too. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-9127456941406984416?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/9127456941406984416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/9127456941406984416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/shakywacky-turned-17-on-thursday-yayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sg5C7NKGBlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5KDOoQe9JNs/s72-c/birthday_by_stupidstan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7580900924589105756</id><published>2009-05-13T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:37:24.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SgrYcf8LOfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/X1avDnTv8Aw/s1600-h/n672813412_2555540_5334187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SgrYcf8LOfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/X1avDnTv8Aw/s320/n672813412_2555540_5334187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335314692695603698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;charmaine wuuuuu 'sugar plum' think she velly funny, HAHAHA. i need to stop laughing at awkward moments. people think im weird, roarrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;www.joeyrockstoo.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wheeee. yay, k1. happyhappyywappydappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7580900924589105756?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7580900924589105756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7580900924589105756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/charmaine-wuuuuu-sugar-plum-think-she.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SgrYcf8LOfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/X1avDnTv8Aw/s72-c/n672813412_2555540_5334187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-143923673842846581</id><published>2009-05-04T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:29:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sf7BFpamrnI/AAAAAAAAA94/5LGcCcjetBY/s1600-h/the_hunger_by_winktothanatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sf7BFpamrnI/AAAAAAAAA94/5LGcCcjetBY/s320/the_hunger_by_winktothanatos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331911311614193266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;started tearing. roarrr. hope this broadens your view on what's happening in the world right now.&lt;br /&gt;(: here's me reminding you to turn that frown into a smile, no matter what comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;gotta do chem tutorials and bio too, and gotta understand stats and buy my thermometer, haha. wheee, i love joey's mum mode, it's hilarious. and charmaine's random funny ffaces during lectures. haha, we have to sit one space away from each other, just so that we dont crack each other up during lectures. esp, hap! haha, go flagellas! whooosh. and ill get those shoes soonsoon, when i get enough money, still cant stop thinking bout them, haha, they're perfectt.&lt;br /&gt;YAMAGATA FUND: $120 and counting.&lt;br /&gt;wheee. class picnic yo! ill make lasagna, haha. i bet we'll just be towning on tuesday again. i dont like town, reminds me of the shoes, which i still dont have enough money for. ): haha, ah well. i want to starbucks soonsoon., yumyum, and oreo cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;byebye. off to do tutorials.&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/24388309-143923673842846581?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/143923673842846581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/143923673842846581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sf7BFpamrnI/AAAAAAAAA94/5LGcCcjetBY/s72-c/the_hunger_by_winktothanatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3771482890157857736</id><published>2009-05-03T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:17:27.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sf2k2JD5LmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/D_T7GWWWF58/s1600-h/the_kiss_by_jking1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sf2k2JD5LmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/D_T7GWWWF58/s320/the_kiss_by_jking1972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331598783928675938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when you ask whether im better, i would say yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but hey, isnt that what i always say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ill love and remember these times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;smile, smile, while you still can. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3771482890157857736?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3771482890157857736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3771482890157857736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-ask-whether-im-better-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sf2k2JD5LmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/D_T7GWWWF58/s72-c/the_kiss_by_jking1972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-281266072186490091</id><published>2009-04-28T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:11:41.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SfXZCaZRRsI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KLP4wV2Q3YY/s1600-h/Deep_thoughts_by_kayjensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SfXZCaZRRsI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KLP4wV2Q3YY/s320/Deep_thoughts_by_kayjensen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329404369531127490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i find peace. i love it this way.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-281266072186490091?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/281266072186490091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/281266072186490091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-find-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SfXZCaZRRsI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KLP4wV2Q3YY/s72-c/Deep_thoughts_by_kayjensen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4071715891941797853</id><published>2009-04-24T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:56:19.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SfHbj-MLm-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/z8SuVTmgTq8/s1600-h/candy_with_a_twist_by_michstar090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SfHbj-MLm-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/z8SuVTmgTq8/s320/candy_with_a_twist_by_michstar090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328281245192002530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;aonsense. bonsense. consense. donsense. eonsense. fonsense. gonsense. honsense. ionsense. jonsense. konsense. lonsense. monsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; oonsense. ponsense. qonsense. sonsense. tonsense. uonsense. vonsense. wonsense. xonsense. yonsense. zonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as you see, it's obvious that im bored. and very sleepyweepy now, got home at ten after studying at the awesomepossum cc, which i missed ohsomuch. i think i kinda missed the smell, haha. roarrrr, i think i shall sleep soon. (((: nightytightywightys HAHAHA. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Adrift &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your voice is adrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I can't expect it to sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; As if I was the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'll follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The leaf that's following the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; When will my weight be too much for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; When will these ideas really be my own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Cause this moment keeps on moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We were never meant to hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; This was a scene worth waking up for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; When I woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You planted me in my own body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But somehow it just feels so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; When you're sad I will be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But when you rise again I'll become the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I will shine down upon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; As if you were the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your voice is your own, I can't protect it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You'll have to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; A verse no one has ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Cause no one ever sings alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your way will never be too much for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your ideas have always been your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And this moment keeps on moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We were never meant to hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gosh, im hooked on this song, haha, wheeee. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4071715891941797853?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4071715891941797853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4071715891941797853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/04/aonsense.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SfHbj-MLm-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/z8SuVTmgTq8/s72-c/candy_with_a_twist_by_michstar090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1049540693390095146</id><published>2009-04-22T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:20:04.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Se75LhpYm5I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/x4l50HmydK8/s1600-h/Sensitive_exuberance_by_33xiT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Se75LhpYm5I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/x4l50HmydK8/s320/Sensitive_exuberance_by_33xiT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327469385631701906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;call me over-sensitive but i dont think ill ever forget what happened today till ive accomplished what i want to do. those same few words have been ringing in my head and i cant get it out of my head. i dont resent whoever who said it, but i resent every bit of what was said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;give it two months and ill prove myself right. it's not self-pity, because i know there are those who've gone through worse, but i know i wont forgive myself if i dont go through with this. so heads up if i go crazy, irrational and unbelieveably un-danya because it's not over till im happy with who i am and how i look. it's not over yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's not superficiality when i want to look and feel good. besides, isnt that that everyone wants? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;give it two weeks, i want to change. and i do kinda agree with what was said today anw, so yeah. thank you, though you not gonna be reading this, though you dont know how hard your words hit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;im gonna do this. and im gonna be happyy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1049540693390095146?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1049540693390095146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1049540693390095146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/04/call-me-over-sensitive-but-i-dont-think.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Se75LhpYm5I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/x4l50HmydK8/s72-c/Sensitive_exuberance_by_33xiT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-6397529270258138409</id><published>2009-04-16T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:54:52.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sechofw6KDI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Hf0fCm7mjDo/s1600-h/47822d7287815a46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sechofw6KDI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Hf0fCm7mjDo/s320/47822d7287815a46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325262063994021938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;orientation was really good. ken has to stop randomly calling my name out, haha. he keeps doing that just at the point where im stoning really intensely. and i think my favourite part was learning the mass dance, haha, charmaine got quite a shock when i went crazy and forgot the steps and stuff. the dancer and nondancer pairing up resulted in a huge hilarious scene, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i think i have start getting my bus route right.  it's getting quite annoying when i keep crossing the road when im not supposed to and ending up elsewhere. rawr, like today, i crossed the road and took 8 when im not supposed to cross and in the end, i ended up at tamp interchnge. then i took 28. and becuase of that, it took me more than two hours to get home. -_- haha, ah well. i should bring that bus route book i apparently have, but cant seem to find, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;regatta tmr and human wheelbarrow. yayy, and im getting my timetable tmr too. charmaine's only coming after two, so yeah. and shauna's doing the tp dance thingy, so yeaps. myy toe's not swollen anymore, yayy (: but it still hurts a little. and the area at my tailbone hurts ohsomuch, cause of that nasty fall, so yeah. whoopdedoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wheee, im craving for a mango ice blend now. haha. a little too late for that, i think. cant leave the house cause im a really good girl who listens to her parents. :D byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Just march forwards, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;And never look behind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;These feelings all will  pass with time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Just close your eyes and march forwards, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;And never look  behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;These feelings all will pass with time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Just close your eyes  and march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-6397529270258138409?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6397529270258138409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6397529270258138409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/04/orientation-was-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/Sechofw6KDI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Hf0fCm7mjDo/s72-c/47822d7287815a46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1616849816707191765</id><published>2009-04-13T12:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:57:31.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SeLEb3KeI4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/UxiHaRVRuXg/s1600-h/Lone_sailor_by_DianaCretu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SeLEb3KeI4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/UxiHaRVRuXg/s320/Lone_sailor_by_DianaCretu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324033692448727938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When an arrow hit its mark, everyone cheered, and if an arrow missed everyone jeered, like it was a carnival game, and the flames under you were growing larger, new flames were bursting out all around your body, igniting with every arrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the laughs and happy shouts, I called out my final goodbye,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Gargoyle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Andrew Davidson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1616849816707191765?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1616849816707191765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1616849816707191765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-arrow-hit-its-mark-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SeLEb3KeI4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/UxiHaRVRuXg/s72-c/Lone_sailor_by_DianaCretu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-2881440792837471607</id><published>2009-04-12T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:16:14.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SeHsXK_peEI/AAAAAAAAA84/srIsguig-qY/s1600-h/Smile_by_th3rdeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323796117361096770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SeHsXK_peEI/AAAAAAAAA84/srIsguig-qY/s320/Smile_by_th3rdeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; one more day of holiday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one more day till school starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;woke up at ten today, but i didnt want to get out of bed. so, i was listening my mp3 till two and finally got out of bed. took a shower and started blowing bubbles outside the house. i swear, my mum knows best. she saw that i was a little under the weather, and she took me shopping. so yayy. retail therapy works for me really well. auntie nikki had some 15% discout card. parkway parade was funnn. bought stuff from esprit, dorothy perkins and topshop. and had food at fish&amp;amp;co. eugh. waiting for harper's island now. rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got awesomepossum tops and three tanks. really liked this pastel coloured one, fits me well AND hides my fatbits. hahaha. yeapsies. we spent like 500 bucks or something, but mostly, it was mumsy's office tops and dorothy perkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And in the end the words won't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause in the end nothing stays the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And in the end dreams just scatter and fall like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;matt nathanson rocks yo. and pharrell. and hotness paul walker. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;go harper's island! and yay last templar. and yay to finally starting school. because i need school, to stop the boredom, get my mind off nonsense and stuff. yayy school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-2881440792837471607?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2881440792837471607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/2881440792837471607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-day-of-holiday-one-more-day.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SeHsXK_peEI/AAAAAAAAA84/srIsguig-qY/s72-c/Smile_by_th3rdeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-236457816011185963</id><published>2009-02-27T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:54:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SafiInQsTBI/AAAAAAAAA8o/OpvoqO26VCQ/s1600-h/N_E_R_D_by_charlestharrison00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307459323485244434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SafiInQsTBI/AAAAAAAAA8o/OpvoqO26VCQ/s320/N_E_R_D_by_charlestharrison00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna guess who's performing at the mosaic music fest on march 19th at 7.30pm?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rahhhh, i wanna go!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-236457816011185963?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/236457816011185963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/236457816011185963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanna-guess-whos-performing-at-mosaic.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SafiInQsTBI/AAAAAAAAA8o/OpvoqO26VCQ/s72-c/N_E_R_D_by_charlestharrison00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-4938601475086617416</id><published>2009-02-23T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:35:55.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SaKtnCWruCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/esA2FsJKu1M/s1600-h/Italian_model_by_downbytheriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305994197154379810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SaKtnCWruCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/esA2FsJKu1M/s320/Italian_model_by_downbytheriver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; heyo. this is getting awesomely boring and to tell you the truth, very lonely. i do nothing everyday. it's just me and the teevee, or me and my book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went out with jaymeewaymee today at least (: darn, i forgot to wear the valentine ring. we went to watch benjamin button today, which was ohsosad. the part where he had dementia. and i bought mega huge chocchip bread, it's huge. like the size of a clock or something. ah well, and i had rootbeer, which was good. rootbeer's good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we are all meant to lose loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;otherwise we wouldn't know how much they mean to us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i&lt;3queenie&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can't believe she died, she was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can you believe it, im lonely as hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rawr, marley and me. and wolverine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-4938601475086617416?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4938601475086617416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/4938601475086617416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/heyo.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SaKtnCWruCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/esA2FsJKu1M/s72-c/Italian_model_by_downbytheriver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3281239205903835539</id><published>2009-02-21T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:41:21.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZ7cAxmiw_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/eheG-5h-4yY/s1600-h/BullDog_Puppy3_by_VictoriaR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304919316962132978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZ7cAxmiw_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/eheG-5h-4yY/s320/BullDog_Puppy3_by_VictoriaR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy danya day (: happy mum day too. :D&lt;br /&gt;i find joys in annoying rashvin and sarvin while they are so focused on guitar hero. it's awesomely fun. andandand i got an awesome valentine heart ring made by waymeee &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like an angel off the page,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have appeared to my life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like a song in my heart, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like oil on my hands, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I do love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZ7UgZEcV5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/YpKUs6Q97KE/s1600-h/baby%20bulldogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3281239205903835539?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3281239205903835539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3281239205903835539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-danya-day-happy-mum-day-too.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZ7cAxmiw_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/eheG-5h-4yY/s72-c/BullDog_Puppy3_by_VictoriaR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3287677633827386907</id><published>2009-02-15T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:29:00.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZeYMKDwEoI/AAAAAAAAA7w/x3LZCYsgeCI/s1600-h/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302874420877988482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZeYMKDwEoI/AAAAAAAAA7w/x3LZCYsgeCI/s320/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happyvday. for those who love and are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She thought,&lt;br /&gt;What difference does it make.&lt;br /&gt;When she sees darkness&lt;br /&gt;Even when she’s awake. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3287677633827386907?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3287677633827386907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3287677633827386907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/happyvday.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZeYMKDwEoI/AAAAAAAAA7w/x3LZCYsgeCI/s72-c/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1348263537252875688</id><published>2009-02-13T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:40:11.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZT5iZsb2CI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zd9P2O16hxE/s1600-h/Two_Dogs_by_Catronos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302137030730045474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZT5iZsb2CI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zd9P2O16hxE/s320/Two_Dogs_by_Catronos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Spins Madly On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woke up and wished that I was dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With an aching in my head I lay motionless in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought of you and where you'd gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and let the world spin madly on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything that I said I'd do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like make the world brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And take the time for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got lost and slept right through the dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the world spins madly on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I let the day go by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watch the stars from my window sill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The whole world is moving and I'm standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woke up and wished that I was dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With an aching in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I lay motionless in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The night is here and the day is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the world spins madly on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought of you and where you'd gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the world spins madly on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1348263537252875688?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1348263537252875688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1348263537252875688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-spins-madly-on-woke-up-and-wished.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SZT5iZsb2CI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zd9P2O16hxE/s72-c/Two_Dogs_by_Catronos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-361325355834783090</id><published>2008-11-05T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:28:47.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SRGC9LcGp_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/8Pt5pODB9kk/s1600-h/Barack_Obama_01_by_StudioFovea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265133426927118322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SRGC9LcGp_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/8Pt5pODB9kk/s320/Barack_Obama_01_by_StudioFovea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GO OBAMA!&lt;br /&gt;time for me to have a change too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lumponthehill.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://lumponthehill.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i rock. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-361325355834783090?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/361325355834783090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/361325355834783090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-obama-time-for-me-to-have-change-too.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SRGC9LcGp_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/8Pt5pODB9kk/s72-c/Barack_Obama_01_by_StudioFovea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-6565946519916673076</id><published>2008-09-03T19:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:03:05.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMYDO_PkdAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2JyAW_DQUZI/s1600-h/No_more_CHEMISTRY_by_ketis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243882372149310466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMYDO_PkdAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2JyAW_DQUZI/s320/No_more_CHEMISTRY_by_ketis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 41 MORE DAYS TO O'S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-6565946519916673076?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6565946519916673076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6565946519916673076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/09/41-more-days-to-os.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMYDO_PkdAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2JyAW_DQUZI/s72-c/No_more_CHEMISTRY_by_ketis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1954604333667960845</id><published>2008-09-03T19:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:36:57.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAheFXqCjI/AAAAAAAAAps/P0jO7B7qqHk/s1600-h/DSC04404.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242226766980450866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAheFXqCjI/AAAAAAAAAps/P0jO7B7qqHk/s320/DSC04404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAhePvweMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/A2y9CmMbtrI/s1600-h/DSC04423.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242226769765890242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAhePvweMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/A2y9CmMbtrI/s320/DSC04423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAheXVJDoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RzcHqpmjqRc/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAhe2cc85I/AAAAAAAAAqE/oOHtZFa1K0U/s1600-h/DSC04430.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242226780153901970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAhe2cc85I/AAAAAAAAAqE/oOHtZFa1K0U/s320/DSC04430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; haha, i was really bored after getting back home. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh, and if you noticed in every single picture, my bro has a different expression, haha, today, he was awesomely cute, cause he never seemed to be able to smile properly or get into the picture fast enough, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAfVpLNCyI/AAAAAAAAApE/lx2_W2UtvqM/s1600-h/DSC04412.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242224422949817122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAfVpLNCyI/AAAAAAAAApE/lx2_W2UtvqM/s320/DSC04412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; see? haha, get what i mean? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAfV7OnwzI/AAAAAAAAApM/nd8gHHrMMRA/s1600-h/DSC04414.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242224427795989298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAfV7OnwzI/AAAAAAAAApM/nd8gHHrMMRA/s320/DSC04414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; mujika and me! she looks super good lahh, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAfWRsPO9I/AAAAAAAAApc/CbQwREUcR2Q/s1600-h/DSC04417.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242224433825790930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAfWRsPO9I/AAAAAAAAApc/CbQwREUcR2Q/s320/DSC04417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ana! haha, she is hilarious, i tell you. ive never seen her not smile before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAfWxbuIhI/AAAAAAAAApk/nCCRP9XpuzI/s1600-h/DSC04418.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242224442346447378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAfWxbuIhI/AAAAAAAAApk/nCCRP9XpuzI/s320/DSC04418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; noor (: my dad's secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd0oausDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wJW0obAvcgM/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242222756299190322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd0oausDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wJW0obAvcgM/s320/DSC04390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; mummsykins. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd07Nf0oI/AAAAAAAAAok/aSvSTxzZVxE/s1600-h/DSC04405.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242222761343963778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd07Nf0oI/AAAAAAAAAok/aSvSTxzZVxE/s320/DSC04405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; familyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd1Crd1QI/AAAAAAAAAos/6G0rrKidZXQ/s1600-h/DSC04406.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242222763348710658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd1Crd1QI/AAAAAAAAAos/6G0rrKidZXQ/s320/DSC04406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; onisha (: my mum's nineteen-year-old friend who never seems to stop talking, super cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd1lMhJEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/yC1McqNOIX8/s1600-h/DSC04409.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242222772614145090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd1lMhJEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/yC1McqNOIX8/s320/DSC04409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; helloyou, rashvin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd11yDmhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sFYhjObfF8c/s1600-h/DSC04410.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242222777066560018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAd11yDmhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sFYhjObfF8c/s320/DSC04410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; my bro and cameras are like bad luck or something, haha, they just don't click together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAax3NIPtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/4msRFLuoKJc/s1600-h/DSC04389.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242219410194185938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAax3NIPtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/4msRFLuoKJc/s320/DSC04389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; haha, my brother's face is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ-eQUVGI/AAAAAAAAAns/niS0674lZ2Y/s1600-h/DSC04380.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242218527323346018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ-eQUVGI/AAAAAAAAAns/niS0674lZ2Y/s320/DSC04380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hot belly-dancer (: she's prettyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ-ve3_sI/AAAAAAAAAn0/eXn38eyUBFk/s1600-h/DSC04382.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242218531947806402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ-ve3_sI/AAAAAAAAAn0/eXn38eyUBFk/s320/DSC04382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; brother's out of the picture again, watch the next few pictures, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ-6sWPSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Wv29XljC2Wk/s1600-h/DSC04383.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242218534957104418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ-6sWPSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Wv29XljC2Wk/s320/DSC04383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ_AsIsqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/i4Q5smJ3DtU/s1600-h/DSC04384.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242218536566829730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ_AsIsqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/i4Q5smJ3DtU/s320/DSC04384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ_dvwwDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/g8uD7zRTNKg/s1600-h/DSC04387.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242218544366665778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAZ_dvwwDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/g8uD7zRTNKg/s320/DSC04387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; smile, sarvin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW9G5UbkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aO_5dgGZmEs/s1600-h/DSC04353.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242215205338115650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW9G5UbkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aO_5dgGZmEs/s320/DSC04353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW9c2cEEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/IZZad6xl-w8/s1600-h/DSC04358.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242215211231612994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW9c2cEEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/IZZad6xl-w8/s320/DSC04358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW96BvOpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/tWRiqnPgMDI/s1600-h/DSC04360.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242215219063634578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW96BvOpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/tWRiqnPgMDI/s320/DSC04360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW-KXD3sI/AAAAAAAAAnc/qv6EGHcmHDI/s1600-h/DSC04377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242215223448035010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW-KXD3sI/AAAAAAAAAnc/qv6EGHcmHDI/s320/DSC04377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; he looks good here. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW-fuv3oI/AAAAAAAAAnk/NrBJ84aIWIM/s1600-h/DSC04379.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242215229184532098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAW-fuv3oI/AAAAAAAAAnk/NrBJ84aIWIM/s320/DSC04379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1954604333667960845?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1954604333667960845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1954604333667960845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/09/photographs-haha-i-was-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SMAheFXqCjI/AAAAAAAAAps/P0jO7B7qqHk/s72-c/DSC04404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-5880889882081361227</id><published>2008-09-03T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:01:09.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's 2am in the morning and i just got home. rah, and plus, i can't sleep, hahaha, so i decided to blog. yayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dad's bdae was a blast, finally got to meet onisha, and everyone had loads and loads of fun. the shows were super goood, like there was this really hot belly-dancer girl who performed and she was super good. i thought it was a striptease at first, but haha. she fooled me, she was super good, i swear, caught her on vid. she looks like seventeen-ish, but she had an awesome bod. hahaha, the men were enjoying it, hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and there was another show, by three transvestites, and they were HILARIOUS. i got them on video too, haha, it was good overall. the food was awesome, and everyone had loads of fun. some had a little too much fun though. one of my dad's foreign workers got pissed drunk and started making a ruckus, so the rest had to get him off the dance floor. so yeah. but it was fine in the end. my feet hurt like hell, so i started walking barefoot halfway, haha. ah well. (: i apparently could carry myself better than i thought in a sari, haha. it was just the heels that was the problem, and everyone knows how i can't ever walk in heels, haha. i need to stay as close to the floor as possible, haha. i was too lazy to stay over tha hilton itself, cause i needed my clown blankie to sleep, haha. then in the end, i came up and didn't feel like sleeping, hahaha. what the crap. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-5880889882081361227?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5880889882081361227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/5880889882081361227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-2am-in-morning-and-i-just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-887684171742829508</id><published>2008-09-03T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:38:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SL508KLHKnI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5mTTTZ_Ql1U/s1600-h/DSC04303.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241755593177770610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SL508KLHKnI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5mTTTZ_Ql1U/s320/DSC04303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today was a really weird but fun day, haha.i woke up at eight, but continued staring at the ceiling for about an hour plus cause i didn't wanna get up until dean msged me to drag my arse to school, for no reason apparently. miss intan was like,"danya, what are you doing in school?" hahaha, helped zaboof with a bit of ss and did a bit of emaths in school. i kept getting tongue-tied at the later part of the day, which was kinda funny cause i kept saying weird things. my conversation (wow, i don't really have conversations with my bro) with my brother went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Are you going to eat the dinner later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bro: Huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Eat the dinner the eat lahh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bro: can you speak in proper english? something that i can understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: i am whaaat. nonsense lah you, i am speaking in proper engrish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my brother just raised an eyebrow and refused to talk to me after that, haha. only after like, five minutes, i realised all the mistakes i made and started laughing at myself. and my cousin was like, "ohkayyy, is she always like that when im not around?" seriously, haha, i was just a little tongue-tied, that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so yeah, haha. i shall go study now, cause my dad's coming up now, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;byebye (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-887684171742829508?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/887684171742829508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/887684171742829508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-really-weird-but-fun-day-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SL508KLHKnI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5mTTTZ_Ql1U/s72-c/DSC04303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-8600195184455153488</id><published>2008-08-12T16:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:21:02.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLy-qB1aHsI/AAAAAAAAAms/Z1M4Wf2obro/s1600-h/Prague_street.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241273695608643266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLy-qB1aHsI/AAAAAAAAAms/Z1M4Wf2obro/s320/Prague_street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Time" - PINK FLOYD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And racing around to come up behind you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And shorter of breath and one day closer to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Home, home againI like to be here when I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I come home cold and tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's good to warm my bones beside the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Calls the faithful to their knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And hear the softly spoken magic spell&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/24388309-8600195184455153488?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8600195184455153488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8600195184455153488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-pink-floyd-ticking-away-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLy-qB1aHsI/AAAAAAAAAms/Z1M4Wf2obro/s72-c/Prague_street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1201449624699750313</id><published>2008-08-12T16:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:36:56.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLvrdMkyJLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hSK64EcGI0Y/s1600-h/DSC04333.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241041478199944370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLvrdMkyJLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hSK64EcGI0Y/s320/DSC04333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; days have been mundane, i woke up ystd with a &lt;strong&gt;swollen&lt;/strong&gt; ring finger on my left hand, and now, it's twice the size. i have no idea what happened and the doctor made it worse, haha. she wasn't my usual doctor, i think the other guy went on holiday or something, hahaha. i specifically told her that it was my ring finger that hurt, but she refused to listen and checked every finger before agreeing with me, what the crapp. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to my grammy's place ystd and she had other guests over too, one of which is this really cute kid, i took pictures! haha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLvrdQRF1_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/O5MGgzhSAUU/s1600-h/DSC04339.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241041479191091186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLvrdQRF1_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/O5MGgzhSAUU/s320/DSC04339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; my dad forced her to imitate his smile but it turned out like that, hahah. she looked so freaked out. and she's super scared of dad, so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLvrdseawAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/cwd3RoN0p3E/s1600-h/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241041486763180034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLvrdseawAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/cwd3RoN0p3E/s320/DSC04344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; this is me and my cousin and her. samaka surprisingly didn't bring her laptop and she actually left the house! :O it was seriously a miracle that she stepped out of the house, hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to meet the party planner today. the whole layout seems to be going well, which is a good thing. (: i need to remind myself to take pictures, hahaha. my mum forbids me to bring my phone, so i think im gonna sneak it in somehow, hahaha, hide it in the folds of the sari or something, hahaha. im kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anw, good luck people for those taking nlvls. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the arsewipe is pissing the crap out of me, and i can't do anything to defend myself which reallyreally sucks. :( it's giving me a whole lot of problems with my family, and that kinda sucks. i need to stand up for myself. rah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on a lighter note, studying is starting to become fun-ner, i have no idea why. if only i wasn't working on a deadline to finish my work, it would be even fun-ner. hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blah-de-blah. have a great night. (: good-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1201449624699750313?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1201449624699750313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1201449624699750313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/08/days-have-been-mundane-i-woke-up-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLvrdMkyJLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hSK64EcGI0Y/s72-c/DSC04333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-8905911280726187233</id><published>2008-08-12T16:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:20:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLj0oL7TesI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hKswsWxAHJc/s1600-h/GetAttachment12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240207137679047362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLj0oL7TesI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hKswsWxAHJc/s320/GetAttachment12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; DADDYDEAR'S BDAE COMING SOOOOON (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-8905911280726187233?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8905911280726187233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/8905911280726187233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/08/daddydears-bdae-coming-sooooon.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLj0oL7TesI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hKswsWxAHJc/s72-c/GetAttachment12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3886314857996601871</id><published>2008-08-12T16:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:08:43.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLT9FVHuOlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vPV0rtHF4ts/s1600-h/DSC04304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239090534549437010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLT9FVHuOlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vPV0rtHF4ts/s320/DSC04304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; TEN POINTS AND THERE'S NOT MUCH TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3886314857996601871?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3886314857996601871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3886314857996601871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/08/ten-points-and-theres-not-much-time.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SLT9FVHuOlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vPV0rtHF4ts/s72-c/DSC04304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1842583271499905532</id><published>2008-08-12T16:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:18:23.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SK9wcRqXAbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/4FvpAB6N_ZY/s1600-h/Luther_King_by_lady_pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237528522734895538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SK9wcRqXAbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/4FvpAB6N_ZY/s320/Luther_King_by_lady_pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; english paper was ohkay, i guess. i chose question one: can one person change the world? halfway through the compo, i knew i picked the wrong one alrd, haha. cause im a more emo-writer than someone who writes for a cause, like the changing the world and stuff. got stuck halfway and started writing about Bono and his civil rights movements and "Make Poverty History" campaign, which made no sense after a while, cause i just remembered that i was in a rush and wrote Bon Jovi instead of Bono. i hate myself for this. -_- the best part was that i wrote that Jon Bon Jovi was from U2. ... crap, i suck. i was in such a rush. hahaha. hopefully, the teacher marking my paper has no clue in music, hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ah well, what's over's over. i don't think i can beat that BUMBLING BUM! haha, she wrote marter luther king jr. instead of MARTIN luther king jr. and she said that Hitler killed the Nazis, instead of Hitler killing the Jews. riiight. hahaha, that was quite funny though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today, i accomplished my task of waking up my whole family in less than 2o seconds! haha, i threw a huge bag on my bro while he was sleeping and he woke up muttering to himself, and my parents. i turned off the fan and they woke up. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1842583271499905532?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1842583271499905532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1842583271499905532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/08/english-paper-was-ohkay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SK9wcRqXAbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/4FvpAB6N_ZY/s72-c/Luther_King_by_lady_pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-6756450552573289018</id><published>2008-08-12T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:11:08.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKqozjKRydI/AAAAAAAAAls/VRNm1RU3WQQ/s1600-h/DSC04282.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236183120336767442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKqozjKRydI/AAAAAAAAAls/VRNm1RU3WQQ/s320/DSC04282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; somehow, pris and i have the same expression on our faces in this picture, haha. swenson's-ing with everyone was fun. mahek was super cute, and there's another baby b. to come! awww. haha, hopefully that kid gets mahek's eyes too. that'll be really cool. i noticed that i finished bio but i haven't done chem and chem is the first paper, so i shall go do that right after this. some iron oxide thing is coming out for sure, ms. F has been hinting to us for the past four lessons, though i still don't get the hint. grrr, i hate it that it takes me some much time to process in my head. MND is finally getting to my head, and i need to do TKAM and ss soon. rah. ah well, hope you guys are ready for prelims, those taking it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy prelims, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;study hard and study smart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good luck &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-6756450552573289018?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6756450552573289018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/6756450552573289018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/08/somehow-pris-and-i-have-same-expression.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKqozjKRydI/AAAAAAAAAls/VRNm1RU3WQQ/s72-c/DSC04282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-7082144794241992963</id><published>2008-08-12T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:51:35.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKQN53PltaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/191bNuamfec/s1600-h/f2b1245f6daedec3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234323954644399522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKQN53PltaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/191bNuamfec/s320/f2b1245f6daedec3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE YOU! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-7082144794241992963?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7082144794241992963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/7082144794241992963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-you-3.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKQN53PltaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/191bNuamfec/s72-c/f2b1245f6daedec3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-579866711286362253</id><published>2008-08-12T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:40:31.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKFKQsk5FKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TwJc0aiMKiM/s1600-h/I_m_tired_by_Tigru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233545892685485218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKFKQsk5FKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TwJc0aiMKiM/s320/I_m_tired_by_Tigru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there goes my hero;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he's ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really don't wanna burn out right now. rah. got a b3 for tamil o's and a merit for orals and listening. it's ohkay, i guess. but im not very satisfied, in fact, at first, i was really pissed with myself and was throwing my weight around, on whether i should retake or not. just when i finally made up my mind, i called my dad told him, and he didn't allow me retake. -_- what. the. crap. then after that, i was even more pissed cause i couldn't do anything about it. rah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ah forget it, what's done is done. i dunno, i kinda feel like im burning out alrd and it's not even prelims yet. 've been doing so much and somehow, nothing's taking effect, which is the frustrating part. like, i've finished the whole emaths green book, and my maths is still no better. im getting pissed, but i guess it's just another phase, yet again. keep smiling in the outside and harbouring dark thoughts in my head, haha. somehow, that just sounded really crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ah, forget it. i shall study, yet again. goodbye.&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/24388309-579866711286362253?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/579866711286362253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/579866711286362253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-goes-my-hero-hes-ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SKFKQsk5FKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TwJc0aiMKiM/s72-c/I_m_tired_by_Tigru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-3936091899810661988</id><published>2008-07-23T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:38:04.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SJGMHwDhq0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/iqWAJOdo3NY/s1600-h/DSC04235.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229114707140520770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SJGMHwDhq0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/iqWAJOdo3NY/s320/DSC04235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;musical practices are dearly missed and the teachers are too. today's colours award rehearsals were hilarious, the dancers started out the song in a really wrong position, and siv commented that it was a rahab moment and ms. loh heard that and started laughing. i don't do much but somehow the jokes are always on me, haha. ms. loh was like, 'we've made a monster out of rahab!' and that kinda cracked me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i need to watch batman again cause it was just so superduper good. the joker was awesome, he was so super good! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my daddydear's in phuket, yet again. enjoying himself, while im here slaving over school stuff. but i guess he deserved it, he needed a break anyway. he went off with his weird friends. one who doesn't talk and is really vulgar when he talks. my dad says that he never says bye on the phone and just puts it down without even telling him, so my dad will be like talking to himself for the next few seconds until the dialtone starts again. but that guy is rich man, he owns four cars. and plus, his family's really small. what the crappp. my dad's other friend has seven kids. what the crapppppp. so, in conclusion, my dad has weird friends. (: i think i follow after him. i have weird friends too! haha, but mine are cooler, k. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i shall go and watch house and start studying now. byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-3936091899810661988?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3936091899810661988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/3936091899810661988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/07/musical-practices-are-dearly-missed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SJGMHwDhq0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/iqWAJOdo3NY/s72-c/DSC04235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24388309.post-1662469821234964036</id><published>2008-07-23T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:38:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SIwJVyL4qXI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TY7b9VLlJ3Q/s1600-h/This_is_Australia_by_Aquiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227563537323829618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SIwJVyL4qXI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TY7b9VLlJ3Q/s320/This_is_Australia_by_Aquiel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;talked to you after so long, and i just noticed how much we have in common. it sounds really cliche but really, so close yet we're so far. it's been such a long time since ive heard your voice and i really appreciated everything you said, so thank you. (: one day, we'll be the people we want to be. the vet and the zoologist. haha, missed you man. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Little Wonders"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let it go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let it roll right off your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The hardest part is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let it in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let your clarity define you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We will only just remember how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our lives are made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In these small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These little wonders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time falls away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But these small hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These small hours still remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let it slide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let your troubles fall behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let it shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until you feel it all around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it's me you need to turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll get by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the heart that really matters in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our lives are made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In these small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These little wonders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time falls away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But these small hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These small hours still remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of my regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will wash away some how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i can not forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The way i feel right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In these small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These little wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time falls away but these small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These small hours, still remain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These little wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time falls away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But these small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These little wonders still remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on a brighter note, i really lived up to my role as rahab by hosting 12 people staying over at my place. it was fun, and i had no idea so many people were afraid of georgie, the doll in my room. haha, rachael's comfy and siv's very nocturnal, i noticed. she gets high at night. my mum was weird, i had to carry her out of my room caue she refused to get off my bed cause dozer was running around. haha, thanks to everyone who came, and those who left early. you guys made my life so perfect it scares me, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24388309-1662469821234964036?l=recedingnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1662469821234964036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24388309/posts/default/1662469821234964036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recedingnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/07/talked-to-you-after-so-long-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>danya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559736220828577299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf4edx_wzvU/SIwJVyL4qXI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TY7b9VLlJ3Q/s72-c/This_is_Australia_by_Aquiel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
