<?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-32499001</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:05:53.480+08:00</updated><category term='ke$ha'/><category term='saving me'/><category term='judith'/><category term='death'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='Ris'/><category term='thanks guys (:'/><category term='rudolf dassler'/><category term='shampoo'/><category term='bitter heart'/><category term='cameron diaz'/><category term='jamie'/><category term='synopsis'/><category term='horseriding'/><category term='thomas dekker'/><category term='stefani'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='girls'/><category term='angelina 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term='Brothers'/><category term='Low'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='imeem'/><category term='mjsite'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='owl city'/><category term='remix'/><category term='PMS'/><category term='headache'/><category term='evil genius'/><category term='kelly clarkson'/><category term='Chemical'/><category term='Justin Bieber'/><category term='felicity'/><category term='all'/><category term='abigail breslin'/><category term='topshop'/><category term='rest in peace'/><category term='johnson and johnson&apos;s'/><category term='sex'/><category term='michael'/><category term='Forever'/><category term='limits'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='secondhand'/><category term='evan allington'/><category term='jackson'/><category term='friends'/><category term='sergio rossi'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='pumps'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='first'/><category term='star'/><category term='(:'/><category term='time'/><category term='dead'/><category term='french'/><category term='smile like you mean it'/><category term='over'/><category term='parents'/><category term='fawcett'/><category term='sister&apos;s keeper'/><category term='wooden peg'/><category term='ninja cat'/><category term='harold'/><category term='food'/><category term='lips'/><category term='god'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Joseph Gordon-Levitt'/><category term='boom box'/><category term='fat'/><category term='miley cyrus'/><title type='text'>When twitter's not enough and Facebook's too public.</title><subtitle type='html'>I only post here when my thoughts are too long for twitter and I don't want to post it on Facebook like I really want everyone I know to read it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1596199752786369253</id><published>2011-12-24T04:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T04:37:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stark raving mad I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;goddamnit it's 4.30 in the morning and I've been working the whole night only to realise that what I did was worthless so I deleted the whole chunk and am stuck with what I started with, but 4.5 hours later. What the hell I'm so fricking mad right now do people who work hard never get rewarded in this shit world?! I mean if this was a screwed up birthday card or something I wouldn't be the least ticked off, but hell this is my diploma grade and I'm being judged not just by the teachers but by people who hate me and want me dead and the last thing I want is to cement their reasons for feeling that way about me, and I've got other work to do and my time is running out. I truly think I've really been spending more time doing work than I should resting on a holiday I worked hard and deserved, and I'm sick of the entire world having a better life than me. Obviously I'm exaggerating here but I'm really so filled with rage so big that it can't seep through my pores and be expressed as healthy anger.&lt;br /&gt;asdfghjkl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1596199752786369253?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1596199752786369253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-stark-raving-mad-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1596199752786369253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1596199752786369253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-stark-raving-mad-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m stark raving mad I am.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1462523296878755284</id><published>2011-10-27T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:29:29.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm only posting here because twitter only accepts 140 characters and there are people who judge a lot, and I'm not in the mood to be judged today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that the compliments were fake but I'm just gonna brush it aside and pretend they were judges' comments from ANTM. Ah, feels much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever only losers blog nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Loserific me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of that&lt;br /&gt;I'm only posting here because for a very stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my script back and can't do my essay now&lt;br /&gt;and I was mentally preparing to finish it&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO MAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also my ass is ridiculously huge. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1462523296878755284?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1462523296878755284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-only-posting-here-because-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1462523296878755284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1462523296878755284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-only-posting-here-because-twitter.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-775626938093025893</id><published>2011-10-12T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:49:46.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;just spent an hour reading the archives of this blog and&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING BACK THEN??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-775626938093025893?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/775626938093025893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-spent-hour-reading-archives-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/775626938093025893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/775626938093025893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-spent-hour-reading-archives-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8615750687997100303</id><published>2011-10-03T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:31:56.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A86MR7mZXfM/ThHNZxLPIOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d-RFo5ixeJw/s1600/london+reflections.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A86MR7mZXfM/ThHNZxLPIOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d-RFo5ixeJw/s1600/london+reflections.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;WHY CAN'T THINGS JUST GO MY WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8615750687997100303?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8615750687997100303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/10/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8615750687997100303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8615750687997100303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/10/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-A86MR7mZXfM/ThHNZxLPIOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d-RFo5ixeJw/s72-c/london+reflections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2595345388777811556</id><published>2011-10-03T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:31:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't know what I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRJ3OlpsDWU/Tom2-gOtNXI/AAAAAAAABRc/cSWQJo4DaCc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-03+at+PM+09.00.49.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRJ3OlpsDWU/Tom2-gOtNXI/AAAAAAAABRc/cSWQJo4DaCc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-03+at+PM+09.00.49.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you don't get what I mean, there's no way for me to explain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/32499001-2595345388777811556?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2595345388777811556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-dont-know-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2595345388777811556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2595345388777811556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-dont-know-what-i-want.html' title='you don&apos;t know what I want'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-rRJ3OlpsDWU/Tom2-gOtNXI/AAAAAAAABRc/cSWQJo4DaCc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-10-03+at+PM+09.00.49.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7169884604571862351</id><published>2011-09-24T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:50:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVsz8ZNAH0s/Tny4iacY42I/AAAAAAAABRY/nolL2lmepBQ/s1600/ahhhhpocky.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVsz8ZNAH0s/Tny4iacY42I/AAAAAAAABRY/nolL2lmepBQ/s400/ahhhhpocky.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I'm so disgusted with myself for eating.&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/32499001-7169884604571862351?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7169884604571862351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-so-disgusted-with-myself-for-eating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7169884604571862351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7169884604571862351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-so-disgusted-with-myself-for-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-VVsz8ZNAH0s/Tny4iacY42I/AAAAAAAABRY/nolL2lmepBQ/s72-c/ahhhhpocky.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-3578790983031282890</id><published>2011-09-19T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:05:58.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get the fuck out of my room or I will fucking get out of your life the second I can afford to do so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4M7S1xS5DU/TndaOwpLUAI/AAAAAAAABRU/26NDH8RWc7E/s1600/pyramids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4M7S1xS5DU/TndaOwpLUAI/AAAAAAAABRU/26NDH8RWc7E/s1600/pyramids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lay me with the kings and bury me around riches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-3578790983031282890?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/3578790983031282890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/get-fuck-out-of-my-room-or-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3578790983031282890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3578790983031282890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/get-fuck-out-of-my-room-or-i-will.html' title='get the fuck out of my room or I will fucking get out of your life the second I can afford to do so'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-U4M7S1xS5DU/TndaOwpLUAI/AAAAAAAABRU/26NDH8RWc7E/s72-c/pyramids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5451049095706164071</id><published>2011-09-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T01:28:40.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fml</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Who still uses blogger nowadays? This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I hate studying and I've been wasting my time so far, but fuck not doing anything won't improve my situation so I'm just gonna get some work done now. I'm just destined to be a huge loser for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85wqdob2gg4/TnDkMoK8nII/AAAAAAAABRQ/MFLzn-9JA28/s1600/World+Map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85wqdob2gg4/TnDkMoK8nII/AAAAAAAABRQ/MFLzn-9JA28/s1600/World+Map.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&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/32499001-5451049095706164071?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5451049095706164071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-still-uses-blogger-nowadays-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5451049095706164071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5451049095706164071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-still-uses-blogger-nowadays-this-is.html' title='fml'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-85wqdob2gg4/TnDkMoK8nII/AAAAAAAABRQ/MFLzn-9JA28/s72-c/World+Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2325663264446276971</id><published>2011-09-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:05:31.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's only a matter of time before I kill my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipWskz9CRGo/Tm4fa2pWP6I/AAAAAAAABRM/1rc85N1ltpo/s1600/forever.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipWskz9CRGo/Tm4fa2pWP6I/AAAAAAAABRM/1rc85N1ltpo/s1600/forever.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There hasn't been a single thing my parents have said for the past few years that hasn't made me want to:&lt;/div&gt;- run away from home&lt;div&gt;- kill myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- hate myself even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- stab them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- vow never to take care of them when I grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY KEEP ME BREATHING IF YOU AREN'T FUCKING PROUD OF ANYTHING I DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M JUST WASTING YOUR MONEY AND YOUR TIME AND YOUR LIFE AWAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And any shitbag who has the cheek to ask me why my posts are so emo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go kill yourself please, you're not worth my time.&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/32499001-2325663264446276971?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2325663264446276971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-only-matter-of-time-before-i-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2325663264446276971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2325663264446276971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-only-matter-of-time-before-i-kill.html' title='it&apos;s only a matter of time before I kill my brother'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ipWskz9CRGo/Tm4fa2pWP6I/AAAAAAAABRM/1rc85N1ltpo/s72-c/forever.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6161533006338947038</id><published>2011-09-08T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:02:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;No one's words can make me hate being me as much as my parents' can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;I don't know what you fucking want from me. I don't even know why I'm living for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;I can't wait to graduate and leave this damned country away from everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;If I were male, I'd totally embrace National Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Come on, you're in a complete male environment, no women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;No one to stop you from cursing like a pirate or behaving like a total dick, or saying really lewd and distasteful, overly sexual comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;You could describe to your buddies anything and there wouldn't be a woman there saying "hey, watch your tongue" or "eew that's so gross"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Everything you say is going to be immediately embraced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;And come on, it's not like we're going straight to war after your enlistment, so you're pretty much being paid by the government to hang out in a totally testosterone-filled environment and work out every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;You're gonna leave the camp smokin' hot and fit and I'm pretty sure there are a bunch of girls who can't resist a man in uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Not to mention that everyone's gonna call you the nation's son or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Just for wearing green, frolicking in the jungle and making those abs rock hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;I don't know how obvious I have to be for people to know that I hate it when they say I'm not fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Any bastard who says that to my face should drown in a river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;And as much as I try to think otherwise, anyone who dares say that I'm not fat or ugly isn't important in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Really, who's gonna thank you for lying? You're nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;And to see it from a Nazi point of view, males should fight and girls should breed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;So going by that dictation, a girls' form of National Service would be to learn how to eat right and cook right, dress to cover up (Nazi ideology here) and do yoga. That sort of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Women would be paid to hang out in an all-girl environment where shaving and makeup wouldn't be necessary because you wouldn't have to impress guys, and let's say we're all in uniform, like a shirt and track pants (since we have to do yoga).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Track pants flatter any kind of butt and leg shape, admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;And don't deny that good nutrition and yoga won't give us the svelte body we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;National Service is a very win-win thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;No one pays me to see this; I truly truly believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;If I were a guy I'd totally embrace National Service, so don't be worried men, everything's going to be worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;It sucks that no one sees how hard I try because I fail all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Doesn't mean I fail means I didn't fucking try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way it's less than a 109 days to Christmas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-6161533006338947038?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/6161533006338947038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-ones-words-can-make-me-hate-being-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6161533006338947038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6161533006338947038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-ones-words-can-make-me-hate-being-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7206260973447394792</id><published>2011-09-04T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:42:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I wonder how people are gonna react when they find out that I was really disgusted with my ugly and fat so I made myself sick on purpose to avoid meeting anybody. Most likely they'll go "oh thank god I didn't wanna see her anyways".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7206260973447394792?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7206260973447394792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7206260973447394792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7206260973447394792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-325785425066917150</id><published>2011-08-31T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:39:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get the hint.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rayn.net/bunny_suicides/"&gt;SO CUTE, I'M INSPIRED.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVnDnfJQ6nE/Tl0CDYNH11I/AAAAAAAABRI/x9SfADJ3p5U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-30+at+PM+11.25.42.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVnDnfJQ6nE/Tl0CDYNH11I/AAAAAAAABRI/x9SfADJ3p5U/s320/Screen+shot+2011-08-30+at+PM+11.25.42.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-325785425066917150?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/325785425066917150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-hint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/325785425066917150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/325785425066917150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-hint.html' title='get the hint.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-CVnDnfJQ6nE/Tl0CDYNH11I/AAAAAAAABRI/x9SfADJ3p5U/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-08-30+at+PM+11.25.42.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4343609010220593827</id><published>2011-08-30T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:14:18.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motherfocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I hope you know how pissed I am at you for treating me this &amp;nbsp;unfairly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;and I'm NEVER crediting you for any shit I do I swear on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;You selfish, biased, two-faced bitch, burn in fucking hell just burn.&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/32499001-4343609010220593827?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4343609010220593827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/motherfocker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4343609010220593827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4343609010220593827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/motherfocker.html' title='motherfocker'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1492586830719828590</id><published>2011-08-22T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:52:07.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0C9eAqpbK6g/TlJ684Vw_XI/AAAAAAAABRE/zui-XTqkb3o/s1600/sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0C9eAqpbK6g/TlJ684Vw_XI/AAAAAAAABRE/zui-XTqkb3o/s1600/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep is definitely out of the question for me now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of unread emails, but nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't visited tumblr in ages, but nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read a tweet in 5 hours, but nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to buy a gelaskin, or blackberry cover, or get my zig markers or book ends or any other things I need, but nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to lose weight and grow tall and become a princess, but nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's more important now.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, work is so important that I'm planning on staying up the entire night to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, on a Monday, with a test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;If everyone else can do it, so I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to sleep until I at least:&lt;br /&gt;Finish my World Lit Essay&lt;br /&gt;Vectors worksheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if possible:&lt;br /&gt;Pecha Kucha&lt;br /&gt;1 section of History IA&lt;br /&gt;History Essays Plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY EASY, SHOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;If I manage to get these done I'm definitely rewarding myself.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, sleep is definitely out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;Eye bags, come hither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1492586830719828590?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1492586830719828590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1492586830719828590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1492586830719828590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-to-do.html' title='things to do'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-0C9eAqpbK6g/TlJ684Vw_XI/AAAAAAAABRE/zui-XTqkb3o/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4840465143418991379</id><published>2011-08-15T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:14:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fyoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;if you're only around when I'm happy,&lt;br /&gt;I will stick to you in your darkest moments.&lt;br /&gt;AND LAUGH AT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn I don't deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I FINALLY have strawberries in the fridge! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-4840465143418991379?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4840465143418991379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/fyoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4840465143418991379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4840465143418991379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/fyoo.html' title='fyoo'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2956220249432037838</id><published>2011-08-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:20:37.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>justin case</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;1. I've decided not to post personal things on this blog anymore because as much as I never intended, my posts can come across as very emotional, depressing and attention-seeking, and that's really not the effect I was going for. Also, I realise that the more I tell the truth, the more people respond or react to me with lies and artificiality. This is a very vicious cycle that I am unable to break out of, and seeing that there are people in this world who can be both a) friends of mine and b) very two-faced, the truth is something I have to be careful with. It's not a matter of "if you can't beat them, join them" because I'm not going to start putting on a fake front. I'm just going to be more cautious about what I say, because there are people who are out to see me fail and as much as I do not enjoy my life right now, human instinct suggests that I fight for my survival, and that is what I shall do. YES, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, AND I DEFINITELY DO NOT APPRECIATE YOUR ACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My pride dictates that I never say this to them in person, but in case anything happens and people read my blog for clues or boredom, I just wanna say that anyone who is related to me by blood means a lot to me. Regardless of how much they attempt to make my life a living hell or make me feel very unloved at times, this dark, masochistic, twisted side of me has so much love for them that cannot be verbally expressed, and that's all I shall say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG_iRtVyJ_s/Tj_uiXPWf0I/AAAAAAAABRA/xMZseMgMrm0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-08+at+PM+10.11.01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG_iRtVyJ_s/Tj_uiXPWf0I/AAAAAAAABRA/xMZseMgMrm0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-08-08+at+PM+10.11.01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my brother (he's the dude on the left). When I was taking a bath just now I had the sudden epiphany to present him the most godawesome birthday gift, in the hopes that the gift will finally unlock his &lt;s&gt;thick&lt;/s&gt; skull and he will use the genius within to do something with his &lt;s&gt;currently bleak&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;(thou shalt judge not) life. If the gift has no effect on him, I have officially failed as a shitbag of a sister and will have no choice but to kill his girlfriend. I'm kidding. I've thought of it though. I'm kidding again. If this plan to wake him up with a birthday present does not succeed, I shall henceforth work my ass off to get a scholarship to study overseas and never come back. Sounds more like it. And while I'm there I will hire a hitman to kill his girlfriend. I'm kidding again. Not. Haha kidding about the not. Not. Okay kidding. I have about 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh holey fugbags someone get me a chainsaw to get rid of all my cellulite already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Since I have a ton of graded school assignments to do, I shall now sort my priorities and start with planning my brother's godawesome birthday gift. &lt;s&gt;I'd rather fail as a student than fail as a sister&lt;/s&gt;. Okay I had better not curse myself that way because I am on huge jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2956220249432037838?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2956220249432037838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/justin-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2956220249432037838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2956220249432037838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/08/justin-case.html' title='justin case'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ZG_iRtVyJ_s/Tj_uiXPWf0I/AAAAAAAABRA/xMZseMgMrm0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-08-08+at+PM+10.11.01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-754789367039317541</id><published>2011-07-26T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:18:12.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoroughly annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-kP9u4eugM/Ti6hTjofQdI/AAAAAAAABQ8/zsqXZmC3EaE/s1600/moustacheme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-kP9u4eugM/Ti6hTjofQdI/AAAAAAAABQ8/zsqXZmC3EaE/s1600/moustacheme.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am very very unsatisfied right now&lt;br /&gt;I just spent over 2 hours reading on material for Murdoch and Geronimo, just to have sufficient information for one slide.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm proud of my focus and all that, but only one slide?!&lt;br /&gt;You would think that this actually amounted to something more&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I know a lot about both situations now, but no one is going to see the depth of my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;It's all going to boil down to how I link it to Ethics&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is I only know the details, I haven't analysed it!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't even know why I read up so much just to give so little.&lt;br /&gt;What I give is really the tip of the iceberg, and the worst thing is I LITERALLY am extremely sincere in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;Every reflection, presentation or essay I've done is a sincere understanding of what I have learned, and the worst thing is the sincerest of people, and the most diligent and willful of people NEVER WIN.&lt;br /&gt;I never win, and I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I have pretty good food at home now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be one fat pig, but at least I enjoy swallowing all the guilt for the ten minutes I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-754789367039317541?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/754789367039317541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/07/thoroughly-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/754789367039317541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/754789367039317541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/07/thoroughly-annoyed.html' title='thoroughly annoyed'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-J-kP9u4eugM/Ti6hTjofQdI/AAAAAAAABQ8/zsqXZmC3EaE/s72-c/moustacheme.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5961891400857840111</id><published>2011-07-16T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:44:08.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter lives.</title><content type='html'>I think sadness hits me late.&lt;br /&gt;About a week?&lt;br /&gt;24 hours after watching and it just struck me that Voldemort has died.&lt;br /&gt;And Harry Potter is 19 years older.&lt;br /&gt;It's odd.&lt;br /&gt;But when it hit me, my body just went absolutely hollow&lt;br /&gt;and I think I just might cry.&lt;br /&gt;Not very likely, since I haven't cried in 3 years, but it's a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for Elsinore.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, good characterisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtPUipP4VHw/TiBuRbqj-7I/AAAAAAAABQ4/TUR-qgg8VCM/s1600/live.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtPUipP4VHw/TiBuRbqj-7I/AAAAAAAABQ4/TUR-qgg8VCM/s1600/live.jpg" /&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/32499001-5961891400857840111?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5961891400857840111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/07/potter-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5961891400857840111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5961891400857840111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/07/potter-lives.html' title='Potter lives.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-JtPUipP4VHw/TiBuRbqj-7I/AAAAAAAABQ4/TUR-qgg8VCM/s72-c/live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2017003154801096253</id><published>2011-07-04T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:26:05.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A86MR7mZXfM/ThHNZxLPIOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d-RFo5ixeJw/s1600/london+reflections.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A86MR7mZXfM/ThHNZxLPIOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d-RFo5ixeJw/s1600/london+reflections.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;WHY CAN'T THINGS JUST GO MY WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2017003154801096253?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2017003154801096253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/07/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2017003154801096253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2017003154801096253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/07/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-A86MR7mZXfM/ThHNZxLPIOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d-RFo5ixeJw/s72-c/london+reflections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6450136200190542121</id><published>2011-06-12T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:44:29.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you god</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zf4jsj5T8Oc/TfOnxz-_K0I/AAAAAAAABQw/sv2Z44bW5n4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-12+at+AM+01.36.24.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zf4jsj5T8Oc/TfOnxz-_K0I/AAAAAAAABQw/sv2Z44bW5n4/s320/Screen+shot+2011-06-12+at+AM+01.36.24.png" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for today.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I didn't give up, and you work in the strangest of ways.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also for the head start, and for holding me back at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm in an emotionally abusive relationship with you and I don't know what to do, but as long as you don't turn your back completely on me I've still got something to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;Keep my family legit, and keep my fats away.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-6450136200190542121?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/6450136200190542121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/thank-you-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6450136200190542121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6450136200190542121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/thank-you-god.html' title='thank you god'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-zf4jsj5T8Oc/TfOnxz-_K0I/AAAAAAAABQw/sv2Z44bW5n4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-06-12+at+AM+01.36.24.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-125865746605952155</id><published>2011-06-10T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:12:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new winds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am partially happy today because today is the last day of my 2-week stay-home-lie-in-bed-and-do-nothing programme which the doctor has ordered, which means starting from tomorrow I can finally be active like a normal human being and start on my new challenge which won't be easy, but I'm confident it will make me happier, which I hope is what everybody wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This holiday has been quite fine so far and I'm praying it gets better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I think one way to make this holiday better would be to get rid of my brother, he doesn't seem to be serving any positive purpose in my life right now. Another is to get rid of physics so I have one huge chunk of work less to worry about. Since both are unfeasible at this point of human techbology, I shall have to make do with 2 idiotic circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyway here's a picture to show the world I am a happy person:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFwYnpqGfA8/TfGmXe4A89I/AAAAAAAABQo/D7vN0I-FXmo/s1600/yay+to+mushu%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFwYnpqGfA8/TfGmXe4A89I/AAAAAAAABQo/D7vN0I-FXmo/s1600/yay+to+mushu%2521.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I love this show, have I mentioned it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So yes, I am a happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&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/32499001-125865746605952155?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/125865746605952155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-winds_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/125865746605952155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/125865746605952155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-winds_10.html' title='new winds.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-rFwYnpqGfA8/TfGmXe4A89I/AAAAAAAABQo/D7vN0I-FXmo/s72-c/yay+to+mushu%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-759937849043178574</id><published>2011-06-10T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:12:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laduritch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;so I've been reading and re-reading my research for the past half an hour and I am so lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I feel like I'm trapped in a sphere and a corner is my only way of escape so I'm just running all over the place trying to find that corner even though I know it's not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I've been sitting at my desk looking over my research, and I'm so tired and I just want to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I think if anyone is bored enough to read this they're gonna think I'm a moron for getting this emotional over my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;trust me, if this didn't mean anything to my future, I wouldn't be reacting like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I would invite you to step into my shoes for a bit, but that's plain cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SKvs5flGGHg/TfGnMPKbdmI/AAAAAAAABQs/RGOMspQz6WY/s1600/laduree.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SKvs5flGGHg/TfGnMPKbdmI/AAAAAAAABQs/RGOMspQz6WY/s1600/laduree.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;gosh I miss London, just take me back. I was there exactly a year ago and I want BACK!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-759937849043178574?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/759937849043178574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/laduritch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/759937849043178574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/759937849043178574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/laduritch.html' title='laduritch'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-SKvs5flGGHg/TfGnMPKbdmI/AAAAAAAABQs/RGOMspQz6WY/s72-c/laduree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1597385774546784352</id><published>2011-06-04T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T11:41:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I hate being me so much I wish my parents regretted ever giving birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;All of my problems are a result of their fucked up genes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. thanks to you, ny life is shit and I wish I had never been born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1597385774546784352?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1597385774546784352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1597385774546784352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1597385774546784352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/die.html' title='die'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5574266210648190307</id><published>2011-06-04T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:33:57.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's taking me a lot of effort to live day by day. I have yet to receive just one piece of good news. &lt;br /&gt;At the moment I wake every cell in my body screams "why am I still alive" but this small part of me squeals "it all changes today!" but at the end I'm still where I started.&lt;br /&gt;I have been actively trying to change my circumstances to no effect. The only thing I haven't actively pursued is suicide. I refuse to play that stupid game.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to hate tomorrow, I can't see any other way to perceive it.&lt;br /&gt;Just denounced a friend, I need the opposite of that douche with me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5574266210648190307?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5574266210648190307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5574266210648190307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5574266210648190307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/06/close.html' title='close.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8320963764805736789</id><published>2011-05-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:05:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Knowing that I'll be waking up early tomorrow to no transport and will have to lug my obese ugly self to meet a bunch of skinny pretty people whom I have had to see every weekday for the past 20 weeks, tomorrow, being the first day of my holiday, is definitely going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it wouldn't suck if my back wasn't hurting or if my right leg wasn't strained or if I were taller and perhaps prettier and smarter, but of course God doesn't want me to win.&lt;br /&gt;God just wants to kill me off but he doesn't want to look like he was being unreasonable so he's making my life so goddamn unbearable and hoping I'll off myself so it'll seem like I gave up instead. I don't know if I should just give the divine being what he wants and seem like the bad guy, or if I should soldier and attempt to beat the odds and suffer for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Between the devil and the deep blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sleep now because I am so convinced that tomorrow is going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;That's been the trend for the past semester no matter how hard I try to be optimistic, so how can tomorrow be any different.&lt;br /&gt;And blogger on blackberry sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8320963764805736789?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8320963764805736789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8320963764805736789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8320963764805736789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/indeed.html' title='indeed.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6599573348474346457</id><published>2011-05-26T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T19:34:08.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;a lot of people hate me. It's okay, I hate myself too. at least we have something in common (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-6599573348474346457?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/6599573348474346457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6599573348474346457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6599573348474346457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-okay.html' title='it&apos;s okay'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-996314484709477570</id><published>2011-05-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:25:02.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cbr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FKGFNKl9Ep0/Tdkp4rCSodI/AAAAAAAABQg/YfC9GUfz9qk/s1600/threelittlebirds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FKGFNKl9Ep0/Tdkp4rCSodI/AAAAAAAABQg/YfC9GUfz9qk/s1600/threelittlebirds.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;three little birds sat on my wonder and they told me I don't need to worry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5eu9yhSD6w/Tdkp9kLt7PI/AAAAAAAABQk/SF14VgOY61c/s1600/double+dutch.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5eu9yhSD6w/Tdkp9kLt7PI/AAAAAAAABQk/SF14VgOY61c/s1600/double+dutch.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;summer came like cinnamon so sweet little girls double dutch on the concrete&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/32499001-996314484709477570?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/996314484709477570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/cbr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/996314484709477570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/996314484709477570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/cbr.html' title='cbr'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-FKGFNKl9Ep0/Tdkp4rCSodI/AAAAAAAABQg/YfC9GUfz9qk/s72-c/threelittlebirds.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5726571653296868419</id><published>2011-05-22T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:02:10.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmhmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hul7mDfTdZQ/TdkJMXQxB6I/AAAAAAAABQc/4Sj1jKQeCNo/s1600/tumblr_llk6b6kmPh1qkrj08o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hul7mDfTdZQ/TdkJMXQxB6I/AAAAAAAABQc/4Sj1jKQeCNo/s1600/tumblr_llk6b6kmPh1qkrj08o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;mmhmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/32499001-5726571653296868419?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5726571653296868419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/mmhmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5726571653296868419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5726571653296868419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/mmhmm.html' title='mmhmm'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Hul7mDfTdZQ/TdkJMXQxB6I/AAAAAAAABQc/4Sj1jKQeCNo/s72-c/tumblr_llk6b6kmPh1qkrj08o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2970825857243554654</id><published>2011-05-22T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:18:42.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAHAHA, what a joke.&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/32499001-2970825857243554654?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2970825857243554654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2970825857243554654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2970825857243554654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/joke.html' title='joke'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-412179671533190165</id><published>2011-05-20T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T12:49:55.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sick sick sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psychologically so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so damaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually on a high right now, and I'm still typing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like whut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these things I don't like about life is SCREAMING in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't list a single on without listing everything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'm not even going to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course there are things that make me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but these happy things just lead to bad things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm quite done with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd give an example, but that would mean I have to list everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'm not even going to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why me, that's not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm awkwardly creeped out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that aside, I really need to get away but I can't&lt;br /&gt;and every time I try to get away I get more suffocated in this mess&lt;br /&gt;and this might sound really overdramatic, but it's not&lt;br /&gt;if you look at me in person I'm really fine, it's just these moments&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/32499001-412179671533190165?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/412179671533190165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/nyeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/412179671533190165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/412179671533190165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/nyeh.html' title='nyeh'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8503904651367932352</id><published>2011-05-15T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:27:22.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hnRU1OAM6o/Tc6s1034ZaI/AAAAAAAABQY/nc-tNhVQ-QI/s1600/cookies%252111.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hnRU1OAM6o/Tc6s1034ZaI/AAAAAAAABQY/nc-tNhVQ-QI/s1600/cookies%252111.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as I think that maybe I can start feeling good about myself, I get slammed.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day in ages I ate cereal from a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;First.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't used a bowl for cereal in more than 9 months, or probably more,&lt;br /&gt;because using a cup would mean that I ate less, and maybe I might lose weight, and then I could become skinny and pretty, but if I ate from a bowl, the carbs would turn into fat and I'd be some butt ugly fatass&lt;br /&gt;which I am, but I'm not butt ugly, just ugly.&lt;br /&gt;And today I ate from a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy, and I definitely hadn't realised how hard it would be until I poured the cornflakes in.&lt;br /&gt;I started with apprehensive spoonfuls and ate with a spoon that was smaller than a teaspoon&lt;br /&gt;because I wasn't sure how I was going to feel about this supposed stupid choice of&lt;br /&gt;eating cereal from a bowl, but slowly it got better&lt;br /&gt;and by the end I also had a second helping&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bad choice, but I wasn't feeling bad, so why not take advantage of it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was the first day I ate what I didn't like simply because I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even in a bad mood, and I only eat what I don't like when I'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I just wait for something nice and likable to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was a carb-filled day, which I wasn't trying to feel bad about,&lt;br /&gt;because I knew that I could just eat more vitamins and fibre tomorrow instead&lt;br /&gt;and exercise when the weather and blisters were better&lt;br /&gt;and I had a sort of movement workshop, and I perspired, so I was doing some work right&lt;br /&gt;and I was craving pandan cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dad tells me I'm disgusting for not eating a proper meal&lt;br /&gt;because I'm loading nothing but rubbish into my body&lt;br /&gt;He's being a tad ridiculous, because he brought me to a very stupid and disappointing place for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;a place in which the menu had NOTHING of any nutritional value. I swear on this.&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm loading rubbish into my body, then WHY DOES THE BLOODY HOUSE HAVE RUBBISH INSTEAD OF NUTRITION&lt;br /&gt;or, why does he get to eat his junk food like CHOCOLATE CAKE and TURKISH DELIGHT and HAW FLAKES while I can't eat BREAD or CHEESE or CEREAL or MILK in this house&lt;br /&gt;Please, walk your talk, or stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, the most unhealthy thing I ate today was the chocolate cake which he said was really good and that I really had to try&lt;br /&gt;it was good, but I don't think I would have eaten it if he hadn't mentioned it&lt;br /&gt;and I think the food I ate can be considered breakfast, like cereal, cheese, bread, kaya, coffee, milk etc.&lt;br /&gt;I ate grapes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time in 6 months I didn't feel like killing myself for eating more than 800 calories&lt;br /&gt;and my dad ruined it&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you to do it dad, I have enough skinny lucky perfect people in my school blessed with good genes (which you have none of) to make me want to kill myself every single day&lt;br /&gt;and just as I decide that I'm gonna put being skinny (which you told me was NEVER gonna happen) aside so that I can grow taller, you ruin it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;anyway he's succeeded in making me hate myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and that's thrown me entirely off my good energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;so I don't know if I'm going to regret today when I wake up tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;or if I'm going to be even worse and kill myself with carbo overload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only tomorrow can determine how strong I am&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't let me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8503904651367932352?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8503904651367932352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/eat-to-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8503904651367932352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8503904651367932352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/eat-to-death.html' title='eat to death'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-1hnRU1OAM6o/Tc6s1034ZaI/AAAAAAAABQY/nc-tNhVQ-QI/s72-c/cookies%252111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8882685778314022929</id><published>2011-05-14T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:49:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cillit bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I might disagree with this post in future but right now I'm pretty pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The student shows some initiative and perseverance in meeting the specific requirements..."&lt;br /&gt;HOW FUCKING DARE SHE.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream in her face and rip her papers apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's more but I'm too worked up to type and everything's just stomping around in my head and sneering at me and yelling "told you you weren't good enough, told you you were a failure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is I can't tell anybody this because I can't even come to terms with how humiliating this is,&lt;br /&gt;and if I were to tell somebody, I might end up screaming in their faces and ripping their papers apart&lt;br /&gt;and nobody deserves this.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody except that damned bitch who dared to say that about me after feeding me all her effing lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now all I can think of-- yes, I'm literally thinking of it-- is holding a revolver at my neck and pulling the trigger. I can even imagine how it feels like, having that metal press against the thin skin just below my jaw, with my index touching the trigger but not exactly curling around it because my fingers are too short, and my thumb gripping the handle. And I swear I can hear the spring when I load the bullet, and all I'm waiting for now is for the courage to pull the damn trigger. I'm stalling time by twisting my wrist here and there to see which angle makes the revolver feel most comfortable at my neck.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this for weeks, but right now, this image is vivid as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a coward. The only reason why I'm still alive is because I'm not brave enough to say "fuck this shit I'm outta here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8882685778314022929?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8882685778314022929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/cillit-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8882685778314022929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8882685778314022929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/cillit-bang.html' title='cillit bang'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-3807621101297734394</id><published>2011-05-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:32:07.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I think my body is a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;I say "my body" not "I" because it's the subconscious part of me, the part that my mind doesn't control, which is the fighter.&lt;br /&gt;I say this because I realise that just as everybody stops believing in me, instead of giving up, I'm still going on.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, as in every single living human, including me.&lt;br /&gt;Even I don't have faith in myself and I'm still going&lt;br /&gt;Some people say one can't live without hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'M PROVING THEM WRONG AT THIS VERY SECOND.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard a sincere form of encouragement in ages&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not listening. Then again, when your mind shuts down and stops hoping, what's the point in listening&lt;br /&gt;But back to the point, I haven't heard anything positive directed at me in ages&lt;br /&gt;besides shallow comments and hollow compliments&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember ever having anyone look me in the eye within the past few years&lt;br /&gt;and tell me something that is both positive and sincere. The last person was Grace.&lt;br /&gt;That was a year ago, but she's a psychologist so she might have been cheating me, I never know would I.&lt;br /&gt;But even with no hint of positivity and the world's share of negativity on me, my body isn't giving up.&lt;br /&gt;My mind has already said "screw this", but I'm quite sure my body is refusing to listen, and it's just moving and moving and moving and fighting and fighting and fighting and it's not winning&lt;br /&gt;it definitely isn't winning, but it's not really losing either.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it fighting, and my mind is just too beaten to join in&lt;br /&gt;My body is doing all the work, fighting against all the negativity on its own.&lt;br /&gt;My mind won't stop screaming "what's the point" but my body hasn't screamed anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's just marching and marching, uphill, of course, but marching nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;and it's carrying this huge load&lt;br /&gt;this huge load of negativity, of failure, of everything the world has put on me&lt;br /&gt;It's like Hercules carrying the Globe.&lt;br /&gt;It's just carrying the weight on its shoulders and marching uphill&lt;br /&gt;and every time it manages to get rid of some negativity, more immediately spring up and cling even harder.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going to lose&lt;br /&gt;but that's just my mind speaking.&lt;br /&gt;My body is moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-3807621101297734394?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/3807621101297734394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/fighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3807621101297734394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3807621101297734394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/fighter.html' title='fighter'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2642539609291506589</id><published>2011-05-08T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:53:16.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;so screw mRI.&lt;br /&gt;Take a bath, watch a movie, then get back to mRI.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;After all, if no one gives me marks for always giving 100%,&lt;br /&gt;I think I deserve to reward myself after putting in 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll become a failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;haha wait I already am, whaddup!&lt;br /&gt;but hey, suicide is just a pen knife away,&lt;br /&gt;but why kill yourself when you can just flip the world off and watch a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say do that.&lt;br /&gt;Live as a failure and die whenever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;After all, if no one gives me marks for always giving 100%,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I think I deserve to reward myself after putting in 80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&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/32499001-2642539609291506589?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2642539609291506589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2642539609291506589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2642539609291506589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/good.html' title='good.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7511916128018922496</id><published>2011-05-08T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T03:51:19.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty darn good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;stupid me ate too much.&lt;br /&gt;my fault, of course.&lt;br /&gt;anyways I might be digging my own grave but I think I did pretty well by doing 9 pages of mRI so I think I should reward myself by watching a show.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at this time of night.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope my remaining 1500 - 2000 words will be really good.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I really hope my future turns out well, and that the end justifies the means.&lt;br /&gt;if I get famous, I have a pretty darn good autobiography coming along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7511916128018922496?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7511916128018922496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/pretty-darn-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7511916128018922496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7511916128018922496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/pretty-darn-good.html' title='pretty darn good.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8128945758814652754</id><published>2011-05-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T14:06:56.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_dHXYAdd28/TcTfhA4-1_I/AAAAAAAABQU/WPzP_C8Tfy4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-07+at+PM+01.58.03.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_dHXYAdd28/TcTfhA4-1_I/AAAAAAAABQU/WPzP_C8Tfy4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-07+at+PM+01.58.03.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;JUST. LIKE. ME.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I just want to curl up into my bed and sleep and never wake up right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I can't bring myself to do mRI. All I do is stare at my research and immediately I feel my chest tightening and my temples hurting and something like tears welling up in my eyes. What's the point of even doing it when I know I'm not even going to do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;It's like a cancer patient carrying on with chemotherapy even in the fourth stage of her illness. What's the point. What's the point when she's gonna die in 2 weeks, and the chemotherapy is going to put her through so much more pain and when the anesthesia doesn't even work anymore. What's the goddamn point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;It's not like I haven't been trying my hardest, I daresay nobody else in the whole class churned up 50 pages of personally typed out research and stay up until 3 doing it while the rest of the world sleeps. Or goes for an MGMT or Maroon 5 concert. Whatever the fugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Honestly, what's the goddamn point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why am I even saying this when I'm still going to do it anyway. I suffer from student's guilt, and my stupid personality refuses to give up even when it's a lost cause. I'm a captain who insists on sinking with her ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I think the next 3 days are going to be one of the most painful days of my IB life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The worst thing is nobody can get me out of this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8128945758814652754?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8128945758814652754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8128945758814652754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8128945758814652754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/bed.html' title='bed'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-o_dHXYAdd28/TcTfhA4-1_I/AAAAAAAABQU/WPzP_C8Tfy4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-05-07+at+PM+01.58.03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-423524771058018757</id><published>2011-05-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:23:28.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not fair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_bkKLyeuqI/Tb6u-yctJ0I/AAAAAAAABQQ/K7OMjBhzOoo/s1600/funn.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_bkKLyeuqI/Tb6u-yctJ0I/AAAAAAAABQQ/K7OMjBhzOoo/s1600/funn.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man this isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I hate dilemmas&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache from studying and have this sickening feeling that nothing is going in my head even though I've been discussing and rereading and annotating and editing&lt;br /&gt;it's like I wasted my entire afternoon doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and I want to eat, but I'm gonna feel so guilty for eating&lt;br /&gt;because I feel like I haven't done anything the entire day&lt;br /&gt;and people who don't think don't deserve to eat&lt;br /&gt;and I ate a lot earlier today so I'm really pushing it&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting on weight and nobody wants that no no&lt;br /&gt;but if I don't eat I might screw my metabolism up&lt;br /&gt;and I've been around this weight range for the past 3 years anyway so eating shouldn't make a difference&lt;br /&gt;but argh I'm gonna feel so guilty&lt;br /&gt;and what if I don't eat then I'll be hungry during tomorrow's paper and can't focus&lt;br /&gt;but maybe I don't need food to focus I just need sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to exercise, but I'm really tired now&lt;br /&gt;because I've been doing history the entire day&lt;br /&gt;which sucks because it feels like nothing went into my head&lt;br /&gt;and I have a slight headache and my neck kinda hurts&lt;br /&gt;but argh my legs are so gross I need to run&lt;br /&gt;and I'm probably not pushing myself enough&lt;br /&gt;but omg if I exercise I'm gonna eat after that and I'll feel guilty all over again&lt;br /&gt;it's like I might as well don't exercise in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired but I'm too guilty to sleep&lt;br /&gt;because I feel like I haven't done anything productive&lt;br /&gt;so I shouldn't be resting&lt;br /&gt;but my head hurts&lt;br /&gt;then again if I sleep it'll be as if I wasted the opportunity to exercise&lt;br /&gt;and what if I wake up hungry tomorrow, then my stomach will embarrass me during the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh dilemma dilemma dilemma this isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I make the effort to study and I take care of my health&lt;br /&gt;I pay attention in class and do my homework&lt;br /&gt;and I eat fruits and veggies and nutritious goodness&lt;br /&gt;so I shouldn't be this size and this stupid&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting something out of all this work&lt;br /&gt;but then again it's my fault I'm in this state because I'm a pig.&lt;br /&gt;and pigs are fat and ugly and stupid and make the wrong choices forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it some people can not study and do well&lt;br /&gt;or eat so much and stay skinny&lt;br /&gt;or simply not try and succeed in everything&lt;br /&gt;not fair&lt;br /&gt;not fair&lt;br /&gt;God if this is punishment for not going to church,&lt;br /&gt;I think the non-believers should get a share of this punishment as well&lt;br /&gt;so why are they getting all the goodness in life&lt;br /&gt;while I take this alone, not fair at all ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way my parents are being very nice to me&lt;br /&gt;my mom has been buying me loads of bread because she knows I like bread&lt;br /&gt;and it's the only form of carbohydrate I will eat because it is so awesome&lt;br /&gt;but I hate the fact that I'm eating bread (even though I love it)&lt;br /&gt;and I don't have the heart to tell her that I don't want her to buy bread for me&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna think I'm some ungrateful kids with body issues&lt;br /&gt;and then she'll tell the entire world and argjargj arg aeg&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to come up with reasons to have her stop buying bread like&lt;br /&gt;"meh this is too sweet" or "this bread has no walnuts, why is it called walnut bread" or "I can't eat this the butter tastes super weird" or "okay this smells weird" or "let her eat it if she wants" or "ya this is really good you want some!" and then immediately after "okay overdose I feel sick"&lt;br /&gt;but it's really hard to be convincing when you're me and love bread so much&lt;br /&gt;that every time you look at that carb-filled food your eyes literally glisten with joy&lt;br /&gt;yes I like bread so much I actually laugh like an idiot eating it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please make me like zero-calorie foods and hate anything bad for me&lt;br /&gt;or alternatively, let whatever I eat translate into HEIGHT and not fats.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that would be ideal tyvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-423524771058018757?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/423524771058018757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/423524771058018757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/423524771058018757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-fair.html' title='not fair!'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-V_bkKLyeuqI/Tb6u-yctJ0I/AAAAAAAABQQ/K7OMjBhzOoo/s72-c/funn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7321422861698456855</id><published>2011-04-30T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:04:49.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zlxB9zGH8GU" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7321422861698456855?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7321422861698456855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7321422861698456855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7321422861698456855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-this-song.html' title='love this song.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/zlxB9zGH8GU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1459390569371333299</id><published>2011-04-30T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:07:43.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;I might be grateful for the opportunity to study theatre in SOTA,&lt;br /&gt;but if I ever make it to wherever I want to be, don't expect me to mention any of my institutions once.&lt;br /&gt;because as much as education has taught me, that's all they did for me, while they gave every bloody person scholarship opportunities and auditions and interviews and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting for opportunities since I entered this school, and at the end of the day, I fought for every single credit I got alone. No help, no support, no faith.&lt;br /&gt;I FOUGHT MY WAY THROUGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1459390569371333299?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1459390569371333299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-another-note-i-might-be-grateful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1459390569371333299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1459390569371333299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-another-note-i-might-be-grateful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6033198058469043433</id><published>2011-04-29T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:59:50.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIryXQ1lV0Q/TbrgWBELXQI/AAAAAAAABQM/UEguVY63c9U/s1600/St+Petersburg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIryXQ1lV0Q/TbrgWBELXQI/AAAAAAAABQM/UEguVY63c9U/s1600/St+Petersburg.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I want my family to be overseas without me during the entire mid-year vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Not because I hate them, but because I really need to get my life back on track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and believe it or not, they're getting in my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Everything I do, my family assumes it's a cry for attention and they're putting me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't eat something, and they think that I want the entire fricking world to know that I think I'm fat and they fricking broadcast it. Like dude seriously, I never once said anything along those lines, I just don't want to eat shitty food. And then everyone who comes to me is so obliged to say "no you're not fat blah blah blah" dude seriously I didn't ask for your opinion so why don't you just leave me alone huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and I feel so obliged to do stuff with my family (not that I don't want to) but because they're there I have to make the most of it before they slip away and then it's my fault, like 'oh well we were always around but you didn't wanna hang with us so we don't love you anymore' kind of thing. I'd rather they just stay in another country without me, so I can say 'oh well you were always away so it's too bad that you don't love me' that kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And they give me the most shit for every little thing I do, and I get so annoyed, then I binge eat, then they tell me that I'm getting fatter (and note that in the previous point they were giving me shit regardless of my size anyway) and I get annoyed and binge eat even more and it's one huge ass cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yeah I suppose I could choose not to binge eat, then they fricking tell everybody that I have body issues (see previous point) like I seriously can't win, so I just need them out of my life-- not permanently, but for at least one month so that I can do what I want and not have them limit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And it's not like I'm taking drugs or harming myself or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm gonna be using this time to study and get myself back in shape and possibly build up on my esteem and willpower (both, which, by the way, they destroyed a long while back) and maybe try to be grateful for their presence so when they get back times just might be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;On a separate note, I'm one pathetic little kid. I think I'm this natural people repeller, like no matter how I look, or how I behave, or how I think, or how I anything (and I have undergone quite drastic changes) people simply kinda hate me, or they just don't like being near me or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Which is extremely sad, because I'm a people-person, and the one thing that keeps me alive is human contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I know this is extremely contradictory from the point about my family, but it's actually quite different. For one thing, friends are the people who are taking the same exams, going to the same classes, listening to the same songs etc. In a way everyone's going through the same thing, except that their lives are pretty amazing and mine is just... shit. And well, my family seriously can't relate to me the way my friends can. The other day my dad looked at my uniform and thought it was a new shirt, I'm just like wtf? and my mom still doesn't know my subject combination, dude this is just crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh and uh, my family is never proud of me. The last time they put "Vick" and "proud of you" in the same sentence was in 2007 (yes I'm so pathetic I actually remember) and it was because I was accepted into SOTA (which, ironically is the reason why they haven't felt any sense of pride for being related to me ever since). Yes. And maybe when they're away I could do something with myself to make them proud (hurhur bite me, but hey I have the right to delude myself) and even if they don't, at least I will feel proud of myself for getting my life back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Really, I can't have stupid distractions from the family like them gossipping about me or insulting me directly or just blatantly not supporting me in everything I do. I know what I'm doing, I'm NOT harming myself in any way, I HAVE calculated the pros and cons, and if they don't trust me, the least they can do is to go on a wonderful holiday for a month and leave me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You know how celebrities have the paparazzi out to destroy them every single second?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Well at least they have friends and family to back them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For me, my family is my effin' paparazzi and my friends-- well, haha, I don't know any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I'm not being melodramatic with the "I don't have any friends people hate me" kind of hollow remark. Step into my shoes and you'll really see: I don't have friends, and people HATE me.&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/32499001-6033198058469043433?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/6033198058469043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6033198058469043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6033198058469043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-TIryXQ1lV0Q/TbrgWBELXQI/AAAAAAAABQM/UEguVY63c9U/s72-c/St+Petersburg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1076164843278205101</id><published>2011-04-16T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:49:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I really don't know what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too emotionally distraught to do my homework&lt;br /&gt;and too guilty to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't focus on my work so what's the point of doing it&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point of going out if I have nothing to buy&lt;br /&gt;and my feet has blisters so I can't exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't exercise I won't lose weight,&lt;br /&gt;even if I do exercise I won't lose weight but at least I won't hate myself for eating.&lt;br /&gt;If I do my work I will feel guilty for not exercising&lt;br /&gt;and work makes me hungry so I'll eat more&lt;br /&gt;and since I'm already so emotionally affected I just might binge eat&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what I've been doing today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to go out for nothing&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why I will go out is for exercise&lt;br /&gt;but I can't, so going out will be like a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh I hate dilemmas like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1076164843278205101?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1076164843278205101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-really-dont-know-what-to-do-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1076164843278205101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1076164843278205101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-really-dont-know-what-to-do-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4884626478249122789</id><published>2011-04-04T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T01:06:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;first time blogging from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways imstuck in this stupid cycle which have to get out of&lt;br /&gt;Everytime feel like I might have a shot at getting somewhere in life something comes along and screws it up&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say I'd rather live someone else's life right now.&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing is I never thought something like this will ever happen to me &amp;nbsp;but I suppose it was only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a substitute.&lt;br /&gt;People don't stick with me because they want to, it's because they would rather do it than something else, or be alone, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And I get no respect everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;And whatever I do, no matter how hard try I'm destined to fail&lt;br /&gt;Or ill never get recognition.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm surrounded by people who either don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;Or want to see me fail&lt;br /&gt;Because it makes them feel good or whatever, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good happens and everyone wants to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;And I would be fine with it except for the fact that it only happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets encouragement or compliments and I get insulted or attacked or put down and it isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I know life isn't fair, but I feel like I'm always on the unfair end of the deal and it's really something I feel I don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone reading this is gonna say I"m a weakling or something along those lines&lt;br /&gt;But I'm definitely a lot stronger than you think.&lt;br /&gt;If you were in my shoes you won't last this long.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I am hit by some muscle degenerating disease and it's a long painful process that nobody will notice until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll graduate alone&lt;br /&gt;And go to college alone&lt;br /&gt;And get a job alone&lt;br /&gt;And live alone&lt;br /&gt;And die alone&lt;br /&gt;Not only physically alone&lt;br /&gt;But in the sense that no one is going to support me&lt;br /&gt;Hah, if I manage to graduate in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely am not self centered.&lt;br /&gt;I do stick with people when their goings get tough&lt;br /&gt;And they're fine now&lt;br /&gt;And therefore I'm of no more use for them&lt;br /&gt;And they chuck me aside&lt;br /&gt;And now my going is getting tough&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna have to do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of dying if I go to heaven alone&lt;br /&gt;And go through eternity alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stuck in this world with everything against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-4884626478249122789?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4884626478249122789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-time-blogging-from-my-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4884626478249122789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4884626478249122789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-time-blogging-from-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2254716707064974633</id><published>2011-03-27T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:52:22.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw this shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I hate homework and I have to stop putting negative things on tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;I think what makes me different from others in terms of handling conflict is that I forget, but I never forgive, while others either forgive and forget or forgive but don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have a lot of grudges inside me, and because I forget the incidents it doesn't bug me, but once I remember that it happened, I feel so much hatred well up inside me I literally feel like I'm being dragged down a pothole and I'm struggling for the life of me to stay above the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that aside, I'm really too lazy to blog unless if it's a vlog, and I don't have enough privacy in this house to vlog without being labelled a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know who I'm typing this to. Myself? Or an imaginary audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh back to homework, I don't even have time to sleep anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2254716707064974633?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2254716707064974633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/03/screw-this-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2254716707064974633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2254716707064974633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/03/screw-this-shit.html' title='screw this shit'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-9121676466956102731</id><published>2011-03-15T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:37:25.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XLsrRoPaoIQ/TX89r8lq7MI/AAAAAAAABQI/PLAZDqm2ajQ/s1600/crossroad.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XLsrRoPaoIQ/TX89r8lq7MI/AAAAAAAABQI/PLAZDqm2ajQ/s1600/crossroad.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is where I am now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;'m just at this stage in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;where I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And it's not the "should I study theatre or law" kind of stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;it's a "do I want to carry on or not" stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Right now, at this very moment, there are thoughts swimming in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;like mad piranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;but I'm not anxious or anything, I'm eerily calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and I'm trying to decide between whether to die or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And this isn't meant to be attention seeking. If it was I'd tell the world to read my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;or say it to people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm just putting it here so if I die and someone happens to be here at least someone knows that it wasn't depression or stress or exhaustion or loneliness or pain that killed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;It's a loss of purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I want you to know that we can't live without purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I've lived through almost everything, but this lack of purpose inside me, this apathy for life, I've never felt anything like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;It's unexpectedly calming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Quite a strange feeling, but it feels good at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm not worried about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And I know I've lost purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;because I go home, and I eat, and I don't feel bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and I look at myself, and I know I'm hideous, but funny though it isn't depressing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and I weigh myself and I'm too heavy for my height. or lack thereof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;But I'm not sad anymore, I've reached this state where I have no more feeling towards anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and I see all the homework I have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Usually I'm anxious, but right now I'm thinking, "no point in doing homework now, is there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;or no point in doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I've lost purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Maybe it's because I'm tired, I haven't slept for more than 5 hours day the past month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;so after a good sleep I might wake up and hate myself and maybe attempt to do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;but right now, if I were to die right now, I don't think it's a bad idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;It's not that I'm giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;or that I'm sick of life, or it's too tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I just realise that I don't like life that much, and I won't be liking it for a long while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;so no point carrying on, just cut to the chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;There are reasons why I'm not killing myself, of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;One thing is because I'm tired so I'm probably not thinking right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;it's the first time I've been so welcome to the idea of dying, so something might not be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Another is that I don't really want to die alone, that's just pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and the third is all the money and time spent into education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;dying now is such a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm not going to actively kill myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;But if anything fatal happens, I'm not going to live either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;There's a myth that patients with more willpower live longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;They fight for survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Well I'm not fighting now, I'm extremely passive. My comatose body won't be struggling that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Maybe I'll change my mind. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm just gonna see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-9121676466956102731?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/9121676466956102731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/03/crossroad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/9121676466956102731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/9121676466956102731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/03/crossroad.html' title='crossroad'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XLsrRoPaoIQ/TX89r8lq7MI/AAAAAAAABQI/PLAZDqm2ajQ/s72-c/crossroad.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-260561391331267404</id><published>2011-03-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:47:16.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wBrsxJEPTZU/TXpRr25DYQI/AAAAAAAABQE/F-GpfxONrFQ/s1600/ahhhhhhfrance.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wBrsxJEPTZU/TXpRr25DYQI/AAAAAAAABQE/F-GpfxONrFQ/s1600/ahhhhhhfrance.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should start a vlog.&lt;br /&gt;For one thing I can do my homework and rant at the same time&lt;br /&gt;and typing everything I feel is the equivalent of writing a novel.&lt;br /&gt;And all the thoughts in my head is too messy to be written anyways.&lt;br /&gt;But argh, I don't have my own room,&lt;br /&gt;therefore I suffer in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna not have a life now,&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-260561391331267404?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wBrsxJEPTZU/TXpRr25DYQI/AAAAAAAABQE/F-GpfxONrFQ/s72-c/ahhhhhhfrance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7049380107324214772</id><published>2011-03-02T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:47:11.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--Y_5A1_NC9A/TW5YJo_RBkI/AAAAAAAABP8/40H2aQJNrb4/s1600/standing+on+a+clifftop.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--Y_5A1_NC9A/TW5YJo_RBkI/AAAAAAAABP8/40H2aQJNrb4/s1600/standing+on+a+clifftop.bmp" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;how long since I came here, I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't think anyone I know reads this anymore, which is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I can say anything I want and no one I know will get offended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Been feeling like shit for a while because my weight just keeps increasing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and I sure as hell am not pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and I can't seem to run without getting blisters anymore so fml I need a gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and a private gym so no one can laugh at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't know the situation with my schoolwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't think I'm doing too well, everyone seems to be doing fine except me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I think everyone thinks the same way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;no idea, but whatever it is, I wasn't prepared for the IB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;thing is I'm having fun in the IB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;as stressful as it is to everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I think the IB is only stressful because our prioritization sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Like I've got loads of work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but then I just do it and do it and forgo my social life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and I get sleep, and less work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The past few weeks I've been sleeping less which I attribute to lazing and loads of time wasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;so if the IB gets tough there really isn't anyone to blame but me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Of course when I have time I can always be revising something to improve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but I'm in a very slacker phase now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Maybe because I'm feeling like shit about my body so I spend hours moping about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and not getting anything done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;not even exercise because the sun hasn't set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and no work because after you come home from school the last thing you can do is work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm quite lucky, despite being all alone in this course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I have friends who still approach me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;they haven't given up on my antisocialism yet which I'm extremely grateful for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If there's one thing we need to get through this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;it's friends to egg you on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I'm so envious of all the people I see who always seem to have people around them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and they're happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and they get stressed but they manage to pull through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and are still happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Even though I haven't lost all my friends yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm feeling more alone than ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;mostly because of my perspective and working strategy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but also because I know it's only a matter of time before everything falls apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;no one should be stressed about the IB now;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;it's only the beginning and it only gets harder from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm not saying I'm not stressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm worried like anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm worried for my future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;everyone seems to have a better life than I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I blame it primarily on how I look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;like really, tall skinny beautiful people have less problems than I do let's face it yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but that aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm not getting any support for wanting to achieve my ideal body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I get shot down easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I work hard and others still do better even though they leave things to the last minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;it &amp;nbsp;just destroys my morale day by day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm just too proud to hurt myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and I sure as hell don't want to die now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;so the only way out is through, which is what I'm gonna do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't want to just pull through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I want to shoot through this tunnel like a rocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and out to stardom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Success, more like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't know what I want to be anymore, SOTA has a way of making you doubt yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and making you feel like you're worth nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hell it seems like the whole cohort got to audition for Rambert except me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and that pisses me off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;what gives the school the right to give others an edge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and really if they had so much pride in us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;why do they only choose the same people for everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't remember the last time I was given a leadership opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;or anyone else for that matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and yes I know one needs initiative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but if one needs initiative, why are others GIVEN the jobs not INITIATING them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This school is just one messed up conspiracy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I can't wait to get out of here and do whatever I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;that might kill me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but right now everything seems better than being in a school that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;despite encouraging being who you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;JUDGES you for the very same reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;this school will not define how well I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;this school will not define how good I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;this school will not definte WHO I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and this school, for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;this sickening place of a school will not define how much I'm worth in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sure I've enjoyed this place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but once I'm out of here, I'm out of here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;there's no looking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and I'm gonna be so phenomenal on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;they're gonna wish they actually valued me more while I studied in this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Back to reality now.&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/32499001-7049380107324214772?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7049380107324214772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/03/meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7049380107324214772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7049380107324214772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/03/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--Y_5A1_NC9A/TW5YJo_RBkI/AAAAAAAABP8/40H2aQJNrb4/s72-c/standing+on+a+clifftop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6369503349795014160</id><published>2011-01-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:50:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I height you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;sometimes I wish I could turn this into a video log but I think if my mom heard me speaking to myself she's think I was madder than she already thinks I am.&lt;div&gt;I think the because problem in my life is my height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the IB and social politics and everything, I think the biggest problem lies with my height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My height affects me so much that I realise I have never once felt on top of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I always feel lost and unacknowledged because I'm shadowed by tall people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it feels like crap, because being so close to the ground, I get the feeling that something is dragging me to the centre of the Earth, something that isn't gravity, and it's really crazy because I'm trying trying trying to be straight and be tall and feel like I deserve a space in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get nightmares because of my height, I feel that I'm so short that even if I were to disappear off the face of this world no one would realise because even now they can't see me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know if this really is the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's so much stress in being short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry about the load of my bag, I wonder if my growth is stunted because of the load I carry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry about my future, because given my meagre mattributes I don't see how I can survive in the real world without any height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and really, with all the tall people in the world, who's gonna cast a short dwarf as a lead anyway if they have someone taller and definitely skinnier and prettier to do the job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry about what I eat; maybe I'm not growing upwards because I'm eating the wrong food, or eating too much, or not eating enough, and what really is enough anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry about my width, because being so short, you always look like a stump unless you're dead ass skinny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry about how people view me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't take a dwarf seriously no one can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one takes me seriously and in school it's fine but what if I start working (if I get work) and no one is listening to what I'm really saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respect as well. it's so hard to earn respect from people who look down at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least it's not on me, not yet. but it's so much easier to give the "wtv" face to someone short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screw being skinny, screw looking gorgeous, screw being a genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I'm tall, I'm invincible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/32499001-6369503349795014160?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8749566767698808724</id><published>2011-01-30T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:38:27.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8749566767698808724?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8749566767698808724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-what-to-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8749566767698808724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8749566767698808724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-what-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8829839191919286632</id><published>2011-01-19T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:21:46.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a whole bunch of WHYs.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TTbU_E-kaaI/AAAAAAAABP0/n-w0KUBC_dM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-19+at+PM+08.11.14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TTbU_E-kaaI/AAAAAAAABP0/n-w0KUBC_dM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-19+at+PM+08.11.14.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Dear invisible force,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I shaped like a pear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY is my home internet so funky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I seem to concentrate on History right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY do I always get headaches on Wednesday afternoons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY is it so hard for me to find something healthy but nice to eat at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY are my friends treating me this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I so bothered by it when I said I was expecting it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY do I want to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I always in the middle with no outcome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I log into Edulearn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I get a decent RQ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I too lazy to jog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I asking you that when I already know the answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY is my battery always running out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY don't we have more time in a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY don't we have less work if we have more time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I asking you this when I know it's all about prioritizing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I be pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I be skinny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY do I still stay in this stupid circle of events when I don't want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY do I care if she's bloody sensitive when I don't care if other people are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I follow my awesome advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I not a milionaire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY are no cornflakes 0.1g fat and 1g carbs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY did you cheat me on cornflakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't my mom just live healthy and screw all junk food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I find a nice pretty dress for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY do I have such ugly knees and elbows even though I moisturize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY do I have to study math?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't I have more willpower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I not as smart as everyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I not as tall as everyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't the cafeteria sell good healthy food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY must the world deep-fry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY can't Artsaurus get some healthy snacks in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY didn't I learn dance when I had the chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY did I start sucking in mother tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY must we learn stupid physics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY must I have a weirdly shaped face that makes me look ugly in all hairstyles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY must I have such a huge pigeon chest that makes me look weird in all clothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY must I have bigger thighs than hips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;WHY am I shaped like a pear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8829839191919286632?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8829839191919286632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8829839191919286632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8829839191919286632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TTbU_E-kaaI/AAAAAAAABP0/n-w0KUBC_dM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-01-19+at+PM+08.11.14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-500421031129833724</id><published>2011-01-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:50:08.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh lord oh lard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TTW2f9LDhHI/AAAAAAAABPw/meAdYsHvk6E/s1600/we+there.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TTW2f9LDhHI/AAAAAAAABPw/meAdYsHvk6E/s1600/we+there.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmm. choices choices choices.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I hate myself right now because I'm made up for chunks of lard attached to bones that are so brittle they can't carry my lardy weight and my schoolbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I can't sit down without feeling like cutting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;not the mutilation kind, but the surgical kind, liposuction and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I don't see how anyone can love such a thing like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Or maybe they do because I make everyone else look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I'm throwing opportunities away whether I can help it or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;and even those that I can help, I'm doing nothing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;You're such a stupid girl, Vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I'm so disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Fat people like you are too heavy for heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;See you in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-500421031129833724?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/500421031129833724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-lord-oh-lard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/500421031129833724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/500421031129833724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-lord-oh-lard.html' title='oh lord oh lard.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TTW2f9LDhHI/AAAAAAAABPw/meAdYsHvk6E/s72-c/we+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8397726698556135321</id><published>2011-01-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:21:20.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greatttt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i survived the first week of school fyeah!!! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSiHKRJ9dBI/AAAAAAAABPs/Z7gJOPGmrxA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-08+at+PM+11.47.31.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSiHKRJ9dBI/AAAAAAAABPs/Z7gJOPGmrxA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-08+at+PM+11.47.31.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wonder why some people are so bloody famous for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Or even worse, for the very same reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion bloggers, how the hell did they get so famous?!&lt;br /&gt;And the Singapore bloggers as well, how did they get so famous?&lt;br /&gt;By blogging about their lives?&lt;br /&gt;Well what makes their lives so bloody amazing compared to us, how did they manage to escape our boring system and have so much fun, or maybe they manage to play so well within boundaries that it makes their blogs so much more interesting than yours. Or their lives more enjoyable?&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird isn't it, how people manage to get famous for nothing, because a bunch of humans are willing to spend a few minutes of their day reading about what he or she did that day and commenting on it, whether they even know the blogger or not.&lt;br /&gt;If you really think about it, there isn't much to their blogs. The only reason why their lives are so amazing is because they have so many opportunities which, without their audience, would not be possible.&lt;br /&gt;We empower these bloggers. Let's say if everyone stopped reading Xiaxue's blog for a month.&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;She has ZERO views for a month.&lt;br /&gt;How great is she now? She definitely would not be considered a famous blogger, she'd just be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're assuming so, I don't hate Xiaxue, and I don't read her blog regularly either.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's extremely amazing that she manages to get so many views, and a few minutes ago when I read her blog to figure out why, well, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Her first post wasn't something huge like "WOOHOO just got signed on by Hollywood!" or anything like that, it was about her A'levels. Very ordinary. It was in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;By 2004 she was getting hate mail. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;And as the years go by her posts decrease and the viewership increases and she starts getting paid because others read her blog. Others are willing to read about a text message exchange between her and her friend, or her friend ditching her, or how her little birthday went.&lt;br /&gt;Of course her posts are extremely entertaining now,&lt;br /&gt;but how did she get her viewers?&lt;br /&gt;Because she writes about her life the way thousands write about theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird how the world spins around certain people.&lt;br /&gt;it's like the CHI in all the universe swirling around that lucky person.&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you have NO text messages and then all of a sudden you get like 15 messages for different reasons, and it's a very ordinary day not your birthday or CNY or sth?&lt;br /&gt;That's like CHI flowing around you.&lt;br /&gt;And for these lucky people, they have LOADS of CHI.&lt;br /&gt;Because they definitely didn't work hard to get where they are. They just... did.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH CHI please flow around me, not for my blog of course that's so unimportant compared to other aspects of my life. Flow around my BANK ACCOUNT tyvm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I survived the first week of school so yay me&lt;br /&gt;God please give me strength to survive the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8397726698556135321?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8397726698556135321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/greatttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8397726698556135321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8397726698556135321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/greatttt.html' title='greatttt.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSiHKRJ9dBI/AAAAAAAABPs/Z7gJOPGmrxA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-01-08+at+PM+11.47.31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2359715379626465588</id><published>2011-01-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:44:21.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fmd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;is it possible not to hate myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSXFet-8a_I/AAAAAAAABPo/PLizh2OYQ58/s1600/spongeberry.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSXFet-8a_I/AAAAAAAABPo/PLizh2OYQ58/s1600/spongeberry.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;When school starts my life just starts being a shithole because of my diet.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF MY DIET, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF MY DIET.&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep living like this?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why can't I just take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;and this is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;the last thing I need for the IB is to worry about my own health.&lt;br /&gt;My complexion is already being a bitch, I don't need my appetite to be one as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2359715379626465588?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2359715379626465588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/fmd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2359715379626465588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2359715379626465588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/fmd.html' title='fmd'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSXFet-8a_I/AAAAAAAABPo/PLizh2OYQ58/s72-c/spongeberry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5666091138122963792</id><published>2011-01-04T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:12:16.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh fat pig ain't got no food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSMAIwUim5I/AAAAAAAABPk/icLJeBA0EnI/s1600/raspcake.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSMAIwUim5I/AAAAAAAABPk/icLJeBA0EnI/s1600/raspcake.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NOTHING WORTH EATING IN THE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;MY HOUSE IS SO FULL OF CHOCOLATES AND JUNK FOOD AND I FEEL DISGUSTED JUST BY STEPPING INTO THE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WOULD THINK MY MOM ACTUALLY HAD THE DECENCY TO GET SOME FRUITS INTO THIS DWELLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of just eating a little then jogging then coming back for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;then my mom tells me there's no dinner so I only have that little bit of food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Which I shouldn't be complaining about since I didn't even use energy today so I don't even need to eat, but argh no idea why I'm such a pig now.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of sprinting all the way to Pasir Ris Interchange to buy Mr. Bean soy milk then walk back home and drink it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH I NEED TO CONSUME SOMETHING I FEEL LIKE A VACUUM CLEANER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways first day of school today, I hope I can get through the rest with as little hiccups possible.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. MY HAIR IS DISGUSTING, why is it so greasy even though I washed it last night?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holeybamoley my mom just walked in on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5666091138122963792?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5666091138122963792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-nothing-worth-eating-in-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5666091138122963792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5666091138122963792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-nothing-worth-eating-in-house.html' title='argh fat pig ain&apos;t got no food'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TSMAIwUim5I/AAAAAAAABPk/icLJeBA0EnI/s72-c/raspcake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4753079267435540872</id><published>2011-01-01T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:23:43.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 5</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray mine will be just as happy if not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TR4a6XnLnXI/AAAAAAAABPg/g0V328M9YLk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-01+at+AM+02.02.56.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TR4a6XnLnXI/AAAAAAAABPg/g0V328M9YLk/s640/Screen+shot+2011-01-01+at+AM+02.02.56.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, when my parents were baptised, why did you decrease their cool factor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;thishasgottobetheworsttransitionI'vehadfromoneyeartoanotherinmymemory.Imeanthewholewaitingformidnightwasfun,butoncemidnightstruc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;kanditbecamethenewyea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ihadthissuddenwaveofshock,like"shit.therearesomaynythingsIwantedtodoby2010butdidn'tdo.andtheyweren'tbigthingslikesavetheearthorsomething,itwasth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;edelittlethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;gslike"recyclethisbagofmagazines"or"goforajog"or"finishmorephysicshomework"youknowthelittlestuff.andofcourseIcanalwaysddothemnexty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ear,butwhatreallyirkedme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;isthatIcoudld'vedone'emlastyear.mylastmealwaspotatochips.Ihfeelextremelydisgustedbyit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;.Iobviouslycan'twaittoliveonmyownsothiswon'thappentome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ijustfeelveryshittynow.happynewyear,I'mabouttokillmyself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-4753079267435540872?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4753079267435540872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4753079267435540872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4753079267435540872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-5.html' title='top 5'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TR4a6XnLnXI/AAAAAAAABPg/g0V328M9YLk/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-01-01+at+AM+02.02.56.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-3256053344163245368</id><published>2010-12-30T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T03:33:10.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>race to die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ME:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;the FILM DIRECTOR CAKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kirti:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;AWESOME. I want a cool cake like that. make me a cake of the esplanade. tell hilary xD&amp;nbsp;make it low fat as well. and uh, healthy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kirts:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;haha suree.&amp;nbsp;suuuure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;you know you want to ;D&amp;nbsp;I'll make you a cake in the shape of&amp;nbsp;or aang's big head&amp;nbsp;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kirts: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;haha nop, I want a zuko cake&amp;nbsp;or, erm, a disney&amp;nbsp;anything disneyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;well one side of his face will be... jam.&amp;nbsp;hannah montana cake it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kirts: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;NO WAY NOT HER.&amp;nbsp;not on my cake.&amp;nbsp;erm how about tangled. I haven't even seen it, but I know i will love it.&amp;nbsp;okay just stick to zuko.&amp;nbsp;i want the jam on the cake now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I had jam with yogurt the other day.&amp;nbsp;for fun.&amp;nbsp;and yes I do love weird food, but this bordered on DIABETIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kirts: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;your idea of fun is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TRuKq5n5E4I/AAAAAAAABPc/bJtyyZbIwQE/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-30+at+AM+03.17.47.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TRuKq5n5E4I/AAAAAAAABPc/bJtyyZbIwQE/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-30+at+AM+03.17.47.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hahaha been a long time since I last spoke to Kirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's coming back soon and joining me in &lt;s&gt;prison x.x&lt;/s&gt; school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I missed the opportunity to run today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean the weather sucked, but hell I had time to run. AND I DIDN'T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least I've been walking places during the holidays so I'm not THAT BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but still, feel like cellulite now. it's way past feeling like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then I remembered that I had a few blisters on my heels so that means I couldn't run anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I felt terrible because my blisters take long to heal and that means I can't run for a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;still apprehensive towards school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but it's only one way, and I'm on steroids, so go me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-3256053344163245368?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/3256053344163245368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/race-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3256053344163245368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3256053344163245368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/race-to-die.html' title='race to die'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TRuKq5n5E4I/AAAAAAAABPc/bJtyyZbIwQE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-12-30+at+AM+03.17.47.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7211386937885057937</id><published>2010-12-27T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T03:04:16.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TReGPy0oQTI/AAAAAAAABPY/s_qQFurMn8k/s1600/back+me+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TReGPy0oQTI/AAAAAAAABPY/s_qQFurMn8k/s1600/back+me+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have loads of fat on my body. At the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;I mean honestly I'm the only teenager I know who has fat all over her body but at her boobs.&lt;br /&gt;Lord if you want me to suffer with cellulite, please grant me some cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;Or take away all the fat on my body.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get how I'm supposed to feel better about what others say.&lt;br /&gt;"You're not that fat" --&amp;gt; this means I'm fat, just not that. Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;"You're not that ugly" --&amp;gt; this means I'm ugly, just not that, Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;how is this supposed to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;and anyways saying "you're not fat" or "you're not ugly" is just lying to my face?&lt;br /&gt;and have I told you how much I resent liars, even if their white or pretty and little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH MY MACBOOK IT KEEPS SHUTTING DOWN OR BLANKING OUT AT RANDOM INTERVALS, IT HAS HAPPENED 4 TIMES SINCE 1 DECEMBER AND I AM ROYALLY PISSED BECAUSE I'VE ONLY HAD THIS MACBOOK SINCE SEPTEMBER?! WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS STUPID THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have body issues, I don't have mental issues,&lt;br /&gt;I know what I look like. I do NOT look stunning.&lt;br /&gt;Stalk me on facebook and risk puking.&lt;br /&gt;I want her back I want her back I want her back&lt;br /&gt;^ I know this doesn't sound right but there are different ways to read the above statement.&lt;br /&gt;(like, I want her purse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I CAN'T WAIT TO LIVE ON MY OWN.&lt;br /&gt;my house will be so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;omgIatesomuchtodayIwannadieIknewIwasgonnaregretandmymomwastryingtostopmesoIonlyhavemyselftoblamegonnaweighmyselftomorrowandmeetmydoomandthenexerciseexericiseexercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camus here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7211386937885057937?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7211386937885057937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-loads-of-fat-on-my-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7211386937885057937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7211386937885057937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-loads-of-fat-on-my-body.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TReGPy0oQTI/AAAAAAAABPY/s_qQFurMn8k/s72-c/back+me+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-3885908616136292814</id><published>2010-12-23T02:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T03:38:52.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damned macbok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;there's a fine line between BRAVERY and BAD DRESSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TRJF1T9lNqI/AAAAAAAABPQ/pvD7swUHX6w/s1600/fingerlove.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TRJF1T9lNqI/AAAAAAAABPQ/pvD7swUHX6w/s1600/fingerlove.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO ONE HAS ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE HUGS. I LOVE HUGS AS MUCH AS I AGNES LOVES UNICORNS. I LOVE HUGS AS MUCH AS I LOVE GREEN TEA AND LOW FAT YOGURT AND SOY BEAN AND I WILL NEVER GET SICK OF HUGS :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;argh I'm blogging halfway and my stupid macbook jams up all of a sudden and I have to restart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY MACBOOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;the last time it happened was about a week ago right after I saved my presentation (thank God I did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;so this post is actually a replacement for my long post about something I wanted to rant about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;fughganrflalrfanlva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;so much for AUTOSAVE, BLOGGER. DAMN YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;FML of the Day::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post" id="14291054" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-left-radius: 8px 8px; border-bottom-right-radius: 8px 8px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-left-radius: 8px 8px; border-top-right-radius: 8px 8px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/14291054" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Today, I discovered why my house smells like death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/14291054" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apparently, because of the rain, a whole load of worms crawled into my garage and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/14291054" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They're everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/14291054" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I think GMH is responsible for my crash because I was reading it halfway when my stupid system shut down. and I just went to the page and my safari jammed for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I swear if I could I'd hack this thing to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-3885908616136292814?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/3885908616136292814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-fine-line-between-bravery-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3885908616136292814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3885908616136292814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-fine-line-between-bravery-and.html' title='damned macbok.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TRJF1T9lNqI/AAAAAAAABPQ/pvD7swUHX6w/s72-c/fingerlove.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1568035323333246344</id><published>2010-12-21T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T03:16:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoodehaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQ-oAmz9kXI/AAAAAAAABPI/UFWGEdkf0-s/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-21+at+AM+02.59.30.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQ-oAmz9kXI/AAAAAAAABPI/UFWGEdkf0-s/s400/Screen+shot+2010-12-21+at+AM+02.59.30.png" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like shit right now because it took me a half-hour cab ride home to convince myself not to eat anything and just take a bath and go straight to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So everything's fine until I enter my room and my sister groans at me for turning on the lights.&lt;br /&gt;And she tells me to be back in half an hour because she'll be asleep by then.&lt;br /&gt;WTF I GO STRAIGHT DOWN TO THE KITCHEN AND RAID THE DAMN FRIDGE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too ashamed to even list down what I ate.&lt;br /&gt;I probably ate like half my total calorie consumption in this sitting alone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't even be ranting about it because we need about 2000 calories a day on the average and I'm pretty sure I didn't hit the 1000-calorie mark today.&lt;br /&gt;But hell who eats at 1am when they are supposed to be losing weight&lt;br /&gt;and I've only been awake for about 12 hours (it's almost 3 on my clock now) so I shouldn't even be eating a day's worth of calories.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is I know I could have gone without the food I ate.&lt;br /&gt;Just sleep it off I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;BUTNOIHADTOFRICKINEATANDNOWIHAVETOSUFFER.&lt;br /&gt;At this rate I can totally forget about enjoying myself during Christmas&lt;br /&gt;because I really don't have time for proper cardio and I don't dare do sit ups without cardio.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHFML&lt;br /&gt;oh and I'm not getting the bicycle pedal anymore, it's just gonna enlarge my already huge and bulging thigh muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;JUST THE WAY YOU ARE BY BRUNO MARS ANNOYS ME BECAUSE IT SOUNDS LIKE CRAP WITHOUT THE MUSIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;all my books have arrived and I'm so so so happy :D&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid of damaging any part of the book (except the spine, because I think having creases at the spine gives me more ownership of the book :)) that I used the envelopes the books arrived in to make a book jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQ-pwrB4xbI/AAAAAAAABPM/Q80hkDGf1ac/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-19+at+19.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQ-pwrB4xbI/AAAAAAAABPM/Q80hkDGf1ac/s400/Photo+on+2010-12-19+at+19.27.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hoohoo I am so friggin' proud of myself for actually doing it. Took me half an hour, yeah yeah I know it's a long time but whatever I enjoyed every second of it. Some of you will think it's a total ripoff from the &lt;a href="http://barrysfarm.net/product/tuxedo-laptop-sleeve"&gt;laptop case&lt;/a&gt;--&amp;nbsp;well, it was, I told myself if I ever made a book jacket the first design HAS to be a butler's uniform. This is more of a prom date but argh whatevs I love it and it's currently jacketing &lt;a href="http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/handmaid/summary.html"&gt;The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood.&lt;/a&gt; Great book btw.&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide whether I should make my next design a hamburger, something cubist or a fusion of African and Aboriginal art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap I just scratched my arm because it was itchy and immediately 4 deep red lines appeared what is wrong with my body omg&lt;br /&gt;I should start following new people on tumblr/twitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1568035323333246344?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1568035323333246344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoodehaas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1568035323333246344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1568035323333246344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoodehaas.html' title='hoodehaas'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQ-oAmz9kXI/AAAAAAAABPI/UFWGEdkf0-s/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-12-21+at+AM+02.59.30.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6654336865425980226</id><published>2010-12-19T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:58:06.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shooting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQ2oJk96rxI/AAAAAAAABPE/KAfYzkX7Np8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-19+at+PM+02.35.58.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQ2oJk96rxI/AAAAAAAABPE/KAfYzkX7Np8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-19+at+PM+02.35.58.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS. IS. A CAKE. ZOMG.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so I'm getting closer to them as a team which is good (:&lt;br /&gt;Unlike T:C I don't have the "I wouldn't trade the world for them" mindset at all though xD&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind not working with them after this but one thing's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;this has got to be the best way to spend this week of the holiday for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to choose between Crystle's party and 6.3 outing now.&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to hanging out with Erica or getting a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if my dad will think I'm crazy if I buy a gym pedal for my table.&lt;br /&gt;It's approx SGD$75 and it'll be under my table if I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and it's free shipping but that's not the point&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been buying more than usual lately&lt;br /&gt;like my &amp;gt;$80 awesomesauce monster case (which was actually a present but I chose it)&lt;br /&gt;and the $35 fake leather bag which I am extremely proud of&lt;br /&gt;and well, I'm sure there are others.&lt;br /&gt;And this is quite pricey&lt;br /&gt;of course this could come right out of my own pocket but it's still his house&lt;br /&gt;and he might explode since I can "always use the gym".&lt;br /&gt;But if I get it I can use it WHILE STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;and IB isn't the most relaxing course in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And my fat brother can use it &lt;s&gt;(he'll probably break it though) &lt;/s&gt;as well&lt;br /&gt;it's portable.&lt;br /&gt;Hell I'll bring it up to my mom first, before CHRISTMAS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the tan can wait (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-6654336865425980226?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/6654336865425980226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/shooting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6654336865425980226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6654336865425980226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/shooting.html' title='shooting?'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQ2oJk96rxI/AAAAAAAABPE/KAfYzkX7Np8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-12-19+at+PM+02.35.58.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-387576855244902258</id><published>2010-12-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:07:36.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time passing so slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQpHKUf4rhI/AAAAAAAABPA/hCBawPd82_0/s1600/P8060228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQpHKUf4rhI/AAAAAAAABPA/hCBawPd82_0/s400/P8060228.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't know if it is lonely at the top. Does it really have to be?&lt;br /&gt;2. My life would definitely be a lot more exciting with a bb.&lt;br /&gt;3. The thing about lies is the longer you keep it the worse the consequences get.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm still trying to figure out why it's so hard to connect.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes I think they aren't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;6. That close.&lt;br /&gt;7. Got a secret can you keep it swear this one you'll save.&lt;br /&gt;8. time passes so bloody slowly when you're tired. or bored. or alone.&lt;br /&gt;9. Not exercising makes me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;10. Of course I try to walk as much as I can. Not like it makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;11. I NEED A NEW MUSIC PLAYER, which takes me back to point 2.&lt;br /&gt;12. Damned internet.&lt;br /&gt;13. Damned bookdepository website, y u no load.&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly can't wait to live on my own.&lt;br /&gt;15. Better lock it in your pocket taking this one to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;16. I really can't do anything for a living. There isn't a single payable quality about me.&lt;br /&gt;17. I feel better knowing that they oversold her, she actually isn't that great.&lt;br /&gt;18. He is quite bad at acting, I think I have enough standards to deem it so.&lt;br /&gt;19. I am so annoyed because I can't find my quilt.&lt;br /&gt;20. I just realised that I read .org as .orG in my head. So if I were to say it out loud, it'd be ORGY.&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you rather eat free unhealthy food or spend money on healthy food for 8 days?&lt;br /&gt;22. I really have to reset my body clock, will watch shows to prolong my waking hours.&lt;br /&gt;23. Openness decreased. Neuroticism increased.&lt;br /&gt;24. Despite the setbacks I still think that I am a fun person to be with.&lt;br /&gt;25. It's hard to accept yourself when few accept you. Or maybe you should accept yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;26. I really want to sleep now but I can't /:&lt;br /&gt;27. I still feel bad for pouring sand into his mouth even though it was an accident, and his fault.&lt;br /&gt;28. Emmy Rossum, noice.&lt;br /&gt;29. I don't need more acquaintances, I need good friends.&lt;br /&gt;30. My brother's first phone is cooler than all my 5 phones combined.WTH is this logic.&lt;br /&gt;31. I know who deserves the His Royal Douchebag of the year award.&lt;br /&gt;32. WTF I'm still pissed off about my quilt.&lt;br /&gt;33. On a good day, I think school is fine as long as your friends are there.&lt;br /&gt;34. On a bad day it's like screw having friends if you have to go to school to see them.&lt;br /&gt;35. Screw staying up I'm gonna sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-387576855244902258?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/387576855244902258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-passing-so-slowly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/387576855244902258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/387576855244902258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-passing-so-slowly.html' title='time passing so slowly'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQpHKUf4rhI/AAAAAAAABPA/hCBawPd82_0/s72-c/P8060228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1995209206151739097</id><published>2010-12-13T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T02:15:33.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comparisons</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQUOrQKg9WI/AAAAAAAABO8/W5zagTXML3s/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-13+at+AM+02.04.13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQUOrQKg9WI/AAAAAAAABO8/W5zagTXML3s/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-13+at+AM+02.04.13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's a light of each end of this tunnel you shout&lt;br /&gt;'cuz you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I suddenly remembered one of my great friends again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hilarious how events unfolded from May to August, from not even knowing his name to knowing one of his largest secrets.&lt;br /&gt;and I think not working with him after such intense rehearsals and performances must have been one of the hardest things I've had to go through so far, because he really was fun to horse around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always comes into my mind when I think of how I want my life to be, because I want his life.&lt;br /&gt;I would state his name but that might be quite revealing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always comparing myself to him because I think he's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;Started off in athletics, made it onto the ASEAN team, can play a few instruments, sang in a professional choir, hosted for a local radio station, and other small cool details like he can recite the pledge in tamil, he can play the hardest drum rhythm, he imitates people well.&lt;br /&gt;And he's smooth. Character wise.&lt;br /&gt;Just like my dad, he knows how to work with people.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a lot on his plate, but he barely seems stressed and always smiles.&lt;br /&gt;He's 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically his life seems perfect (well from what I've stated, his life seems absolutely marvelous)&lt;br /&gt;and I feel so envious of him and I think his life is great and I really really want to lead it.&lt;br /&gt;In my state of jealousy of course I say something like "there definitely is something God didn't let him have"&lt;br /&gt;and then I remembered,&lt;br /&gt;his mom passed away when he was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother has got to be the greatest gift a child could ever have,&lt;br /&gt;and he had to grow up without one.&lt;br /&gt;karma-wise, all his achievements are like compensation for the loss of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;He made it onto the ASEAN team, and his mom wasn't there to see it.&lt;br /&gt;He can play a few instruments, and his mom wasn't there to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;He sang in a professional choir, and his mom couldn't attend.&lt;br /&gt;He hosted for a local radio station, and his mom wasn't there to listen every Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this got me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;sure I'd love to do everything he can do, but how much of it is worth not having my mom around?&lt;br /&gt;what if tomorrow my mom disappeared and over the next few years I got everything he had?&lt;br /&gt;How can I live with all my achievements knowing that I gave my mom up for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this totally destroys me&lt;br /&gt;because I value being worth something to myself as much as having my mom around.&lt;br /&gt;what if I end up being a good for nothing, with nothing to show my mom?&lt;br /&gt;what if my mom is never proud of what I do?&lt;br /&gt;Would I still choose my mom over my friend's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil tells me she's just one person.&lt;br /&gt;With all the things I can do without her, so what if she isn't there, think of how many people I can influence and inspire.&lt;br /&gt;Think of how invincible I can be with that amount of talent.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is my friend is brilliant, he just doesn't know it, and if he did and really pushed himself, he would be phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;I know if I had what he has I would definitely use it so much better.&lt;br /&gt;All the fame and fortune, for one simple exchange: my mother.&lt;br /&gt;She's just one person but I'd never trade her for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just type that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few people in my life&lt;br /&gt;(and I really mean a few)&lt;br /&gt;whom I would NEVER EVER trade for the world.&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew my mom was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always thinking of friends, and I forgot one of the most important figures in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Without her, I'm nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Without her, I'm NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;WITHOUT HER, I'M NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Every single day I pray that one day she will be proud of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;It's so scary how much she affects me without even trying.&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/32499001-1995209206151739097?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1995209206151739097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/comparisons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1995209206151739097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1995209206151739097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/comparisons.html' title='comparisons'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQUOrQKg9WI/AAAAAAAABO8/W5zagTXML3s/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-12-13+at+AM+02.04.13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7531543332533711150</id><published>2010-12-11T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:44:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQOE_ghpsiI/AAAAAAAABOw/sB07TieQOQA/s1600/here.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQOE_ghpsiI/AAAAAAAABOw/sB07TieQOQA/s1600/here.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will be truly happy if I could stay here.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the toilets are great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a whirlwind of a week,&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy having fun or just being busy that I'm sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;which leads to fugly hair, fugly complexion and fugly body.&lt;br /&gt;but my has been great despite my fugly appearance.&lt;br /&gt;and that barely happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going to church tomorrow because I want to thank Him for a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things I complain about, but underneath all that there are so many things to be grateful about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to revamp my table as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQOJwnadb_I/AAAAAAAABO4/vzrOwLuHurw/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-11+at+22.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQOJwnadb_I/AAAAAAAABO4/vzrOwLuHurw/s320/Photo+on+2010-12-11+at+22.22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's one of my ways of spring cleaning my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally had enough of being who I am and living like me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate myself or anything, I'm just bored with me.&lt;br /&gt;so I've made huge changes that still takes getting used to and changed minute details that nobody notices but makes me feel different anyhoo&lt;br /&gt;and these changes are not reckless, they have been carefully considered and weighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it worth the risk? How long before I regret? Am I really sure? Is there another way? etc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from this I'm just rediscovering myself.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely feel extremely awkward with the difference despite trying to make it as gradual as possible&lt;br /&gt;but I am confident that the decisions I make are going to do me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't find me a stranger if you haven't seen me in a while&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure of that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this vacation has been absolutely fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;possible the best of my high school years.&lt;br /&gt;4, 1, 2, 3 in that order.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;still apprehensive towards IB, but fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love you guys &amp;lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7531543332533711150?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7531543332533711150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/after-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7531543332533711150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7531543332533711150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/after-while.html' title='after a while'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TQOE_ghpsiI/AAAAAAAABOw/sB07TieQOQA/s72-c/here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7916241180654907791</id><published>2010-12-08T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:57:12.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>today has got to be one of the most productive days of my year end vacation 2010.&lt;br /&gt;got 42% of the week's to-do list done.&lt;br /&gt;all in a day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TP5rvV2KynI/AAAAAAAABOs/ysbYpA9POrs/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-08+at+AM+01.13.48.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TP5rvV2KynI/AAAAAAAABOs/ysbYpA9POrs/s400/Screen+shot+2010-12-08+at+AM+01.13.48.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today would have been twice as wonderful if I had enough time to get a good workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I put on weight again, it's now a whole pound from my previous measurement which was on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm so freaking terrible to only be exercising once a week and really so much for Project 40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;My weight fluctuates and it scares me. Maybe because I weigh myself at different times of the day, and it only varies by a few hundred grams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;but if I don't treat it seriously then well I might as well stay ugly for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica was so nice to me today :)&lt;br /&gt;today was my bad hair day and bad complexion day and fugly day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;it only became my fat day after dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the first thing she said to me was that I looked so pretty :D&lt;br /&gt;awwwhhh Erica I love you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;no really and I'm gonna miss you when you leave ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need more sleep. I eat less that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, let's hope I enjoy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;wish they holidayed longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7916241180654907791?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7916241180654907791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7916241180654907791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7916241180654907791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TP5rvV2KynI/AAAAAAAABOs/ysbYpA9POrs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-12-08+at+AM+01.13.48.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-9152287424579935949</id><published>2010-12-06T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:23:12.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmms</title><content type='html'>I wonder if it'll seem terrible of me if I watched a show from my macbook on the bus home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I think it will /:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if no one's on the bus I'll try it out :D&lt;br /&gt;gonna take my macbook out for the first time in ages for theatre research tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is worth it in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;and my monster case is coming!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so I'm quite excited. just praying like mad that I don't drop the case or I might die of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I THINK I WILL COMMIT A MASSACRE IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MY MOM DOESN'T GET ME EDIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YES, EDIBLE FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SOME THINGS ARE INEDIBLE YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PEOPLE CONSIDER THEM FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;QUEER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish my parents gave me an extra $50 a week to get my own food.&lt;br /&gt;I'd use my money so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPz_0245OII/AAAAAAAABOo/p9SzGpHvBMw/s1600/yeahpolaroid%2521.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPz_0245OII/AAAAAAAABOo/p9SzGpHvBMw/s1600/yeahpolaroid%2521.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid psp memory card giving me problems&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so pissed off because I can't find my camera charger&lt;br /&gt;and I'm pretty sure I brought it back from London, because I keep a frigging checklist of&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get a new phone because the current one is shit.&lt;br /&gt;TECHNOLOGY HATES ME D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of things to say and share but meh, I value sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-9152287424579935949?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/9152287424579935949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmmmms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/9152287424579935949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/9152287424579935949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmmmms.html' title='hmmmms'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPz_0245OII/AAAAAAAABOo/p9SzGpHvBMw/s72-c/yeahpolaroid%2521.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-8531355509746090592</id><published>2010-12-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:04:55.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and nobody knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1G13FPCI/AAAAAAAABOY/fjhUw4OQkCw/s1600/cloudy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1G13FPCI/AAAAAAAABOY/fjhUw4OQkCw/s1600/cloudy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1M8PWvUI/AAAAAAAABOc/gEx8-Jj5QdU/s1600/flower+vase.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1M8PWvUI/AAAAAAAABOc/gEx8-Jj5QdU/s1600/flower+vase.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pretty flower in a vase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1XVXQZ-I/AAAAAAAABOg/d-Fe-iOPyAY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-02+at+PM+10.52.42.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1XVXQZ-I/AAAAAAAABOg/d-Fe-iOPyAY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-02+at+PM+10.52.42.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A slipper by the fireplace&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1gFzK1VI/AAAAAAAABOk/_7p0_GGTpXU/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-02+at+PM+10.56.42.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1gFzK1VI/AAAAAAAABOk/_7p0_GGTpXU/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-02+at+PM+10.56.42.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cello lying in its case&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-8531355509746090592?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/8531355509746090592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-nobody-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8531355509746090592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/8531355509746090592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-nobody-knows.html' title='and nobody knows'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPe1G13FPCI/AAAAAAAABOY/fjhUw4OQkCw/s72-c/cloudy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-3896620206116339880</id><published>2010-12-01T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:55:47.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please make me skinny</title><content type='html'>gonna make this quick because I really want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was so drained until my mom told me that I am not allowed to exercise and&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;(not that I've been drained due to exercise. psht I wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't sleep yet though,&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole list of to-dos for today and actually the entire week&lt;br /&gt;and it's already wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I don't get anything done this week then next week has to be Social STD week again, with visits from people of course (:&lt;br /&gt;[a very wonderful asshole of a friend will experience tremendous schadenfreude when he finds out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPZFwL2hSaI/AAAAAAAABOE/2OMfcnJGe6I/s1600/katy+and+perry.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPZFwL2hSaI/AAAAAAAABOE/2OMfcnJGe6I/s1600/katy+and+perry.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I finally realised why I don't feel like bathing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;think about it:&lt;br /&gt;if you had to touch a body like mine every day you'd rather die.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty brave in this context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want to live anymore but you know death is not worth it,&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please help me through this.&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-3896620206116339880?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/3896620206116339880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/please-make-me-skinny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3896620206116339880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3896620206116339880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/please-make-me-skinny.html' title='please make me skinny'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPZFwL2hSaI/AAAAAAAABOE/2OMfcnJGe6I/s72-c/katy+and+perry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5921187928531227108</id><published>2010-12-01T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:35:06.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm changing.&lt;br /&gt;And it's kinda scaring me, because I'm changing into someone I was pretty sure I would never be.&lt;br /&gt;I've always told others "well if you don't want to then don't, what's so hard about it?"&lt;br /&gt;so I'm applying my own words of wisdom to myself&lt;br /&gt;and see where it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPUfySd36zI/AAAAAAAABOA/eHb-qDpqg00/s1600/this+is+not+my+sister.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPUfySd36zI/AAAAAAAABOA/eHb-qDpqg00/s1600/this+is+not+my+sister.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another issue,&lt;br /&gt;I don't get how people can live with cellulite really.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my legs today&lt;br /&gt;(not INSPECTED, I LOOKED. Like literally took a look)&lt;br /&gt;and got such a shock from all the cellulite.&lt;br /&gt;So awful.&lt;br /&gt;And every time I sit down I wish I could cut my belly out.&lt;br /&gt;Like if it was scientifically possible to use a chopper and just slice the damn thing off I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weather is really unpredictable for activity.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I plan to run it frigging rains&lt;br /&gt;and I don't have a gym nearby.&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that a private gym will make me look so much better&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people say "nawh you just end up taking it for granted"&lt;br /&gt;but really I'll use it as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I do that to all the things I &lt;b&gt;NEED&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days living alone has been so fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Parents were in Kota Kinabalu,&lt;br /&gt;I succeeded in getting my brother to bunk with my cousins&lt;br /&gt;and my sister had to work consecutive long shifts.&lt;br /&gt;Having the house to myself was so fun :D&lt;br /&gt;I was out most of the time of course&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't have to eat anything I didn't want to,&lt;br /&gt;or take turns to use the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;or anything really.&lt;br /&gt;I was a free bitch babaye!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people who live alone complain. Really I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Yes if you count in the rent and all that blah blah blah it might start to suck a little&lt;br /&gt;but I think the rent is really a worthy exchange for A PLACE TO STAY and FREEDOM, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This past 4 days (Sat to Tues) has been such a whirlwind experience for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lord I can't wait for it to happen again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;not when the school term starts though, I need someone to take me to prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;MLIA of the Day::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today I failed my roadtest for the third time. Seeing me bummed out, the instructor put his hand on my shoulder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; and said "Don't worry son even Spongebob hasn't past his roadtest yet." Best. Failure. Ever. MLIA&lt;/b&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/32499001-5921187928531227108?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5921187928531227108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5921187928531227108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5921187928531227108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/12/growing-up.html' title='growing up?'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPUfySd36zI/AAAAAAAABOA/eHb-qDpqg00/s72-c/this+is+not+my+sister.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6004195349659566943</id><published>2010-11-28T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T02:13:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just tryna figure out.</title><content type='html'>just tryna figure out where I am&lt;br /&gt;just tryna figure out what I want&lt;br /&gt;just tryna figure out who to believe&lt;br /&gt;just tryna figure out when I'll grow&lt;br /&gt;just tryna figure out how I'll look like&lt;br /&gt;just tryna figure out where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;just tryna figure out where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;just tryna figure out who I'm gonna be&lt;br /&gt;just tryna figure out if I'll look back on this and feel great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;just tryna figure out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, teenhood is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPFEtN1dwvI/AAAAAAAABN8/tAH5wlmYKQA/s1600/puzzle.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPFEtN1dwvI/AAAAAAAABN8/tAH5wlmYKQA/s1600/puzzle.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday has got to be one of the strangest days of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;In a very good way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already in a bad mood in the morning because my mom decided not to drive me to *Scape and I had to wait for the dang bus and I was 45 minutes late. For the first meeting, which certainly doesn't give a good impression to anyone. I don't think it really affected anyone though. Maybe Rosie. It was extremely embarrassing for me but it got better somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Between lunch and dinner it was insane. Sort of not really kinda quite.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was quite surprising. My godparents let me choose where to eat as usual and I ate so much that I was crazy. All the sugar I had for the day, felt like my ears were gonna bleed. But the food was ohsogood! This is the normal part. The strange part is my godparents took me to the Airport because my godpa wanted to play on the huge slide. And I thought he was joking until he told me that he planned to break his new record. Like WHAT?! I thought my dad was the most childish adult I'd ever met and turns out my godpa is just the same :D seems like every man's a boy inside (: and he made me slide as well. I was feeling so full I couldn't even walk properly but I still went on the slide and I was so afraid I was gonna hurl but in the end I was fine. And my godfather was faster than me on the slide. Hehheh. It's just so funny how you think you know enough but you really don't, and it really makes life so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm extremely worried for the IB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I fear a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think one of the things I've been gifted and yet cursed with is the ability to auto-reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Every night I think of what happened during the day, what worked and what didn't, conversations, how many times I laughed, how many calories I consumed, have I done all my homework, blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and all of these are done involuntarily. I don't actively reflect. My mind just makes me do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And after reflecting on the day, I put it in the grand scheme of things. Like how significant was today for the entire year so far, or for my life, or how does this fare on my charts, like when's the last time this worked or didn't, had this conversation, laughed this much, ate this much, blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and it takes me to a whole new level of reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like have I REALLY enjoyed myself so far? Am I REALLY doing okay? Am I REALLY doing it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And this makes me worry the most because I can't deal with stagnancy. Sure I love routines but there must always be something special inside the routines. Like let's say I take the car to school everyday but it's different because there's always a different radio show going on. Or I'm having math in class but this time we get coloured paper instead of black and white. Because these small things are really what keep me going day by day. I also like LARGE special moments. Like one weekend my dad decides we should all have a pastry buffet and takes us to some coolish cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And when I reflect on a whole new level, I keep thinking "how often have I been doing this? It's just the same things over and over" and then I realise that my life is extremely boring and school is boring and studying is boring, and after hearing this every night in my head I get so sick of my life I lose the will to study or wake up every morning or open my file or pencil case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And the IB, it's going to be 2 years of slogging. And yes I've beens studying for 12 years sure I can take another 2 of my life away, but this is going to be different. It's full dedication and I don't even know what I'm getting out of it. The last time I studied so hard for a test I blanked out. What if I blank out after 2 years? If there's one thing I've really learnt from life is that you don't always reap the rewards. That's how the phrase "DIE TRYING" comes about. You don't win, no matter how much you fight. And worse, you don't fight anyone but yourself. And sometimes you don't even know who you're fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And sometimes I feel like I'm going through this alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sure I do have family and relatives and friends but they aren't taking the IB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah my friends take the IB but they don't have the familial pressure I do. They don't have the personality I do. They definitely don't auto-reflect like I do. Auto-reflection doesn't even happen every night, it can happen more than once in a day. While peeing. While on the train. In the middle of responding to a text message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know that I forgot that I have a lot more than a lot of people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What people forget is that there is a lot I don't have as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And you just have to ask yourself, is having this much really worth having this much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-6004195349659566943?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/6004195349659566943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-tryna-figure-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6004195349659566943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6004195349659566943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-tryna-figure-out.html' title='just tryna figure out.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TPFEtN1dwvI/AAAAAAAABN8/tAH5wlmYKQA/s72-c/puzzle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2578391982707197175</id><published>2010-11-26T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:44:17.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankshaving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;93.475999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my complexion D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is here, time for me to be thankful, so no complaints today.&lt;br /&gt;except the 2 above.&lt;br /&gt;To avoid corny moments, I shall just list 5 things I'm extremely grateful for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I'm promoted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(really, this was a close call for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I'm not overweight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;(YET, but hey the longer it takes the better right :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I'm not left out as much anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;(note: AS MUCH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I visited Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;(it was on my bucket list :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;My parents have driven me to school every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I really think I deserve it, but hey, not everyone gets this privilege)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel quite weird now, because all of a sudden there's nothing RELEVANT on my to-do list for next week. I'm slightly nervous that I've missed out something. maybe I should just shift all my December to-doos to November and enjoy my last month eh (:&lt;br /&gt;yep will doos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TO6R9yWxQeI/AAAAAAAABN4/8BaEi0NLy_w/s1600/DREAMit.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TO6R9yWxQeI/AAAAAAAABN4/8BaEi0NLy_w/s320/DREAMit.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my Christmas tree is up and it's beeyootiful :D&lt;br /&gt;sad thing I lost my charger for my awesome camera.&lt;br /&gt;no idea what I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;hope simlim has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHNOMUSTBETHANKFULANDBENICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2578391982707197175?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2578391982707197175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankshaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2578391982707197175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2578391982707197175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankshaving.html' title='thankshaving.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TO6R9yWxQeI/AAAAAAAABN4/8BaEi0NLy_w/s72-c/DREAMit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4979662447538358036</id><published>2010-11-24T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:38:19.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatsums.</title><content type='html'>Finally got ToK out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I FEEL SO FREAKIN' GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still behind schedule, so... meh.&lt;br /&gt;This week is really Social STD week.&lt;br /&gt;And I FEEL SO INACTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel all my muscle breaking down and my body storing FAT.&lt;br /&gt;D;&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYYYY~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOzq1QMHRBI/AAAAAAAABN0/ZqWJl-4gmI0/s1600/fat+disney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOzq1QMHRBI/AAAAAAAABN0/ZqWJl-4gmI0/s1600/fat+disney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what I'm gonna turn into. without the happy ending.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg mom chillax.&lt;br /&gt;maniac.&lt;br /&gt;I never want a domestic help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-4979662447538358036?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4979662447538358036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/fatsums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4979662447538358036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4979662447538358036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/fatsums.html' title='fatsums.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOzq1QMHRBI/AAAAAAAABN0/ZqWJl-4gmI0/s72-c/fat+disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1066240625642743769</id><published>2010-11-23T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:19:19.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg not fair</title><content type='html'>was just checking out random articles for fun and most articles, I notice, never answer the question or even help.&lt;br /&gt;oh and do you guys notice that when kids stop eating it's because they really are full? So they leave loads of stuff on their plate because they don't want to eat anymore. but for us adults and teens we just keep eating until everything is finished. it's actually habitual. omg what happened to us right.&lt;br /&gt;and I was thinking why the hell would I ever do that and then I remembered that when I was young I wouldn't finish my food once (I think) and then my dad told me that people in other countries don't even get food to eat and I really should be grateful. And he showed me this article on how this girl's family was so poor that all she ate was 2 spoonfuls of rice for dinner in order to save money for the family and I should be thankful that I don't have to go through that.&lt;br /&gt;and my mom told me that when my dad was young his family was extremely poor that all they ate everyday was rice with soy sauce or rice with pepper. like WHAT. not dishes. and when my grandfather earned enough to buy fish to steam, my dad pretended not to like fish so his family could eat more. and that must have been the saddest thing I've ever heard in my life because my dad loves fish like crazy and I've never seen anyone clean a fish the way my dad does. probably to make up for all those days of no-fish-ness. now he lets me eat all the fish so I can grow or something like that. I know I should be nice and give him fish but I eat it anyway xD&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;and then I think another time I didn't wanna eat and my dad got so fed up he told me that I can't play or watch tv until I clean up my entire plate.&lt;br /&gt;and another time, my mom told me the amount of food left on my plate is the amount of pimples my husband was going to get. then I told her I'm not getting married and she said "well in that case you'll get the pimples" and that seriously freaked me out. how old was I, 6?&lt;br /&gt;and another time I think my dad ordered too much at a restaurant, and all of us really couldn't eat another bite, and my dad just ate everything up and I asked my mom why my dad is never full. she told me that my dad is extremely full, he's just forcing himself to eat everything so we don't waste the food and then she reminded me of the poor people who have nothing to eat and how I should be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;and I was about to ignore her when she told me the story of my dad again. WTF. total guilt trip.&lt;br /&gt;I swear seeing my dad eat everything by himself, I think everyone knows that if there's one thing I can't stand is seeing people eat alone, and seeing my dad eat everything really scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;it's like force feeding. like pure torture. the way the Japanese would force water into people and then sit on them. just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;so I think all the events just struck me and I finished all my food from then on. that's why when I eat with anyone you guys always see me finish my food, and when I know I can't I just don't eat at all. or I sell it. or trade it. or bring it back for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;and I think it's really good habit to have, but what really sucks is that I used to take more than I can finish so I'd force myself to eat everything and that's how I got fat. and I think just a few years ago my mom just got so scared of her daughter being such a pig she told me that I didn't have to finish my food if I didn't want to, but I was just so scared of pimples and having my dad eat them or wasting or whatever that I still did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When I go out with anyone and I don't eat it's probably because these kinds of memories really hit me at that moment and I'm so disgusted so I don't buy anything because it just freaks me out?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to break the habit.&lt;br /&gt;like today my mom left loads of food for me to eat&lt;br /&gt;and I really couldn't eat any more, so I called her and she told me to leave the food and she'll handle it&lt;br /&gt;but I think she knew that I knew she was going to throw it away (she doesn't tell me she'll throw it away because she knows I'd rather force it down my throat) so after I hung up I forced myself to finish everything. it was an extremely horrible experience.&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of people know I can't puke, I can't purge as well. what a curse.&lt;br /&gt;so all the food just stays in me.&lt;br /&gt;no the bright side the food she cooked was really healthy, like salmon and steamed tofu-egg and broccoli (of which the calories used to digest it is more than the calories itself) so I don't feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;in Bago I saw the kids being really hungry and quite stunted in their growth because they had insufficient food. this boy Christian (I don't know how to spell it but it sounds like it) was smaller than my 6 year old cousin. He was 12. and then I was sitting with a group of SOTA kids and NONE of them finished their food because "it was their habit" and I almost screamed at them.&lt;br /&gt;oh did I mention I was the fattest person who went to Bago City. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how I'm EVER EVER EVER gonna drop the habit because I'm pretty much scarred.&lt;br /&gt;and not eating just screws your metabolism. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1066240625642743769?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1066240625642743769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg-not-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1066240625642743769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1066240625642743769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg-not-fair.html' title='omg not fair'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6414326829136208356</id><published>2010-11-22T14:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T02:16:29.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to-do-do</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;s&gt;Reply E&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;bookdepot&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;s&gt; ToK Essay (the subject that makes the stupid feel stupider&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;BB scoutin&lt;/s&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Clean Macbook&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. MOVE WINDOWS OUT OF ROOM&lt;br /&gt;7. Physics. FML&lt;br /&gt;8. Math&lt;br /&gt;9. THEATRE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Running in the Family&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Ondaatje&lt;br /&gt;11. Shakespeare's &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Waiting Years&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; by Fumiko Enchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I think this week will be "Social STD" week. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ToK IS DUE IN A WEEK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOoIjFGgIDI/AAAAAAAABNw/s3ovTEgwux8/s1600/glasses.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOoIjFGgIDI/AAAAAAAABNw/s3ovTEgwux8/s1600/glasses.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;get yo' nerd on.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Ms. No-Life has to start work now.&lt;br /&gt;my body is twitching like mad I think it's hyperactivity from being so immobile today.&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2pm D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-6414326829136208356?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/6414326829136208356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-do-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6414326829136208356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6414326829136208356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-do-do.html' title='to-do-do'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOoIjFGgIDI/AAAAAAAABNw/s3ovTEgwux8/s72-c/glasses.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-9102520026081786145</id><published>2010-11-20T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:18:39.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rantsology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOflGcSpLCI/AAAAAAAABNo/sRGmtp9TgJw/s1600/no+tomorrow.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOflGcSpLCI/AAAAAAAABNo/sRGmtp9TgJw/s640/no+tomorrow.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ican'tbelieveit'saffectingmesomuchandIwonderwhen'sthelasttimeIfeellikethisdon'tmindmeI'mjustrantingbecauseIhavetogetthisoffmychestbutreallyIdidn'twantitsomuch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;whenIfirsttrieditbutthenIrealisedIactuallyhadachanceandthenitdawnedonmethatthiswasmyshotandtheofficialstatisticswere80%andthenthenextthingIknowit'sloadsandloa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;dsoftrialanderrorandI'mstillwaitingfraresultandmaybeit'soutIjustdon'tknowitbutreallyit'squitehardnottothinkofitbecauseIdon'tthinkanyonehasanyideahowmuchthismean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;stonowanditfeelslikeIwasjustbeinghappyorhopefulfornothingImeanobviouslythey'dchoosethetallhotbodovershortfatuglymeandsomuchforseeingsomethinginmeifthepr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;oducerscan'tbutheyontheflipsideatleastitwasareallygoodexperienceyouknowmeetingupwiththeothersandworkingwiththembutreallyI'dmuchpreferifIwasofficiallyselecte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;dandmaybeshehasn'ttoldmeyetI'dbequitemadifshedidn'ttellmebutI'mhappyforheraswellImeansheneedsthemoneymorethanIdokindofbutIneedtheexperienceandopportuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;tymorethanshedoesshehashermomtosupportherforchrissakesbutI'mallonmyownandIneedmyparentstobeproudofsomethingwhichbringsmetotheclasspartyihavemanyreas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;onswhyileftbutreallythemainreasonwhyileftisbecauseisureashellwasn'tenjoyingmyselfandnotbecauseofwhatIclaimedtotheothersbutbecauseafterseeingtisaitjustsnappedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;nmyheadthatI'vehadenoughofskinnypeoplearoundmeandIdefinitelyhavehadenoughofbeingthefattestoneinclasssincegodknowswhenlikemyentirelifehonestlymanwhen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;thelasttimeIwasskinnierthansomebodyelsefuckneverandI'mjustreallysickofitIswearthosepeopledon'tevenworkhalfasmuchasIdotogettothisstageandIthinktheonethingthat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;reallystartledmewasthefactthattheysaidthatIhadn'tchangedabitandthattotallyscaredtheshitouttamebecauseI'vebeenworkinglikemadsince'08noonecandenythatIhopeIreally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;hopeandIcan'tbelieveIwassostupidtobelievethatIactuallyhadslimmeddownoverthepastyearsImeanmymom'satotalliaralmosteveryoneisandmyheighthasn'tchangedbutIpu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;tonabout3to5kgfromp6likelasttimeIwasabou39.5andnowhgodknowshowheavyIwayandit'sreallybotheringmeyesIknowsomepeoplearebornfatanduglybutI'msososososu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;reIcanbeskinnyIjustneeedtobegiventhespaceandtimeandmoneytoachieveitandI'mnotreferringtosurgeryI'msoseriousintermsofhairofcourseIcanalwaysshaveitbutI'malways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;soscaredy'knowlikewhathappenswhenitgrowsbackorsthomgokaymaybethatIcandealwiththeconstantupkeepbutmybodysizeandfuckmyabfyesmybestfriendabftoldmethat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;atthebbqtheyweretalkingaboutmeandthatreallyfreaksmeoutImeanmaybeit'sagoodthingbutreallybesidesmyfuglycomplexionandquitemessedupbodyshapeandsizetheplau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;siblereasonwhyIdidn'twanttogoforthegatheringisbecauseIreallyhavenothingtoshowtootherslikedlthasthewholehayImmabeapilotthinggoingonandtheotherswelljustskin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;nyaseverandnicoisgoingtoaustraliaandabfandhisfrenchitalianwhateverandotherpeoplehavejobsandIhavenothingtoshowexceptthatIgainedlotsofweightandstilldon'thaveaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;oboramoviedealoramstillintheprocessofchasingmydreamsanddeepdownIhaveafeelingthatthey'resohappyI'mnotsucceedingandthey'retalkingtomssawaboutitImeanmssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;womgthatwomanreallybelievesinmeIthinkandIhopeandIcan'tevenmakeherproudofmeforasecondandbringingmybrotherwassuchabadideabecauseIhavetoentertainhiminst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;eadofargagraejblajernaljustquitepissednowandsensitiveandvulnerableIthinkthat'swhatI'mfeelinghaven'tfeltthiswayinawhileandIthinkimmastartontokafterwatcingbbtto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;makemefeelbetterxoxobye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOfmXyR4evI/AAAAAAAABNs/MIPk_5cd3yU/s1600/can%2527t+kiss+and+__.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOfmXyR4evI/AAAAAAAABNs/MIPk_5cd3yU/s640/can%2527t+kiss+and+__.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1341794861"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1341794862"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-9102520026081786145?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/9102520026081786145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/rantsology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/9102520026081786145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/9102520026081786145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/rantsology.html' title='rantsology'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOflGcSpLCI/AAAAAAAABNo/sRGmtp9TgJw/s72-c/no+tomorrow.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2257787194498232531</id><published>2010-11-17T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:16:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;s n v e p o r c v b j a f e p e f s &amp;nbsp;f u l y f i n b z n s n t r d b n v r z q r v a l o r c b q f a c r e u d &amp;nbsp;p y l r e u v n r c c f f z d t q r e u u f e c r x n t r a n f o z l s f u l r e u j q n e v j r b l f d e p v j f d y u e c b c f g n r c v e p r e u e f j v r z s n v e p g d e v b q n u e f s f u l y v x n b r o r c p v a y c q n l r y y j r e c b x v e e l g n f g y n v q r c n z l b n y o r e u n i n a l s f u l q r c n b z n r e u v j r e c c f u v n r e u b f z n c v z n b v j v b q z l g r a n e c b j n a n e c r a f d e u b f v t r e u f j q r c n i n a v c c r x n b c f b &amp;nbsp;y v z z n u &amp;nbsp;f j e v q r c n z l b n y o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2257787194498232531?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2257787194498232531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/fatt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2257787194498232531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2257787194498232531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/fatt.html' title='fatt.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-6849465485424415001</id><published>2010-11-17T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:14:12.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HP7 today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1. ToK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;Exercise&lt;/s&gt;/ diet/ &lt;s&gt;whatever&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;Get my Macbook fixed.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;the damned shit&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Pack table&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;Finish&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Door&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;by Angela Carter&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;6. Finish&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Waiting Years&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Enchi Fumiko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;Watch&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Brokeback Mountain/ V for Vendetta/ Inglourious Basterds&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;8. Get a new phone&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;before I go on a killing rampage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOOAKxUtl2I/AAAAAAAABNk/GySnkg4BG-g/s1600/thatswhenillstop.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOOAKxUtl2I/AAAAAAAABNk/GySnkg4BG-g/s1600/thatswhenillstop.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I really should continue with ToK but I'm really really stuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and really after getting your internet back during a year end vacation on a Monday, it's only normal to be having fun in cyberspace before being responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;hah. excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I think I'm gonna wear glasses every time I do ToK, that'll probably give me some Clark Kent power for studying :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Need to go on super detox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyone wants to buy me a weighing machine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;MLIA of the Day::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today I walked downstairs where my family had gathered. There were two plates of brownies. My aunt pointed to them, "Male or female?" I told her brownies had no gender. She sighed and said, "Oh, but they do. Do you like them with or without nuts?" MLIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-6849465485424415001?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/6849465485424415001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/hp7-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6849465485424415001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/6849465485424415001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/hp7-today.html' title='HP7 today'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOOAKxUtl2I/AAAAAAAABNk/GySnkg4BG-g/s72-c/thatswhenillstop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7892044812570734263</id><published>2010-11-15T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:01:21.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you I will</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TODzNHRjz1I/AAAAAAAABNg/p9OlvRQHV8k/s1600/aquamaid.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TODzNHRjz1I/AAAAAAAABNg/p9OlvRQHV8k/s640/aquamaid.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;'cause I could fall asleep in those eyes like a waterbed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7892044812570734263?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7892044812570734263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7892044812570734263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7892044812570734263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='for you I will'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TODzNHRjz1I/AAAAAAAABNg/p9OlvRQHV8k/s72-c/aquamaid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7994403988962316190</id><published>2010-11-15T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:13:43.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>priorities!</title><content type='html'>okay. I need to sort my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;been youtubing and facebooking and tumblring and thinking about how bored I am...&lt;br /&gt;until I remembered I haven't done my ToK essay.&lt;br /&gt;schweisse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;is that how you spell it.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I really have to get it done,&lt;br /&gt;it's extremely tough to complete, I haven't had a proper draft yet and I need to hand it in before December!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;and my injuries aren't healing and it's really taking a toll on my overall health.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get active and lose all the fat but my body is giving me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOAZmaLTLwI/AAAAAAAABNc/iBENKOA7dGE/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOAZmaLTLwI/AAAAAAAABNc/iBENKOA7dGE/s320/untitled.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sort my table out, it got messy again /:&lt;br /&gt;and well, vc'u qrin snne evtn cf antnvin r tryysrtx sdc lnrq V xefj vc jrb r qrau bqfc&lt;br /&gt;so now I'm hoping I get the next one&lt;br /&gt;because it really is great. didn't want it at first but I want it a lot now.&lt;br /&gt;and the Kate Spade book of the month clutches, ZOMG&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time in my life I actually want to buy something branded.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh okay priorities. things to do by this week:&lt;br /&gt;1. ToK&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;s&gt;. Exercise/ diet/ whatever&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;Get my Macbook fixed.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strike&gt; the damned shit&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Pack table &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Finish&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt; The Door &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;by Angela Carter&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish &lt;i&gt;The Waiting Years&lt;/i&gt; by Enchi Fumiko  &lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;s&gt; Watch &lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Brokeback Mountain/ V for Vendetta/ Inglourious Basterds&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get a new phone &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;before I go on a killing rampage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I was at the doctors office after throwing up for the past week. My diagnosis? Apparently I'm the first pregnant man.  After about minutes of freaking out and explaining on how it was  possible, he told me he was joking and that I'm fine, but my reaction  was best thus far. FML&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1114308594"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1114308595"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7994403988962316190?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7994403988962316190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/priorities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7994403988962316190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7994403988962316190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/priorities.html' title='priorities!'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TOAZmaLTLwI/AAAAAAAABNc/iBENKOA7dGE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2252389679313510532</id><published>2010-11-13T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:45:10.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what would be awesome?</title><content type='html'>you know what would make me feel so much better at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;a new mattress&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a body that wouldn't shut down on me so easily&lt;br /&gt;3. a high metabolic rate&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;instantaneous high speed internet ON MY MACBOOK &lt;/s&gt;&lt;strike&gt;the damned shit.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. a smartphone with a good keypad and internet access and quick response&lt;br /&gt;6. a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;7. a chest brace, or better, having my pigeon chest mysteriously disappear&lt;br /&gt;8. a really good movie deal&lt;br /&gt;9. the answer to the ToK question&lt;br /&gt;10. a PERSONAL &lt;strike&gt;slave&lt;/strike&gt; helper, like Dorotha (:&lt;br /&gt;11. a great jawline&lt;br /&gt;12. a miraculous appearance of a gym and a pool in my house&lt;br /&gt;13. entire series of Ugly Betty, HIMYM, BBT and American Dad in my Macbook. In HD. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;14. a sudden appearance of a weird bacteria in my body that feeds on cellulite and acne&lt;br /&gt;15. a time turner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2252389679313510532?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2252389679313510532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-what-would-be-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2252389679313510532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2252389679313510532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-what-would-be-awesome.html' title='you know what would be awesome?'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2264972814799867667</id><published>2010-10-27T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:28:42.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid home internet won't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;damn it, macbook, why do you have to screw so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't mind not being able to access facebook and tumblr and twitter and all that.&lt;br /&gt;YET. &lt;br /&gt;I just need the bloody internet to do ToK and other research for IB&lt;br /&gt;and I don't see how I'm gonna complete the essay and do well if I don't get to access the stupid internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and have I mentioned that I HATE it when others look over your shoulder when you're&lt;br /&gt;-checking your email&lt;br /&gt;-sending a text message&lt;br /&gt;-posting on your blog&lt;br /&gt;-reading a text message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO~ that's why these things have passwords. they're PRIVATE until they get published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2264972814799867667?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2264972814799867667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-home-internet-wont-work-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2264972814799867667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2264972814799867667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-home-internet-wont-work-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-7798295615038655516</id><published>2010-10-15T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:13:55.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>my pms is back I notice my mood swings!&lt;br /&gt;agrnaervaltlaieg lav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLe3qTCZp9I/AAAAAAAABNQ/dsO4yz2etE4/s1600/yay+sourdough.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLe3qTCZp9I/AAAAAAAABNQ/dsO4yz2etE4/s400/yay+sourdough.bmp" width="310" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so hungry right now D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my home's so full of junk food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and my throat hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so I can't eat anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;there goes my metabolism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;really need to started exercising, can't wait for my blisters to heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in school now setting some system up and I don't get why Year 4s still don't know how to shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how do they hack into facebook through the school system?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I only love them in class. Can't stand them outside of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;why why why are their lives so awesome and why does mine almost suck balls D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;see, I told you, PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hungry D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-7798295615038655516?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/7798295615038655516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7798295615038655516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/7798295615038655516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLe3qTCZp9I/AAAAAAAABNQ/dsO4yz2etE4/s72-c/yay+sourdough.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-3462465665947221656</id><published>2010-10-14T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:38:50.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HATE BUS 518&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;never take it during rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you.&lt;br /&gt;why can't we get student fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad won't drive me to school until no idea when D:&lt;br /&gt;man I'm NEVER gonna be early for school until no idea when D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what I'm gonna do my theatre essay then get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-3462465665947221656?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/3462465665947221656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/hate-bus-518-argh-never-take-it-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3462465665947221656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3462465665947221656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/hate-bus-518-argh-never-take-it-during.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2053446193448931382</id><published>2010-10-13T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:09:40.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fooyeah</title><content type='html'>finally got my school internet connection :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;br /&gt;using blogger because&lt;br /&gt;I can't use twitter and facebook and tumblr&lt;br /&gt;which is ironic because&lt;br /&gt;why the hell am I social networking when all my friends are in school?&lt;br /&gt;unless... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever anyways I've got so much things to do for IB during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;today I jerked awake because I forgot to do the 300-page physics guide.&lt;br /&gt;omg how am I gonna finish that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll do 10 pages a day for a whole month and see what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to learn how to use iPhoto as well&lt;br /&gt;and do other stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;argh theatre IB. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;oh and I gotta do some chinese website,&lt;br /&gt;and read all the IB lit books zomg&lt;br /&gt;and I think re-read all my chinese stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;damn the idiot who stole my textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get a mental block during finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLU-9MnQlYI/AAAAAAAABNM/SvnD6C4aFI4/s1600/where%27d+you+go.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLU-9MnQlYI/AAAAAAAABNM/SvnD6C4aFI4/s320/where%27d+you+go.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send me somewhere D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay need to find the book I lost so bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2053446193448931382?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2053446193448931382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/fooyeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2053446193448931382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2053446193448931382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/fooyeah.html' title='fooyeah'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLU-9MnQlYI/AAAAAAAABNM/SvnD6C4aFI4/s72-c/where%27d+you+go.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5366421265339098605</id><published>2010-10-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:50:37.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teen cribabies</title><content type='html'>TEEN CRIBS, SO UGH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jealous because I didn't really like the houses and the designs&lt;br /&gt;but the girls, omg I can't stand them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLSQ3KuHeAI/AAAAAAAABNI/OHc-mO4h2hU/s1600/awesome+bedroom.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLSQ3KuHeAI/AAAAAAAABNI/OHc-mO4h2hU/s400/awesome+bedroom.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sweethearts, this is what an awesome bedroom looks like&lt;br /&gt;not some stinkin' pink room where the wallpaper matches your bedsheets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you say DORK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway fat burning plan failed.&lt;br /&gt;argh I needa sleep more&lt;br /&gt;hate review writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER COVER COME FAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and had great fun with you guys in the meeting room today&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha Elias is so epic xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh today was fun (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5366421265339098605?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5366421265339098605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/teen-cribabies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5366421265339098605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5366421265339098605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/teen-cribabies.html' title='teen cribabies'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLSQ3KuHeAI/AAAAAAAABNI/OHc-mO4h2hU/s72-c/awesome+bedroom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4646046229947651141</id><published>2010-10-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:31:01.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULBERRY (:</title><content type='html'>internet connection is extremely slow.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what happened to it.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;you guys have to congratulate me,&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time in 3 years I don't feel fat for 2 days in a row&lt;br /&gt;and I've really been making full use of it ;D&lt;br /&gt;of course the feeling's coming back&lt;br /&gt;but hell at least I enjoyed my 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;let's see if I can hit 40kg or lower by Christmas k :D&lt;br /&gt;that'll be an x'mas present to myself (:&lt;br /&gt;oh my wonderful fairy godparents bought me the monster case&lt;br /&gt;as an xmas present :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I thought the money they gave for 20$10 would be both birthday and xmas&lt;br /&gt;but woah they are generous (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm paying them back for everything when I'm rich.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN :D&lt;br /&gt;the case is taking forever to come&lt;br /&gt;but meh, patience is a virtue right.&lt;br /&gt;anyways career talk tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited OO&lt;br /&gt;if you're teenager, listen to Embers by Just Jack.&lt;br /&gt;if you're not, then don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLG-xBJUCtI/AAAAAAAABNE/K9_3m2kHUhU/s1600/trombones.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLG-xBJUCtI/AAAAAAAABNE/K9_3m2kHUhU/s400/trombones.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the facts and the figures, they overwhelm and stifle"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish I could sleep now. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLIA of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mom once told me that when I was young, I couldn't pronounce  the "r" in "shirt", so she and my dad had to teach me how to say  "blouse."  MLIA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-4646046229947651141?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4646046229947651141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/mulberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4646046229947651141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4646046229947651141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/mulberry.html' title='MULBERRY (:'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TLG-xBJUCtI/AAAAAAAABNE/K9_3m2kHUhU/s72-c/trombones.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5524078873860238928</id><published>2010-10-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:15:03.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ke$ha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3oh3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selena gomez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>my first kiss was something like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TK9Ah1xXfRI/AAAAAAAABNA/detfbsX2oB4/s1600/lips.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TK9Ah1xXfRI/AAAAAAAABNA/detfbsX2oB4/s320/lips.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i can't believe i recommended 3oh!3's first kiss (ft. ke$ha) to my brother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;WORST. SISTER. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so I'm a pig, but I think everyone already knows that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think compulsory parties are duhmb. but despite the total loserdom of it I had my own kind of fun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm so afraid I'm gonna break Nabil's back one day argh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think attention seekers are so annoying, as in, people should seek attention the right way, not hang around boys with the whole squeally act and giggle and don't let them touch you and yell in a high-pitched voice kind. get the hell off my train.&lt;br /&gt;or be all emo and text the entire world about your plight. &lt;br /&gt;and stop being emo as well because as hot as you look in, I don't know, smudged eyeliner, everybody wants to just rest on the ride, not listen to your metal. so get the hell off my train as well.&lt;br /&gt;and aunty, y u kip staring at me? I know I'm ugly but I'm not as ugly as you, so I don't care how young you dress, stop looking at me like I'm the worst teenager on earth and get off my train.&lt;br /&gt;WHO HATES SINGAPOREAN CULTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad SOTA exists.&lt;br /&gt;yes, we do have our handful of shitheads, but at least 98% of us are NOT socially challenged or overtly attention seeking.&lt;br /&gt;have I told you guys I want to build my own Aryan community?&lt;br /&gt;without killing others of course.&lt;br /&gt;stupid selfish idiots, the world doesn't revolve around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLIA of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I went shooting as part of my work ( I'm in the air force and we  have to be able to shoot to stay in) I usually am not a great shot,  today however the instructor handed out Twilight posters to use as  targets, I got all my shots perfectly in Edward Cullen's head. MLIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sucker yuh goin' down.&lt;br /&gt;haha getit, sucker, getit xD&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5524078873860238928?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5524078873860238928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-kiss-was-something-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5524078873860238928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5524078873860238928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-kiss-was-something-like-this.html' title='my first kiss was something like this'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TK9Ah1xXfRI/AAAAAAAABNA/detfbsX2oB4/s72-c/lips.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1862621756844709084</id><published>2010-10-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:26:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>I NEED PSYCHIATRIC TREATMENT.&lt;br /&gt;I DID WORSE THAN ALMOST EVERYONE ELSE AND EVERYONE'S JUST CRYING EXCEPT FOR OUR WONDERFUL CHINDIAN FRIEND WHO'S BEEN SMIRKING AWAY (TYVM PAL) AND I'M IN A VERY WEIRD STATE OF ZEN.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, I EVEN TOLD MY PARENTS MY RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;AND I SPOKE TO THEM ON THE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL IS IN A PROPER MENTAL STATE TO EVEN SPEAK AFTER RESULTS LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD'S BAD AT GIVING SERIOUS TALKS, THANK THE LORD. LITERALLY.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's also quite hard to be sad when you have so many cute things in your room smiling at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs9thj7QII/AAAAAAAABMs/mHwyMjN4YeQ/s1600/SDC15557.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs9thj7QII/AAAAAAAABMs/mHwyMjN4YeQ/s320/SDC15557.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha these 6 extremely cute figurines from London. HANDMADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the Lion and the Slug :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs-DVPmL2I/AAAAAAAABMw/Sc9YCqD34a4/s1600/SDC15558.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs-DVPmL2I/AAAAAAAABMw/Sc9YCqD34a4/s320/SDC15558.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Clumsy, Mr. Happy, Mr. Greedy, Mr. Nosey, Mr. Small, Little Miss Sunshine (x2)&lt;br /&gt;which my brother got for me :D&lt;br /&gt;he's the sweetest bwudduh evuhhhh&lt;br /&gt;and he's fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs-cHrvCNI/AAAAAAAABM0/2zz3PQL-wcU/s1600/SDC15559.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs-cHrvCNI/AAAAAAAABM0/2zz3PQL-wcU/s320/SDC15559.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious moments.&lt;br /&gt;see the one on the left? that's the birth of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;SCREW YOU LI REN if you're reading this I'M A GOOD CHRISTIAN YOU SHITFACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs-6ZsswbI/AAAAAAAABM4/WMJEqJkwzmw/s1600/SDC15560.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs-6ZsswbI/AAAAAAAABM4/WMJEqJkwzmw/s320/SDC15560.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many's gingerbread man! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes it looks defeated but hey if you get ironed by me all the time the last thing you'd do is smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKtCvSqkCOI/AAAAAAAABM8/9zu_U7iu8ls/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-05+at+23.22.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKtCvSqkCOI/AAAAAAAABM8/9zu_U7iu8ls/s320/Photo+on+2010-10-05+at+23.22.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY HOW CAN ANYONE NOT LOVE IT!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you that my sister calls it Usher? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys you can go mope and cry and stuff it's really good for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry you guys know that.&lt;br /&gt;but since what's done's done,&lt;br /&gt;I'm choosing to skip the moping and just accept it like a punch to the nose and stay happy and enjoy the last of my freedom before Hell in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;what do you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1862621756844709084?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1862621756844709084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1862621756844709084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1862621756844709084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/shit.html' title='shit'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKs9thj7QII/AAAAAAAABMs/mHwyMjN4YeQ/s72-c/SDC15557.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-2198866276438522440</id><published>2010-10-04T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:29:25.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erbgckwhrfleflq</title><content type='html'>results tomorrow but uh, I don't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not having the "OMG I'm gonna fail" mentality but I don't have the "YES my results are gonna rock" mentality either.&lt;br /&gt;I have a mixture of both good and bad feelings and I-duhno-whut feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so annoyed that I still have no time to myself AFTER exams. WHY THE HELL are we staying back for meetings when we can just have them during school hours since we're not having lessons anymore?!&lt;br /&gt;waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;and woah good thing I went to school today, they got stricter about attendance OO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKnj2gVxSYI/AAAAAAAABMI/hyf4LBRhCPY/s1600/ersatz.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKnj2gVxSYI/AAAAAAAABMI/hyf4LBRhCPY/s320/ersatz.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS STAIRCASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone take me on a holiday? please??????&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMH of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm very skinny and am never confident in my body. One day, my mom forced me to go buy a graduation dress. I felt ugly and skinny. When I got out the dressing room to show my mom my dress. A small girl  about 4 or 5 said "Mommy, she's so pretty. Is she a princess?" and  pointed straight at me.It was the first time I felt pretty. Kids GMH&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why can't I be like that!!!!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-2198866276438522440?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/2198866276438522440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/erbgckwhrfleflq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2198866276438522440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/2198866276438522440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/erbgckwhrfleflq.html' title='erbgckwhrfleflq'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKnj2gVxSYI/AAAAAAAABMI/hyf4LBRhCPY/s72-c/ersatz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4948184432841941476</id><published>2010-10-01T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:40:48.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX0Eu3Do1I/AAAAAAAABL0/44u9yTTg-vE/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+10.44.39.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKXzSttitdI/AAAAAAAABLw/PY4Sp9URKdg/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+10.40.08.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKXzSttitdI/AAAAAAAABLw/PY4Sp9URKdg/s200/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+10.40.08.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX0Eu3Do1I/AAAAAAAABL0/44u9yTTg-vE/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+10.44.39.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX0Eu3Do1I/AAAAAAAABL0/44u9yTTg-vE/s320/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+10.44.39.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;WOOHOO &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AWESOMEST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CHILDREN'S DAY EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Decided to sleep in instead of waking up EARLY to PREPARE for a Celebration that wasn't even meant for us, and it was such a GREAT decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DISNEY MARATHON!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this first.&lt;br /&gt;She's so feisty and brave I love her &lt;br /&gt;the story plot is so good, Avatar can totally suck balls because Grandmother Willow totally OWNS Eywa.&lt;br /&gt;and the song, how can ANYONE not love Alan Menken for doing this to the world?&lt;br /&gt;now Just Around the Riverbend is stuck in my head :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and Calif told me that John Smith's a pedo because Pocahontas is FOURTEEN?!&lt;br /&gt;Ruby you have anything to say /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX1VWLTVgI/AAAAAAAABL4/vDrzGOg2qqw/s1600/Cinderella-Wallpaper-classic-disney-6038332-1024-768.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX1VWLTVgI/AAAAAAAABL4/vDrzGOg2qqw/s320/Cinderella-Wallpaper-classic-disney-6038332-1024-768.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella JAMMED UP HALFWAY D;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;but I love love love love GUS GUS.&lt;br /&gt;he's the main reason why I chose to watch this show :D&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur&lt;br /&gt;but if I were this woman I'd totally have escaped when I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think of Iida when I look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX8GLGGHKI/AAAAAAAABMA/SYs2x5ubJmE/s1600/3-wallpapers-beauty-beast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX8GLGGHKI/AAAAAAAABMA/SYs2x5ubJmE/s320/3-wallpapers-beauty-beast.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always loved the starting song&lt;br /&gt;and really people, who is genius enough to start a fairytale with STAINED GLASS WINDOWS?&lt;br /&gt;FOOYEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of beastility after they fell in love so, uh, yeah. uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't like the fact he has long hair D;&lt;br /&gt;ME LOVE CHIP and everyone else and&lt;br /&gt;in your face, Alan Menken wrote the songs.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;oh and I think Belle looks like Michelle Trachtenberg from certain angles OO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX9lgel6uI/AAAAAAAABME/V-QSWKTzM_Y/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+11.08.48.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX9lgel6uI/AAAAAAAABME/V-QSWKTzM_Y/s320/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+11.08.48.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I felt like watching an animal movie so it was either this or Dumbo and I wanted a character that could talk so, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Animals being in love is just so weird for me, I always felt awkward during Can You Feel the Love Tonight&lt;br /&gt;and oh, Young Simba's singing voice sounds like Bieber. Sorry to those who absolutely hate Bieber and love Simba.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the musical :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to re-watch Cinderella since it jammed halfway but it was too dark and too warm and my neck hurt.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching THE MAKING OF (a lot of Disney films) now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys would be so Mindblown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW CAN ANYONE NOT SAY DISNEY IS PHENOMENAL?!?!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKX5wyAcoAI/AAAAAAAABL8/Sp4VPhHhQOg/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+11.08.48.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/32499001-4948184432841941476?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4948184432841941476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/awesomest-childrens-day-ever-decided-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4948184432841941476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4948184432841941476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/10/awesomest-childrens-day-ever-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKXzSttitdI/AAAAAAAABLw/PY4Sp9URKdg/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-01+at+PM+10.40.08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-445544796424686369</id><published>2010-09-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:37:58.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mehness</title><content type='html'>my face is caked full of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;argh so disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neck looks horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sheeeet I keep forgetting to settle my Macbook priorities.&lt;br /&gt;argargjangngalna me bad D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much stuff on my to-do list which I haven't sorted out yet D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should I get a job as a barista?&lt;br /&gt;because I really wanna earn some cash during the holidays /: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWTWITTER IS FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKSujpweABI/AAAAAAAABLs/frGCQhKEaqU/s1600/library+so+cool.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKSujpweABI/AAAAAAAABLs/frGCQhKEaqU/s320/library+so+cool.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD PLEASE GIVE ME THIS LIBRARY IN MY HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;either that or a million bucks, tyilyvm (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-445544796424686369?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/445544796424686369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/mehness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/445544796424686369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/445544796424686369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/mehness.html' title='mehness'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKSujpweABI/AAAAAAAABLs/frGCQhKEaqU/s72-c/library+so+cool.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4512756533650613022</id><published>2010-09-29T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:05:04.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay Mr. Greedy</title><content type='html'>my brother gave me Mr. Greedy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay me loves me brother :D&lt;br /&gt;my sister stole it from me and now I can't find it though D;&lt;br /&gt;me no loves me sister hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope tomorrow goes fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing high how the hell did I end up soprano.&lt;br /&gt;and boohoo I'm forever alone, nobody's adding me on my new email address&lt;br /&gt;even though I added EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;psht, no friends D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fyeah I have the complete seasons of GG 2 &amp;amp;3 and Glee on my macbook,&lt;br /&gt;and half a season of HIMYM 4 &amp;amp;5 and GG 1 xD&lt;br /&gt;and loads of movies.&lt;br /&gt;wow, great prioritising Vick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 GB dedicated to entertainment and IB folders.&lt;br /&gt;how do I survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKM37LPNoLI/AAAAAAAABLk/K9fq13JNy-0/s1600/cool.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKM37LPNoLI/AAAAAAAABLk/K9fq13JNy-0/s320/cool.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Christmas wish list ready&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point of getting me something I want but is not EXACTLY what I want?&lt;br /&gt;and I really really really want want want my MONSTER CASE D;&lt;br /&gt;nanta on saturday&lt;br /&gt;buds on sunday&lt;br /&gt;school on monday D;&lt;br /&gt;kill joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rant too much.&lt;br /&gt;gonna try puking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLIA of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I saw a police car get pulled over by another police car. MLIA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-4512756533650613022?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4512756533650613022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/yay-mr-greedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4512756533650613022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4512756533650613022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/yay-mr-greedy.html' title='yay Mr. Greedy'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKM37LPNoLI/AAAAAAAABLk/K9fq13JNy-0/s72-c/cool.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1200410299073830039</id><published>2010-09-28T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:27:29.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy? what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKDEn2ZsH7I/AAAAAAAABLg/C_GJF0n5q2M/s1600/nutcracker.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKDEn2ZsH7I/AAAAAAAABLg/C_GJF0n5q2M/s320/nutcracker.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;somebody's leavinnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;just this morning I was feeling quite happy in general.&lt;br /&gt;like yeah, I'm happy now, life's good for now, I'm pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then somehow along that line my mood just changes?!&lt;br /&gt;like sheeet (complains about physique) sheeeeeet (complains about school) and then SHEEEEETTT!!!!! (complains about everything else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone go through this?&lt;br /&gt;please tell me, because it's not PMS and if you guys do NOT have this thing as well&lt;br /&gt;that means I need to see a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well gonna go off now.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, but I sure as hell don't wanna go to school tomorrow D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1200410299073830039?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1200410299073830039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/jealousy-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1200410299073830039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1200410299073830039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/jealousy-what.html' title='jealousy? what?'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TKDEn2ZsH7I/AAAAAAAABLg/C_GJF0n5q2M/s72-c/nutcracker.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5925331964781035878</id><published>2010-09-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:46:39.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate you liars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJ4X1LG4L7I/AAAAAAAABLc/b0j3AB3l6nQ/s1600/pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJ4X1LG4L7I/AAAAAAAABLc/b0j3AB3l6nQ/s320/pigs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;thanks to all the liars out there who keep telling me I'm not fat and my legs are not disgusting and I'm not ugly and my arms are not fat and I don't need to work out or go for surgery or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I never believed you for a second.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so sick of waiting for someone to actually help me do something about my disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why can't we get money as Christmas presents?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be given the money to buy something I like than to be given something I don't even like in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows how picky and anal I can get about my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;just saying. you know what, next lunar new year I'm gonna keep about 30% of my money to buy the things I ACTUALLY NEED AND LIKE and I'll think of something for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream at every single person who's been feeding me lies.&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow's better than toNIGHT, because toNIGHT SUCKS BALLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5925331964781035878?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5925331964781035878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/hate-you-liars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5925331964781035878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5925331964781035878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/hate-you-liars.html' title='hate you liars.'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJ4X1LG4L7I/AAAAAAAABLc/b0j3AB3l6nQ/s72-c/pigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5584455548652746852</id><published>2010-09-21T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:32:45.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR. * Little Ms. TRADE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;okay this is serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm willing to trade this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiVaFW7IiI/AAAAAAAABKk/IYDLuggCpLE/s1600/SDC15541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiVaFW7IiI/AAAAAAAABKk/IYDLuggCpLE/s200/SDC15541.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;for any of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiXF4n6MLI/AAAAAAAABLE/I0U44Y_CVxs/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiXF4n6MLI/AAAAAAAABLE/I0U44Y_CVxs/s200/2.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiXPuqylxI/AAAAAAAABLM/uveY4JcGmtU/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiXPuqylxI/AAAAAAAABLM/uveY4JcGmtU/s200/1.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiXaCqX9oI/AAAAAAAABLU/rX26_4KvatQ/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiXaCqX9oI/AAAAAAAABLU/rX26_4KvatQ/s200/3.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiV7tbWDJI/AAAAAAAABKs/UdR_RnHRzVk/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;tyvm(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5584455548652746852?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5584455548652746852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/mr-little-ms-trade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5584455548652746852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5584455548652746852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/mr-little-ms-trade.html' title='MR. * Little Ms. TRADE!'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJiVaFW7IiI/AAAAAAAABKk/IYDLuggCpLE/s72-c/SDC15541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5158817850971222074</id><published>2010-09-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:29:57.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mehsery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;whoo my brother finally got facebook, but haha so pathetic xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJdePFIRJwI/AAAAAAAABKM/BO9rrLSb6DY/s640/Screen+shot+2010-09-16+at+PM+09.47.00.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, that's my brother for you xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spent my Saturday at MBS doing theatre instead of having fun.&lt;br /&gt;KING SUITE BABAYE.&lt;br /&gt;this is only HALF the crib:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJdeq2HA_UI/AAAAAAAABKU/a1aP0S5fYi0/s1600/DSC00147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJdeq2HA_UI/AAAAAAAABKU/a1aP0S5fYi0/s400/DSC00147.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and a small section of the other half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJdgGru9KqI/AAAAAAAABKc/Vpo-l-zROXQ/s1600/DSC00148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJdgGru9KqI/AAAAAAAABKc/Vpo-l-zROXQ/s400/DSC00148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;has a mini-gym and yoga corner. wuhhhhhhhht.&lt;br /&gt;permission given to die of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me wants to lives here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway theatre, totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now just trying to figure out how I can&lt;br /&gt;go to church&lt;br /&gt;meet up with Dawn&lt;br /&gt;watch Nanta with my godmother&lt;br /&gt;on 2 October&lt;br /&gt;without having to sacrifice either&lt;br /&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, religious, loyal, filial me wants to do all three&lt;br /&gt;YES I DO PUNK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how how how.&lt;br /&gt;wha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways I love being stagnant once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, gotta continue on theatre now,&lt;br /&gt;I present in 16 hours.&lt;br /&gt;BLESS MEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLIA of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I got a fortune cookie. It said "About time I got out of that cookie." MLIA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh I can't find a proper thinspiration to motivate me on my desktop. waaaaah D;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5158817850971222074?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5158817850971222074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/mehsery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5158817850971222074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5158817850971222074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/mehsery.html' title='mehsery'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TJdePFIRJwI/AAAAAAAABKM/BO9rrLSb6DY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-16+at+PM+09.47.00.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-4030339463534347778</id><published>2010-09-11T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:40:19.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mofo I'm awesome</title><content type='html'>I GOT HURT FEELINGS I GOT HURT FEELINGS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha funny song go check it out :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;yeah Kirts you awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh what, no mood to do theatre now.&lt;br /&gt;sheeeeeet.oh &amp;amp; Selamat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Crystle, if you're reading this, SELAMAT HARI RAYA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;love that song as well hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh, really should do theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here's something entertaining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is a minimum number of people needed to classify a disturbance as a “riot.” It has to be at least 3 people. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA ME, ZACK AND MANDURHXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHUT UP ABOUT JGL already,&lt;br /&gt;I love that guy but he's honestly getting overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and today's study session was great :D&lt;br /&gt;someone was in a baaaaad mood&lt;br /&gt;but uh, I enjoyed myself (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-4030339463534347778?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/4030339463534347778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/mofo-im-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4030339463534347778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/4030339463534347778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/mofo-im-awesome.html' title='mofo I&apos;m awesome'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5606473885275660794</id><published>2010-09-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:27:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to wear tomorrow? /:</title><content type='html'>I'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking my giraffe for fashion advice and what to wear tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because it has all-knowing something. Wisdom? something. haha&lt;br /&gt;Look at how adorable it is :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIeZqRJJ5QI/AAAAAAAABJ8/4x7T1mjAV2Q/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-08+at+21.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIeZqRJJ5QI/AAAAAAAABJ8/4x7T1mjAV2Q/s400/Photo+on+2010-09-08+at+21.57.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy now&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to feel good in your skin and clothes when you're having an extremely fat day and going out with a bunch of bitches who are supposed to be your friends y'know.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know why I feel inferior in front of them even though I know I have so much more than them besides cellulite.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of clothes I admit but none of them can hide the UADD and forever expanding pigeon chest. thighs, I've given up. it's the torso I'm pissed about. &lt;br /&gt;and I'm so desperate I have to consult my giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;in my dad's glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone noticed that my blogger is having trouble with colour? D:&lt;br /&gt;no, because no one reads this thing. hahahaforeveralonehahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think I wouldn't be having this fashion crisis if we lived in a temperate climate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5606473885275660794?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5606473885275660794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-to-wear-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5606473885275660794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5606473885275660794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-to-wear-tomorrow.html' title='what to wear tomorrow? /:'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIeZqRJJ5QI/AAAAAAAABJ8/4x7T1mjAV2Q/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-09-08+at+21.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-1985618533275585621</id><published>2010-09-08T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:13:35.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iconfactoryrules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIZkYj_d6aI/AAAAAAAABJ0/YI3t1Q4q3w8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-07+at+PM+08.59.28.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIZkYj_d6aI/AAAAAAAABJ0/YI3t1Q4q3w8/s640/Screen+shot+2010-09-07+at+PM+08.59.28.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE MY ICONS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHOULD I KEEP IT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;/:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-1985618533275585621?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/1985618533275585621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/iconfactoryrules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1985618533275585621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/1985618533275585621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/iconfactoryrules.html' title='iconfactoryrules'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIZkYj_d6aI/AAAAAAAABJ0/YI3t1Q4q3w8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-07+at+PM+08.59.28.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-804560927964223031</id><published>2010-09-07T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:25:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giraffe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIUvZHAO1RI/AAAAAAAABJs/8eZVSW0aCAg/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-07+at+AM+12.17.34.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIUvZHAO1RI/AAAAAAAABJs/8eZVSW0aCAg/s320/Screen+shot+2010-09-07+at+AM+12.17.34.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HEEHEE THAT'S MY GIRAFFE IN MY SOTA JUMPER :D&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh love my Giraffe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-804560927964223031?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/804560927964223031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/giraffe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/804560927964223031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/804560927964223031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/giraffe.html' title='giraffe'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIUvZHAO1RI/AAAAAAAABJs/8eZVSW0aCAg/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-07+at+AM+12.17.34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-3042222154508869451</id><published>2010-09-06T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:32:27.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;the last thing I wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; do now is study because I don't see the point in trying when no one's gonna give you the chance to succeed in the first place&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/32499001-3042222154508869451?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/3042222154508869451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-thing-i-wanna-do-now-is-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3042222154508869451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/3042222154508869451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-thing-i-wanna-do-now-is-study.html' title=''/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499001.post-5554264690594185331</id><published>2010-09-06T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:28:55.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theatough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIPQ0B-NDzI/AAAAAAAABJk/QBVktCeMAzo/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+AM+01.15.55.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="624" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIPQ0B-NDzI/AAAAAAAABJk/QBVktCeMAzo/s640/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+AM+01.15.55.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;theatre finals are killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I missed the briefing session because of MP and now I have a high chance of screwing it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I don't even get what Mac is saying in the question paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;and I really don't know which teacher to trust anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Last year Tobin said I was treating Theatre too much like an academic subject and I got penalised for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;so I toned it down and presented my work to him, and he said it was much better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;and I do the same this year and Mac says I'm not treating Theatre like a subject&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;and I should approach it from an academic point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;and hell I'm sucking at everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;theatre is NOT a subject, I feel like we're bastardising it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I don't even dare clarify anything with the teachers anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;because I get scolded for "not listening" and really,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I shouldn't even be chided for not focusing in class when I give as much focus, if not more than, as everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMH of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last night, I was about to kill myself.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I had the razor in my hand, and I had put it to my wrist and began to cut. Then my sister ran out, and thought I had hurt myself on accident. She got me a bandage and told me to be more careful, because she didn't want me to die. She's four. She will never know, but she saved my life.  She GMH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32499001-5554264690594185331?l=vspace94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/feeds/5554264690594185331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/theatough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5554264690594185331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32499001/posts/default/5554264690594185331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vspace94.blogspot.com/2010/09/theatough.html' title='theatough'/><author><name>ahherh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779393858925556487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QJC25UQfFJc/TIPQ0B-NDzI/AAAAAAAABJk/QBVktCeMAzo/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+AM+01.15.55.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
