<?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-34743737</id><updated>2011-04-30T05:13:30.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close-my-eyes.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-2383575037113055241</id><published>2008-08-14T16:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:44:45.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2396/1782973745_73f6f97073.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's the day you hoped would never come&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feed me violence, just run with me&lt;br /&gt;Through rows of speeding cars&lt;br /&gt;The paper cuts, the cheating lovers&lt;br /&gt;The coffee’s never strong enough&lt;br /&gt;I know you think it’s more than just bad luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, there, baby&lt;br /&gt;It’s just text book stuff&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the ABC of growing up&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, darlin’&lt;br /&gt;Oh don’t lose your head&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of us were angels&lt;br /&gt;And you know I love you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kZ4xgAYr3D"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kZ4xgAYr3D" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2383575037113055241?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2383575037113055241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2383575037113055241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2383575037113055241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2383575037113055241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-day-you-hoped-would-never-come.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-2798109390367939440</id><published>2008-08-12T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:59:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw you deep down inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2140866423_0edcd31299.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2140866423_0edcd31299.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah. I haven't been blogging. I've been "studying". *Sticks out middle finger. What's up with me, you ask? Nothing. Life just sucks monkeyballs and donkeyballs at the same time. And maybe dugongballs, too. Ugh, seriously. I don't know how to deal with everything. I can't s-s-s... anymore. I can't even say it.  I can't break things anymore, too. Shit. I can't fucking do anything! I think I should get a tattoo. *Laughs sarcastically. Okay, that wasn't funny at all. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, love is beautiful- the most beautiful thing ever. It's better than Pot and Cocaine put together. But at times, love is bullshit. It's like. Every little thing matters on one side and almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; really matters on the other. And when the fuck will people realize that if they do something they don't want other people to do, they're motherfucking hypocrites? Fuck yeah, hypo-fucking-crites. It's stupid. *Slaps screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world. I'd rather die than living in this shithole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Did you know that your butt's a muscle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2798109390367939440?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2798109390367939440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2798109390367939440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2798109390367939440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2798109390367939440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/screw-you-deep-down-inside.html' title='screw you deep down inside.'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-68225249480987083</id><published>2008-07-05T15:46:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:10:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG82TRYFYNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HfoNrmZ5PX0/s1600-h/foreverr__lynz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG82TRYFYNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HfoNrmZ5PX0/s400/foreverr__lynz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219450197855527122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the book I'm currently reading. I started this morning right when I arrived in my classroom. I was really bored because my darling partner-in-crime, Roxanne, was absent. Anyway, yeah. I started reading this morning and I'm absolutely in love with it. You should totally read books by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judy Blume&lt;/span&gt; 'cause they're all awesome. Better yet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesomeriffic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally want this book;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG-ArV63G-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kvGRXFAhd-w/s1600-h/071010_paint_it_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG-ArV63G-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kvGRXFAhd-w/s400/071010_paint_it_black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531975252450274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh! Guess who I bumped into today while my mom and I were at the counter of this restaurant where I usually buy my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi Ayam tapau&lt;/span&gt;. I'll give you a hint; she's little and she just arrived in Brunei yesterday from Oman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG82TrWUN6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ILX4HTj-tfg/s1600-h/eeraaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG82TrWUN6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ILX4HTj-tfg/s400/eeraaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219450204827432866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://an-oceanbetweenus.blogspot.com/"&gt;EERA&lt;/a&gt;! It's been ages since I've last seen her. Well, okay. It's been one whole year. But if you ask me, that's a long time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to a wedding at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BSRC&lt;/span&gt;. *&lt;span&gt;Claps hands eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="h3"&gt;THURSDAY, JULY 03, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG-AMRW3yrI/AAAAAAAAAII/L2JbOTrhiDk/s1600-h/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG-AMRW3yrI/AAAAAAAAAII/L2JbOTrhiDk/s400/IMG_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531441451813554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 9th &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ArifLynzsary&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday, Hanna!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th Birthday, Faez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arif and I, along with everybody else who were invited, went to Excapade Sushi for Faez's birthday which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have pictures of. Sad.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-68225249480987083?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/68225249480987083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=68225249480987083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/68225249480987083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/68225249480987083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/forever.html' title='forever'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SG82TRYFYNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HfoNrmZ5PX0/s72-c/foreverr__lynz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-5698506672657776508</id><published>2008-06-18T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:49:17.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SFkq2kvIhTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oGWT3RIpM6c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_YyOvRtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/r9DBo_2bVds/s400/CME_cloverfield+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749301482178258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_Zx2J7lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ekwYZdu8fig/s1600-h/CME_cloverfield+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_Zx2J7lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ekwYZdu8fig/s400/CME_cloverfield+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749318558936658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_v8WtbYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QOZgWVw9jbU/s1600-h/CME_cloverfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_v8WtbYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QOZgWVw9jbU/s400/CME_cloverfield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749699336957314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_ZuignlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PNz0HpvUaCs/s1600-h/CME_cloverfield+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_ZuignlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PNz0HpvUaCs/s400/CME_cloverfield+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749317671231058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_aViboOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DUWhCUM3MDA/s1600-h/CME_cloverfield+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_aViboOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DUWhCUM3MDA/s400/CME_cloverfield+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749328139886818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="overflow: hidden; width: 100%; height: 235px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvNkGm8mxiM&amp;amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" scale="scale" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="275" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whatever it is, its winning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my fucking god, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloverfield &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; fucking awesome- fucking serious. I was supposed to watch it on Valentine's Day with Arif, which was way back in February. (Hahaha) But something came up so we went to KB, bought some DVDs and watched Juno at my place instead. And since we were in that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatchamacallit&lt;/span&gt; room, Arif was procrastinating- he was on the drums like the whole 2nd half of Juno. But I managed to concentrate. Hellz yeh! Anyway, that was February- this is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloverfield&lt;/span&gt; is fucking awesome- fucking serious. If you haven't seen it, then I'd probably assume that you do, indeed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCK&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Okay, okay. That's just mean. Let me rephrase that. If you haven't seen it, you're uncool; if you have, you're cooler than ice- just like me and Arif. *sticks out tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was sort of like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Godzilla&lt;/span&gt; meets &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair Witch Project&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Godzilla + Blair Witch Project = A FUCKING AWESOME MOVIE CALLED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOVERFIELD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Me and Arif have two pairs of twins! Hahahahah.&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/34743737-2173613320618569861?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2173613320618569861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2173613320618569861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2173613320618569861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2173613320618569861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/whatever-it-is-its-winning-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEy_YyOvRtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/r9DBo_2bVds/s72-c/CME_cloverfield+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-6641059813355682921</id><published>2008-06-03T06:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:02:09.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:fixedsys;font-size:280%;"&gt;happy 8th ariflynzsary, baby! :) *LICKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you inside and out, always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;Arif is sexy and you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-6641059813355682921?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6641059813355682921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6641059813355682921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6641059813355682921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6641059813355682921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-8th-ariflynzsary-baby-licks.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-1329435309654169898</id><published>2008-06-02T06:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T06:54:09.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEMgdwaJQJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VwwOql9lOc0/s1600-h/MYbabyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEMgdwaJQJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VwwOql9lOc0/s400/MYbabyyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207041289753280658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a blink of an eye, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arif&lt;/span&gt;'s able to make me the happiest person in the whole universe. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is one of the reasons why I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of tomorrow, the 3rd of June, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arif&lt;/span&gt; and I are 8 months old. :D Are you excited? Are you? Are you? 'Cause you sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smell&lt;/span&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met anyone like Arif before. No one's ever loved me the way he does- I'm so thankful I've found him; I'm so glad that he caught my eye a few years ago somewhere in town; I'm so glad he viewed me on Friendster a few days after that; I'm so glad that we became bestfriends not long after that; I'm so glad I was always the one who he came to when he needed to talk about his problems- and I still am; I'm so glad we dated for a few months before making it official. He's so full of love, so full of surprises. He always makes me laugh. He's got the most adorable smile I've ever seen. His lips are perfect. His hugs are the warmest. When I look him in the eyes, somehow I just know how much he loves me. And that's a whole lot. :) He's just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL THAT&lt;/span&gt;. Arif is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. And you know what the best part is? He's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;! :D And he's the one I'm going to marry in a few years time. Heeheee. Shhhh. *Blushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I love you, Arif. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1329435309654169898?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1329435309654169898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1329435309654169898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1329435309654169898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1329435309654169898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-blink-of-eye-arif-s-able-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/SEMgdwaJQJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VwwOql9lOc0/s72-c/MYbabyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-1013440128936479126</id><published>2008-06-01T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:31:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me just begin with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I hate everything&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that when something stupid happens, there's bound to be another one coming. Kind of like how in a big box, there's a smaller box and in it, there's one that's smaller than that. And it goes on and on.. and on until you're finally sick of it and you want to give up because it will never end. You know what I mean, right? That's the situation I'm in right now and I'm fucking sick of it. When will this end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I hate everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1013440128936479126?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1013440128936479126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1013440128936479126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1013440128936479126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1013440128936479126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-1864017094094213738</id><published>2008-05-05T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:19:01.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lumut</title><content type='html'>Errr. Yeah. I'll upload all the photos from the gig last weekend if I'm not so busy. But uhh.. Chances are, I'll be pretty busy this week 'cause my cousin's getting married or whatever. I'll probably just burn them into a CD and make 20 copies or something. For everyone who asked me for the photos. Gah! I'm supposed to be studying for the Biology test tomorrow but I'm already so sleepy-weepy. Smell ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1864017094094213738?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1864017094094213738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1864017094094213738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1864017094094213738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1864017094094213738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/lumut.html' title='lumut'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-6581429826180859136</id><published>2008-04-24T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:16:05.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My little brother just showed me this video- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killswitch Engage&lt;/span&gt;'s cover of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Diver&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="overflow: hidden; width: 100%; height: 218px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsiqtGnpU1w&amp;amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" scale="scale" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="247" width="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:14PM&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/34743737-6581429826180859136?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6581429826180859136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6581429826180859136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6581429826180859136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6581429826180859136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-little-brother-just-showed-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7360780869932257168</id><published>2008-04-24T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:14:49.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>This is a temporary layout. Cute kan? :) Anyway, I need to go mandi now 'cause I've got tuition at 5.30. Smell ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday, Najib. 20th April.&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday, Pikah. 22nd April.&lt;br /&gt;Happy advanced birthday, Mirah. 26th April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7360780869932257168?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7360780869932257168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7360780869932257168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7360780869932257168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7360780869932257168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7510643646220745416</id><published>2008-04-14T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:12:41.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cornsoup</title><content type='html'>Will post up photos soon. *&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. here's something really random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: When do cows go to sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: When it's pasture bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha I got that from &lt;em&gt;Reader's Digest&lt;/em&gt;. Here's another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a psychiatrist's office.&lt;br /&gt;"Doc," he says, "everytime I see 10 cents, 5 cents, 20 cents and 50 cents, I have a panic attack. What's wrong with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's easy," said the doctor. "You're just afraid of change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahha. Shut up, I'm obviously cool for appreciating lame jokes, okay? Oh, and &lt;em&gt;Hannah&lt;/em&gt; asked me something just about an hour ago. She asked my why &lt;em&gt;Wani &lt;/em&gt;threw butter out of the window, so I said I didn't know. Skali Hannah said "&lt;em&gt;Because she wanted to see a butterfly". &lt;/em&gt;Gahahahahahhahaha. Okay, okay. I know you're probably sick of this extra-lame post so I'll stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7510643646220745416?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7510643646220745416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7510643646220745416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7510643646220745416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7510643646220745416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/cornsoup.html' title='cornsoup'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7869295229232340095</id><published>2008-04-08T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:31:27.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah yeahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPDito_SI/AAAAAAAAADo/kTiejdM69Ac/s1600-h/ninani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186896686867873058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPDito_SI/AAAAAAAAADo/kTiejdM69Ac/s320/ninani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPECto_TI/AAAAAAAAADw/bN-ocTiigdo/s1600-h/mycalculator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186896695457807666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPECto_TI/AAAAAAAAADw/bN-ocTiigdo/s320/mycalculator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPEyto_UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-I6eOML8Dyo/s1600-h/mynas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186896708342709570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPEyto_UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-I6eOML8Dyo/s320/mynas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPFCto_VI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RfVpHNNKUlo/s1600-h/waddupppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186896712637676882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPFCto_VI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RfVpHNNKUlo/s320/waddupppl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPFSto_WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-J9VcQGX0XY/s1600-h/zilz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186896716932644194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPFSto_WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-J9VcQGX0XY/s320/zilz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm actually posting up pictures: I'm lonely. :( Hahahah. Jmfnkdsfhgd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7869295229232340095?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7869295229232340095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7869295229232340095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7869295229232340095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7869295229232340095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-yeah-yeahs.html' title='yeah yeah yeahs'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_uPDito_SI/AAAAAAAAADo/kTiejdM69Ac/s72-c/ninani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-687752688145783345</id><published>2008-04-02T21:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:18:42.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Memories Kill Me&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Rose On My Coffin Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I'm in my best mood today but who gives a flying fuck, right? I mean, it's not all about me 'cause let's face it, this isn't &lt;strong&gt;iora&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha. Okay, that was random. Hmm. You know what sucks? My interenet connection's been pretty slow lately- slower than an overweight snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my mom isn't home tonight because she went to visit my grandmother who got admitted to the hospital in Tutong, which I love because it's pretty. It's too bad the hospital in KB isn't as pretty as the one there 'cause it would surely make going to the hospital something to look forward to. Even if the nurses are old and cranky. Uhh.. anyway. I hope my grandmother's alright. She's been pretty weak lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arif is in Bandar with 4 of his friends. If anyone happens to see him, please inform me because I need him back with me as soon as possible. Hahaha relax- I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got a haircut on the last day of March. And I coloured it, too. *Gasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_ORByto_RI/AAAAAAAAADg/iaCKWEvkJVE/s1600-h/beaft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184647056012672274" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_ORByto_RI/AAAAAAAAADg/iaCKWEvkJVE/s320/beaft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't really see the colour-change because I took those pictures with my phone. Stupid N70. Hahaha. Hilmi got a a new phone haritu- N81 or something and it's so cool and I want it but he won't give it to me because our teacher punya parut buncit. I want Wali's phone, too. *Gives Wali the stink-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom promised me a car if I get good results for my O-levels. Hahaha. Shitbitch, I hope she isn't kidding. It didn't seem like she was though 'cause I asked her like, 20 times if she was serious and she said she was. Holy cow. Uhh.. But I don't think I should get excited because my results are gonna be crap. Eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I gotta go, my bed's pregnant! Hahaha. Man, imagine using that excuse in this situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; Why didn't you hand in your homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry, Cher. I haven't been able to focus on anything lately. It's just that.. my.. m-m-my.. my bed- my bed's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha. What the helllll. Okay, I'm such a loser. But I'm still using that excuse for why I need to go right now. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'd like you to watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="247" width="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5Giizci_y0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5Giizci_y0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="247" width="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-687752688145783345?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/687752688145783345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=687752688145783345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/687752688145783345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/687752688145783345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-sunshine.html' title='hello sunshine'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R_ORByto_RI/AAAAAAAAADg/iaCKWEvkJVE/s72-c/beaft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-5482234428652730773</id><published>2008-03-17T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:02:17.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha today = bitchfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R95ld00XRDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NBFlTPMLIfw/s1600-h/coooopiecakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R95ld00XRDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NBFlTPMLIfw/s320/coooopiecakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178688184591533106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R95orU0XREI/AAAAAAAAADY/OEwvE2fW4wA/s1600-h/ohhhyeahbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R95orU0XREI/AAAAAAAAADY/OEwvE2fW4wA/s320/ohhhyeahbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178691715054650434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday, Awie!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Mak Ani!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Kam!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, abang si Nadia- &lt;a href="http://www.kurapak.com/"&gt;Kurapak&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, everyone who came into the world on the 17th of March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I was all happy yesterday? Yeahhh, I knowww righttt? :D Yeah, whatever. Hahaha. Anyway, I totally screwed up my Physics test but it's okay. I think.  You know why? Because my brain was having a bitch-fit because of this stupid girl who's got pubes so bushy that it's possible that gorillas are already reproducing there. She doesn't have a fucking life. So I say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET ONE&lt;/span&gt;, bitch. Ada tu arah kadai $1.80. Haha apakan inda cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. The wild hog-ette wore heels today. She's so sexy. Mhmmm. *Rolls eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-5482234428652730773?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5482234428652730773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=5482234428652730773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5482234428652730773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5482234428652730773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha-today-bitchfit.html' title='haha today = bitchfit'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/R95ld00XRDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NBFlTPMLIfw/s72-c/coooopiecakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-4385054943666989788</id><published>2008-03-16T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:47:54.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a cheetah</title><content type='html'>So I found my old GIF. The one I made two years ago. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee208/holyfuckbatman/cme_2006_lynz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be revising my Physics and Commercial Studies but uhh. I don't feel like it. *Twirls hair. Anyways, did you guys know eggs are bad for your skin? Hahahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's something random. I was watching Friends the other day- no wait, I watch Friends everyday. Man, I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cool. Anyway, there was this scene where Chandler, Rachel and Ross were talking about something and it got me thinking. Do guys really need to think when their girlfriends do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girlfriend:&lt;/strong&gt; Babe, is she prettier than I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt; *Pauses for a few minutes to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;                         Umm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. Big mistake. Guys are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; supposed to think about that kind of stuff because they &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; they're supposed to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; What kind of guy would tell his girlfriend that another girl is prettier than her? What kind of guy would even dare to think that another girl is prettier than her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Jerks, dicks, assholes, fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of guys who cheat or sort of cheat behind their girlfriends' backs and it hurts to just watch or listen especially when you know both of them really well because you fucking don't know what to do. It's like, if you tell the girl, the guy will hate you forever; if you don't tell the girl, she'll find out one day and she'll be mad at you for sort of lying to her. And you have no idea what to do to be &lt;em&gt;on the fence&lt;/em&gt; because keeping quiet is definitely &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; being on the fence because it would be sort of like lying in an indirect kind of way or something. So yeah, it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sucks. Plus, since it's happening so much, you just can't help but get really paranoid. Why would a guy cheat on someone who really loves them to bits and pieces? That's just stupid. And this issue is the major cause of female homosexuality. According to my calculations, I think 96.7% of females in the world are going to end up being lesbians if guys don't stop fucking cheating on their girfriends. Okay, I'm kidding, I didn't calculate anything. I just made that up, but seriously. Guys shouldn't take their girlfriends for granted. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNLESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the girlfriend is a &lt;strong&gt;cheating-fucking-bitch&lt;/strong&gt; herself, of course. :) That is definitely an exception. In those cases, I say, CHEAT ON HER! FUCKING CHEATTTT ON HERRRR! *Puts on psychotic smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was all out of randomness. It's not a bitch-fit. I repeat, it's not a bitch-fit. I'm in my happiest state right now and I'm &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; in love with Arif Amshhar. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4385054943666989788?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4385054943666989788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4385054943666989788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4385054943666989788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4385054943666989788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/youre-cheetah.html' title='you&apos;re a cheetah'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-481964650737045834</id><published>2008-03-11T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:38:37.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smelly cat</title><content type='html'>Turns out that gig was cancelled for my dearest ROMCD and STB, and some of my friends contacted one of SIHE's members before the night they were supposedly going to play at TT Blues- hello, they didn't even know they were supposed to perform. What the hell? What kind of pathetic little fucker would do such a thing spreading those stupid rumors just so those kick-ass bands wouldn't get to perform? Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. *Twirls hair. Hello, people! I know, I know. Most people are complaining because I don't update as much as I used to and I'm really sorry. Here, let me just put on my puppy-dog face. *Puts on puppy-dog face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my birthday was 12 days ago. Happy belated birthday, me! It was awesome, I celebrated for three nights with different groups of people. But Arif came a long on all of them because he's special. But what isn't awesome is that I didn't get to spend it with my cousins and I didn't get to spend it with Nadya. I miss you, Nad! And Zee had to leave two days before my birthday. But it's okay, I got a lot of cute presents- I didn't know people still get presents at this age. Wait, my grandmother's like.. what? 80? And she gets a lot of presents. So yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing sucks. My big party this March is.. cancelled. Damn it! But I might throw a party in November or December though. So yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching FRIENDS from the 1st season onwards because I missed it. Hahaha. It's funny how I've been watching that since I was a kid and I still remember some lines and scenes. I mean, how could I remember those if I didn't really get it back then? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, by the way. So sick that my drawer was filled up with tissues by 4th period and everyone said I looked horrible and pale. I had to leave school during recess. I went to see the doctor at the health center in Panaga and she gave me the day off + the next day because I seriously needed rest. And now, it's like half past 2AM and I'm awake because I slept at 5PM. And I had my meds about two hours ago and I think they're kicking in so I'm going to Lala-land now and meet-up with Mr. Double-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 2 days till 1st term exams. Holy shit, mother of pearl. I haven't done my hardcore-revision yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-481964650737045834?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/481964650737045834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=481964650737045834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/481964650737045834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/481964650737045834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/smelly-cat.html' title='smelly cat'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-2555564783330066497</id><published>2008-02-08T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:46:31.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee208/holyfuckbatman/eryhetyht.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooooo-ey. But Sadness In Her Eyes will be playing at TT Blues on the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a lot of people have been complaining about how I don't blog anymore. Sorry guys. I've been busy. I think. Or maybe it's because my butt isn't getting any smaller and it's making me a lazypoo. Plus I've been spending a lot of time with Arif so yeah. *Giggles in guilt. We watched fireworks together and it was so beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? 19 days 'till my birthday. My mom said I could throw a party but it's gonna be in March during the holidays. Beats nothing right? So yeah, I agreed to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad says too much Green Tea is bad. But I could care less 'cause I'm like, SO into it. Like, y'know? *Sticks out tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2555564783330066497?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2555564783330066497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2555564783330066497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2555564783330066497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2555564783330066497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/toast.html' title='toast'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-3399299637778966284</id><published>2008-01-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:25:12.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd break in two over you.</title><content type='html'>How can something you can't see be so beautiful? How can something so beautiful cause so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it when people take you for granted- seriously. Especially someone you love. It's like, you do so much for them but they don't appreciate you. It hurts.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-3399299637778966284?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3399299637778966284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=3399299637778966284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3399299637778966284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3399299637778966284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/01/id-break-in-two-over-you.html' title='i&apos;d break in two over you.'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-6883891492995239981</id><published>2008-01-07T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:15:32.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buns and noses</title><content type='html'>Happy new year guys! Sorry I haven't been updating. It's my O Level year and I don't think I'll have time for CME. But I'll try to update whenever I get a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I so want a can of Sour Cream and Onion Pringles right now. Buuuut it's on my dressing table which is like 150 centimeters away from me. :( And it's bedtime. So yeah. *Slaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-6883891492995239981?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6883891492995239981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6883891492995239981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6883891492995239981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6883891492995239981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/01/buns-and-noses.html' title='buns and noses'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-8444768721710906900</id><published>2007-11-19T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:31:57.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little boxes</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah. I know. You're probably wondering why I haven't been blogging. Okay, um. I have a reasonable explanation. I got married. Hahaha okay, okay, so that wasn't funny. I didn't get married. I was just.. busy. I mean come on, being the new girl in school, I had to take a lot of time fitting my fat ass in. And I also had to do a lot of last minute studying for exams. Sure, I pay attention in class.. just not to the teachers. I pay attention to my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I should have started blogging on the 12th of November 'cause that's when my holidays started, but I didn't because I just didn't feel like it. But now I kind of do so shut up and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out. But not as much as when I was still busy with school. I finished watching Weeds Season 1 and 2 in two days 'cause I had nothing better to do. I love Weeds. Weeds = good shit. Hahahah get it? Okay, shut up, I know I'm not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think I've turned into a boring person. Hahahaha. Shit. Uhh, yeah. I'm out of words so I'm gonna go eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-8444768721710906900?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8444768721710906900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=8444768721710906900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/8444768721710906900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/8444768721710906900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-boxes.html' title='little boxes'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-4925389550159353991</id><published>2007-10-08T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:43:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; Forgotten (Lost Angels) by Lamb Of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a negative person. Hahahah. I don't know if I'm the only one who gets this but yeah whatever. You know when you hear about people getting cancer or getting some sort of fatal disease or something really bad happening to them when they give birth or shit like that, rightt? Do you ever go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, shit. That's probably going to happen to me. I just know it," &lt;/span&gt;? 'Cause I do.  All the time.  I need a shrink. Hahahahahah. *Opens phone directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of school. And you know what that means? I'm probably not going. Hahaha. Because I'm bad&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, my god! Raya's coming. Yayyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4925389550159353991?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4925389550159353991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4925389550159353991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4925389550159353991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4925389550159353991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/boink.html' title='boink'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-1790354459657700719</id><published>2007-10-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:16:22.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sold</title><content type='html'>It's funny how one person can make you feel sad all day long and is able to turn everything sunny-side up in just a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; always leave me with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1790354459657700719?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1790354459657700719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1790354459657700719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1790354459657700719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1790354459657700719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/sold.html' title='sold'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-1475669009796063857</id><published>2007-09-25T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:23:41.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phlower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the sunset in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1475669009796063857?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1475669009796063857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1475669009796063857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1475669009796063857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1475669009796063857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/phlower.html' title='phlower'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7974087864864033776</id><published>2007-09-21T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:26:40.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twelve</title><content type='html'>12 days. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7974087864864033776?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7974087864864033776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7974087864864033776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7974087864864033776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7974087864864033776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/twelve.html' title='twelve'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-944720518674294093</id><published>2007-09-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:25:35.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your body, my wonderland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till Arif's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-944720518674294093?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/944720518674294093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=944720518674294093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/944720518674294093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/944720518674294093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-body-my-wonderland.html' title='your body, my wonderland.'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7637367039195509471</id><published>2007-09-18T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:03:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>racoon, walk with me in hell</title><content type='html'>I know this is wrong especially since it's Ramadhan and all. But yeah. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; nice to have a dad who tells you you're a fuck-up every now and then. Anyone want an extra dad? Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kdkjfkjdfjfkndfsodfhgdgsfhsdhsgfe. I need _____. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhhh. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7637367039195509471?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7637367039195509471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7637367039195509471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7637367039195509471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7637367039195509471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/racoon-walk-with-me-in-hell.html' title='racoon, walk with me in hell'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-3234278083212205806</id><published>2007-09-14T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:20:27.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure blood</title><content type='html'>So here's something awesome. It's a song called Memories Kill Me by Rose On My Coffin Door. They're fuckin' awesome. Fuckin' serious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EX5MRkM27PE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EX5MRkM27PE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-3234278083212205806?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3234278083212205806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=3234278083212205806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3234278083212205806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3234278083212205806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/pure-blood.html' title='pure blood'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7902213735477925805</id><published>2007-09-08T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:40:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RuJlPKpxbjI/AAAAAAAAACw/7B68bwEDZ3s/s1600-h/ayoiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RuJlPKpxbjI/AAAAAAAAACw/7B68bwEDZ3s/s400/ayoiii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107756238623567410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is another drawing by my cousin. Talk about anger management. Hahahahahah. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beg 'till you die, I still won't say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hahahaha. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm bored out of my mind because I'm not in Miri watching local bands perform. Shit. And my battery was fully charged for that. Shhhiit. Oh, well, at least I'm still Lynz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, an elephant named Thumberella died in the sky. That's why it was raining all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7902213735477925805?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7902213735477925805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7902213735477925805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7902213735477925805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7902213735477925805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/pops.html' title='pops'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RuJlPKpxbjI/AAAAAAAAACw/7B68bwEDZ3s/s72-c/ayoiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-2983626003619846872</id><published>2007-09-07T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:39:03.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some-hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Smother Me by The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could stare at your face for the rest of my days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;A brilliant woman told me once that when shit happens, there's no need to be all fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt; and blame it on anyone 'cause everything that happens has already been planned by god even before we existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be one of those psychos who would keep their feelings inside and cry to themselves at night and then the next day at school, I'd laugh like a fucking pig like nothing was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I faked my happiness. I was never happy. But I'm not like that anymore. Thanks to that brilliant woman, Mom. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm alone time goes so slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and how my mistakes have made your heart break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still I need you here with me &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/34743737-2983626003619846872?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2983626003619846872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2983626003619846872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2983626003619846872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2983626003619846872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-hand.html' title='some-hand'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7075456410584136340</id><published>2007-08-31T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:36:06.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ding-dong</title><content type='html'>This is the most interesting question anyone's ever asked me this month. And tomorrow's the 1st of September:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104826658610834978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/Rtf8zKpxbiI/AAAAAAAAACo/ub4ffGA9QPk/s400/di92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7075456410584136340?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7075456410584136340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7075456410584136340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7075456410584136340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7075456410584136340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/ding-dong.html' title='ding-dong'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/Rtf8zKpxbiI/AAAAAAAAACo/ub4ffGA9QPk/s72-c/di92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-4462000862499157428</id><published>2007-08-28T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:23:09.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youre right</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you're in love with nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;you're in love with no one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're in love with nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4462000862499157428?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4462000862499157428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4462000862499157428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4462000862499157428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4462000862499157428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/youre-right.html' title='youre right'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-8271364574213388788</id><published>2007-08-28T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:29:16.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geck-o</title><content type='html'>My cousin seriously has nothing to do. She's been drawing. And this one's my favourite. Hahahah.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RtPmBqpxbhI/AAAAAAAAACg/Czcb9zwODNE/s1600-h/ayoiAHHAHA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103675719044656658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RtPmBqpxbhI/AAAAAAAAACg/Czcb9zwODNE/s400/ayoiAHHAHA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-8271364574213388788?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8271364574213388788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=8271364574213388788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/8271364574213388788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/8271364574213388788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/geck-o.html' title='geck-o'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RtPmBqpxbhI/AAAAAAAAACg/Czcb9zwODNE/s72-c/ayoiAHHAHA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-307992174369560249</id><published>2007-08-27T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:56:48.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>left behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Forsaken by As I Lay Dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really have any lessons today so it was pretty sweet. And I'm currently bored out of my mind. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-307992174369560249?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/307992174369560249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=307992174369560249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/307992174369560249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/307992174369560249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/left-behind.html' title='left behind'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-4846331844982834058</id><published>2007-08-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:30:45.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elephig</title><content type='html'>So.. this just in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney's so fucked up, she fucked a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Jamal Abdillah's into metal now.&lt;br /&gt;Man Kidal is emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa's anorexic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair looks like rat-poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4846331844982834058?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4846331844982834058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4846331844982834058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4846331844982834058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4846331844982834058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/elephig.html' title='elephig'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7012418743586720690</id><published>2007-08-24T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:49:14.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Something to get excited about:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102201540239781378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/Rs6pRKpxbgI/AAAAAAAAACY/AzXP3-gLNO0/s400/mirigigflyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7012418743586720690?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7012418743586720690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7012418743586720690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7012418743586720690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7012418743586720690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/edge.html' title='edge'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/Rs6pRKpxbgI/AAAAAAAAACY/AzXP3-gLNO0/s72-c/mirigigflyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-2951246135238862877</id><published>2007-08-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:19:21.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>238 pieces of shit</title><content type='html'>Top 10 Best Breakdowns in Metalcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNnlfvtWRKw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNnlfvtWRKw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video of this chick Metalcore band, and let me just say.. &lt;strong&gt;THEY SUCK DONKEYBALLS&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahahahahahahahahahah. Check them out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XinpIXNjNLU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XinpIXNjNLU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find this song cute. It makes me smilee. But only with two &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;'s. 'Cause I wear multi-coloured panties. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tbFL9dspH1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tbFL9dspH1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And because I feel corny right now&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if the sun came tumbling down, you light the ground I walk on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if the moon fell out the sky, you light the ground I walk on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2951246135238862877?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2951246135238862877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2951246135238862877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2951246135238862877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2951246135238862877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/238-pieces-of-shit.html' title='238 pieces of shit'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-2243372259230513491</id><published>2007-08-23T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:35:23.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this vicious cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never wanted and I never cared before. Now take it all back, this is a new day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. empty. Fuckin' serious. So yeah, I'm gonna go stare at one of my red walls now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2243372259230513491?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2243372259230513491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2243372259230513491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2243372259230513491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2243372259230513491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-vicious-cycle.html' title='this vicious cycle'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-4597956159873324419</id><published>2007-08-22T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:25:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seperation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3tqWfjYqdk" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just downloaded As I Lay Dying's new album, &lt;em&gt;An Ocean Between Us&lt;/em&gt; and this is the song currently stuck in my head. :DD But my favourite's Bury Us All. It's so sexy it turns me on. Hahahahahahahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have all heard what we wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;"Truth" that sounds right to our ears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4597956159873324419?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4597956159873324419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4597956159873324419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4597956159873324419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4597956159873324419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/seperation.html' title='seperation'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-4522950077185163108</id><published>2007-08-22T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:40:46.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>donuts and bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The boy in red on my front porch last night.&lt;/strong&gt; Eeeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Azhar, an old classmate from primary school today who I haven't seen for 8 or 9 years, during recess. He's all grown up now. Aww. Oh, wait. We all are. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the form fives sang me a birthday song today for no reason. Oh, wait. No, it's probably 'cause I'm new. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand I might pay a visit to PDS real soon. Saturday, most probably. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go rape a box of Milo now. Oh, yeahhh. For your information, I make love to Milo. Yes, the drink. And then, I'm heading off to &lt;strong&gt;Day Lala-Land&lt;/strong&gt;. And if that mission fails, I'll post another entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4522950077185163108?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4522950077185163108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4522950077185163108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4522950077185163108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4522950077185163108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/donuts-and-bananas.html' title='donuts and bananas'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-4022926362358874329</id><published>2007-08-18T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T14:45:36.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubber-dickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RsaQQqpxbfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EhJAF2UdLYM/s1600-h/boboriff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099922244045467122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RsaQQqpxbfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EhJAF2UdLYM/s320/boboriff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I miss the guy whose name is written on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pasal semut cool."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently munching on:&lt;/b&gt; Oreo Double Delight: Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Chocolate Creme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; Jhdhefdfdvhbdd. Translation: Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Laiqa a horse last night 'cause she's slept with 20 guys eversince I left PDS. Talk about sex therapy. Hahahahahahahahah. Okay, okay. That was a lie. But I did call her a horse. Oh, horse = whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new discovery today. Hehehehehehehe. *&lt;b&gt;BLUSHES&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I look into your eyes, I see ten million babies made by you and me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4022926362358874329?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4022926362358874329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4022926362358874329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4022926362358874329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4022926362358874329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/rubber-duckie.html' title='rubber-dickie'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RsaQQqpxbfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EhJAF2UdLYM/s72-c/boboriff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-2903996406719159412</id><published>2007-08-17T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:58:27.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead-letters and vodka-kisses</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I almost died of boredom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099620539772792290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RsV93KpxbeI/AAAAAAAAACI/P8oJttkKPWU/s320/webcammboredomkills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lee-Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2903996406719159412?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2903996406719159412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2903996406719159412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2903996406719159412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2903996406719159412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/pfffft.html' title='dead-letters and vodka-kisses'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RsV93KpxbeI/AAAAAAAAACI/P8oJttkKPWU/s72-c/webcammboredomkills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-3376739012977970325</id><published>2007-08-16T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:02:57.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; told me he/she'll be right back but he/she didn't come back. Okay, maybe I'm just pathetic. Okay, maybe not 'maybe'. &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;. And that's not all I am. I'm also a freak and I'm immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day in St John's was alright. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have &lt;strong&gt;Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder&lt;/strong&gt;. I think. I repeat. &lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;. You know me. I exaggerate a lot. Like, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;overthink&lt;/strong&gt;, too. Which is why I can't sleep sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cry a lot. But I wasn't supposed to tell you that. So forget I said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr.. I laugh a lot. :p I'm gonna try going to sleep now. Lala-land always makes me happy. *&lt;b&gt;TWIRLS HAIR&lt;/b&gt;. But I have trouble getting there sometimes. As I said before. Which sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-3376739012977970325?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3376739012977970325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=3376739012977970325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3376739012977970325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3376739012977970325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/fish.html' title='fish'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-9003074485437678274</id><published>2007-08-16T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:16:32.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>Oh, my god. Hell bitch-slapped me in the face. ://////////////&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-9003074485437678274?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9003074485437678274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=9003074485437678274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/9003074485437678274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/9003074485437678274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-2677429070747874593</id><published>2007-08-15T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:26:25.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another cold day</title><content type='html'>Oh, my goddd. I've been telling everyone that I might be going to either St Jame's or Perdana Wazir and guess which school's registration form my parents ended up filling out? St John's! Hahahahahahahah. Damn, son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2677429070747874593?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2677429070747874593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2677429070747874593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2677429070747874593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2677429070747874593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-cold-day.html' title='another cold day'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-1002870638702515384</id><published>2007-08-14T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:37:08.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ending to my story</title><content type='html'>I have an excuse for not posting up the pictures I promised. I didn't take any good pictures. 0:] Whaaaaaaat? Don't look at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RsFoASMmIsI/AAAAAAAAACA/vyhXenQnC4w/s1600-h/hahahahahahahah+arif.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098470607254069954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RsFoASMmIsI/AAAAAAAAACA/vyhXenQnC4w/s320/hahahahahahahah+arif.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah. Yes, we were singing to &lt;strong&gt;Crawling In The Dark&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Rose On My Coffin Door's performing in Miri in September. More details soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1002870638702515384?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1002870638702515384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1002870638702515384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1002870638702515384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1002870638702515384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-excuse-for-not-posting-up.html' title='the ending to my story'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RsFoASMmIsI/AAAAAAAAACA/vyhXenQnC4w/s72-c/hahahahahahahah+arif.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-6392207055694130270</id><published>2007-08-12T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:35:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peacocks and toilets</title><content type='html'>I went out today to see the classic rafting thingy, or whatever it's called, which was &lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;, by the way. And I saw.. PDS students! Well, only the ones I used to play chinese drums with. Not that I'm any good or anything. HAHAHAH. Shut up, you. Anyway. They were all telling me how much they miss me. Awww. *&lt;b&gt;CRIES&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arif's dad bullied me today. Along with some of his other relatives or his dad's friends. I don't know who they are. Hahahahahahahah. *&lt;b&gt;CRIES AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;. But it's okay, 'cause everyone says he's like that. Including Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Bam's driving sucks when he's feeling guilty about something. And &lt;u&gt;he's in-&lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt;-sane&lt;/u&gt; when &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;'s not around. Fuckin' serious. Hahahah. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shazuan just realized something about his nose today.&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered that female &lt;em&gt;peacocks&lt;/em&gt; are called peahens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw a shitload of things unimaginable today. Mohawks made of feather dusters, vampires in daylight, all kinds of ghosts paddling a boat, a seven-year-old version of me, an African-American vampire who owns a pro-camera, Arif wearing a red long-sleeve t-shirt, me mowing 'grass' with a plastic chair, and so much more! You should've been there, whoever you are. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be posted up tomorrow. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes, the drummer of Rose On My Coffin Door is on my layout now.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehe. *&lt;b&gt;TWIRLS HAIR&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-6392207055694130270?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6392207055694130270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6392207055694130270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6392207055694130270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6392207055694130270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/peacocks-and-toilets.html' title='peacocks and toilets'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-3014794555240602368</id><published>2007-08-11T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:41:11.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's dive in</title><content type='html'>So yeah, it's been one week since I've tasted school. I feel like a hobo with unlimited internet access. And I shower. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; I have a toe. Most hobos don't have toes. And most people don't know this, but female hobos are called hobo-ettes. And yes, I made that up. Y'know why? 'Cause I'm cool. *Puts sunglasses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my schoolmates. Especially the one I have &lt;em&gt;mind-bluetooth&lt;/em&gt; connection with everyday in class. The one who flicks her fringe. Hahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thought inside my heart. I said that I don't need you, but I'm a liar, I swear I do, I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caliban is &lt;b&gt;sick&lt;/b&gt;. I love them. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's a 30-second preview of one of their songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/97lLnaNyy0" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likeeeeee &lt;em&gt;youuu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-3014794555240602368?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3014794555240602368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=3014794555240602368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3014794555240602368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3014794555240602368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-question-me-about-content-im-not.html' title='let&apos;s dive in'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-1742345122063347898</id><published>2007-08-11T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:19:00.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always wanting you</title><content type='html'>Okay, so that layout wasn't pretty. So yeah. I changed it back to my old layout. Hahahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1742345122063347898?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1742345122063347898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1742345122063347898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1742345122063347898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1742345122063347898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/always-wanting-you.html' title='always wanting you'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-6048329702301070978</id><published>2007-08-09T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:37:34.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lick her</title><content type='html'>Yayyy. I changed the layout. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-6048329702301070978?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6048329702301070978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6048329702301070978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6048329702301070978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6048329702301070978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/lick-her.html' title='lick her'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-3963943204527490230</id><published>2007-08-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:38:15.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lick him</title><content type='html'>My life isn't as interesting as before, so I couldn't be bothered to update. Hahahahah. But I will soon. And I'll change the friggin layout 'cause I'm getting sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-3963943204527490230?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3963943204527490230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=3963943204527490230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3963943204527490230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3963943204527490230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-life-isnt-as-interesting-as-before.html' title='lick him'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-5925729822219143936</id><published>2007-07-17T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:41:09.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought a piece of the longest cake in the world yesterday! :D I guess Rizqun was tryna get into the Guiness World Records or something. And I didn't even bother to check the spelling 'cause I'm procrastinating. I'm supposed to be doing somethingelse, goddamnit! According to Nicky, The Snakes are performing on Friday at TT Blues Cafe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-5925729822219143936?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5925729822219143936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=5925729822219143936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5925729822219143936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5925729822219143936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-bought-piece-of-longest-cake-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-6334522174111246535</id><published>2007-07-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T16:35:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell-ohhh! Guess what? I almost died last week. Well, I don't know about that but it certainly felt like it. I had a fever for a whole week. I was too sick to go to the hospital on the first two days. On the third day, I finally went to the hospital and guess what they gave me. A fucking injection on the back of my hand. Owww. &lt;em&gt;Sakit&lt;/em&gt;. And then they made me stay there for a while for observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't attend school for 5 days. Awesome eh? &lt;strong&gt;MY ASS&lt;/strong&gt;! I've missed out so much so I've got to catch up. I'm still a little sick today. Everyone kept telling me how pale I was this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drove me to school today.. and back. He even took me out to for lunch before heading home. I was pretty excited when my mom told me the night before 'cause it's usually the driver driving me to school and elsewhere. Okay, yeah, yeah, I'm pathetic. Not like you don't already know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mayday Parade&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Scenes From A Movie&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Project 86&lt;/b&gt; are awesome bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;22 days till Voice Of The Shadows Fest '07!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-6334522174111246535?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6334522174111246535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6334522174111246535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6334522174111246535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6334522174111246535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/hell-ohhh-guess-what-i-almost-died-last.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-5527564486032833776</id><published>2007-07-03T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:46:46.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty excited about this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082901704260516034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RooYK26s-MI/AAAAAAAAABw/iU0vhFX1Vyk/s320/AUGUST5THFLYERcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I want a MMS t-shirt, pretty please? Anyway. Here's what happened last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Transformers with a bunch of cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One-year-old nephew's birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Misato with cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made Hanna cry 'cause we threw her a surprise birthday party at Muara Beach.. with cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Tutong Beach after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Beach marathon :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a superextraordinarismo weekend. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUE AND HANNA! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:red;"&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/34743737-5527564486032833776?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5527564486032833776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=5527564486032833776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5527564486032833776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5527564486032833776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-pretty-excited-about-this-i-want-mms.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RooYK26s-MI/AAAAAAAAABw/iU0vhFX1Vyk/s72-c/AUGUST5THFLYERcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-1566573756296970430</id><published>2007-06-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:38:52.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first day of school was alright. Surprisingly. Hahahahahahah. Dayat's my new temporary seatmate. ('Cause Faizal, my original seatmate misses Syazwi) And we've been talking about shit. Like. Good shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1566573756296970430?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1566573756296970430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1566573756296970430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1566573756296970430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1566573756296970430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-day-of-school-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-8208395915947006684</id><published>2007-06-24T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:41:08.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, my god. &lt;strong&gt;The Number 23&lt;/strong&gt; is fucking awesome. You have got to see that movie. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is on the 27th of February. February is the second month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;2 7 2 :&lt;br /&gt;2 + 2 = 4,&lt;br /&gt;27 - 4 = &lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that? Twenty-fucking-three. Shiiiit. The movie really messes with your mind, man. But it's totally like. Wishful thinking, or something. But still, it's fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I watched the fucking movie on the 23rd of June without even realizing it. Kewellllll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-8208395915947006684?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8208395915947006684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=8208395915947006684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/8208395915947006684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/8208395915947006684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7413123243097157696</id><published>2007-06-22T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:02:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cinta&lt;/b&gt; is such a beautiful movieeee. I'm such a.. I don't know. I'm so pathetic. I love movies that make me cry like &lt;em&gt;kerayzee&lt;/em&gt;. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-7413123243097157696?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7413123243097157696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7413123243097157696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7413123243097157696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7413123243097157696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/cinta-is-such-beautiful-movieeee.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-705128834550265349</id><published>2007-06-15T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:30:14.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched Catch and Release yesterday with Hanna and my mom. Nobody was in the cinema except for the three of us. Hahah. Not like that's a first or anything. Anyway, it was a nice movie. Really. :) Especially if you're the type who likes a good movie that can make you cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-705128834550265349?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/705128834550265349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=705128834550265349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/705128834550265349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/705128834550265349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-watched-catch-and-release-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-454865195546171332</id><published>2007-06-10T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:57:36.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RmvXPFEH1XI/AAAAAAAAABY/LvaInY9EojI/s1600-h/cams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074386059220473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RmvXPFEH1XI/AAAAAAAAABY/LvaInY9EojI/s320/cams.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Left&lt;/b&gt;; The object of my desire. &lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;; A hand-me-down camera my mom used to take my baby pictures with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah. I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-454865195546171332?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/454865195546171332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=454865195546171332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/454865195546171332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/454865195546171332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/left-object-of-my-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RmvXPFEH1XI/AAAAAAAAABY/LvaInY9EojI/s72-c/cams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-201477703967202033</id><published>2007-06-07T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:09:36.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it okay:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I can see air. I know, I know. I bet I sound pretty stupid right now. Not to mention ridiculous. But that's just me. I mean, who else thinks Ridsect should be a fragrance called 'Marvellouso' besides me? Hahahahahahahahahahahahah. No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm finished with my exams. I sat for my last paper today. From today onwards, I'm going to be downloading a shitload of TVshows so I can flatten my butt by sitting all day staring at my laptop screen. Not that flattening my butt is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to the people who are taking Additional Math, goodluck. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purevolume.com/airholes"&gt;Airholes&lt;/a&gt; cancelled their gig at SRC tomorrow because one of their band members' father passed away of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meningitis"&gt;Meningitis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-201477703967202033?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/201477703967202033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=201477703967202033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/201477703967202033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/201477703967202033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/words-i-need-to-hear-to-always-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-1082326289262176770</id><published>2007-06-05T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:57:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=22926299"&gt;Arif&lt;/a&gt; showed me some videos from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nardwuar"&gt;Nardwuar&lt;/a&gt;. He's annoying but I love his interviews. Hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfbmC18sTBo"&gt;Nardwuar VS Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX1QTa5m6_w"&gt;Nardwuar VS Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k64Z2qQZsKA"&gt;Nardwuar VS Davey Havok and Jade Puget from AFI.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Evq8BLxCVbY"&gt;Nardwuar VS Gerard Way and Ray Toro from My Chemical Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FvIsf57U7c"&gt;Nardwuar VS Snoop Dogg.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see the rest &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/NardwuarServiette"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite has got to be the &lt;b&gt;P!ATD&lt;/b&gt; interview 'cause Brendon laughed a lot. He's so cuteeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1082326289262176770?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1082326289262176770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1082326289262176770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1082326289262176770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1082326289262176770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/arif-showed-me-some-videos-from.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-3138979357295500869</id><published>2007-06-04T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:14:10.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shrek 3 was friggin' hilarious, just like the first and second one. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be revising Physics and Biology now. So uhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-3138979357295500869?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3138979357295500869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=3138979357295500869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3138979357295500869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3138979357295500869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/shrek-3-was-friggin-hilarious-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-976260548813629098</id><published>2007-06-02T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:26:36.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RmEQvJ0xnbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dZx2M6LkTNI/s1600-h/SKSKTEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071353057673059762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RmEQvJ0xnbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dZx2M6LkTNI/s320/SKSKTEE.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, the girl on the right is the girl on my Scary Kids Scaring Kids tee. Hahahahahaha. Okay, okay. You've guessed it. I don't have a clue what to blog about but I really wanted to 'cause I feel like it. So I'm just pointing out the obvious. Anyway, I found out who she was 'cause E! told me. Yes, yes. E! as in the channel E! Am I making you go E! as in &lt;strong&gt;EEEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;? Hahahahahahahaha. I hope I am. I'll be bringing cupcakes for my classmates on the day I have been longing for all my life, the day all the devils escape from hell, the day.. I sit for my last paper. Hehehehehehehehehe. Exaggerating. Yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince last month, I've been dancing to this song every morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[REMOVED]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-976260548813629098?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/976260548813629098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=976260548813629098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/976260548813629098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/976260548813629098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-you-can-see-girl-on-right-is-girl-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnduXG-7tQU/RmEQvJ0xnbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dZx2M6LkTNI/s72-c/SKSKTEE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-1715693465616081345</id><published>2007-05-31T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:17:09.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Air-Conditioner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, seriously, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; listening to the air-conditioner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Liyana a.k.a Nana. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody's a stalker. Hahahahahah. Including myself, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when you trust someone with a secret and he/she really convinces you that he/she won't tell anyone and you stupidly believe him/her. Then, the next thing you know, you find him/her telling someone right in front of your face and doesn't make it such a big deal when it really is and you can't really say anything 'cause it would be embarassing. Or if he/she didn't do it directly, he/she would ask questions or throw hints at you in front of your own friends so you'd spill the beans yourself. Don't you just hate that? 'Cause you know what? I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; that. I'm just so gullible sometimes. Well, not when it comes to annoying sales-girls in the shampoo isle trying to convince me that my hair is dry and I should use an expensive shampoo like vidal sassoon or something. Hahahah. They're really annoying though. Sometimes I'm tempted to tell them to fuck off but you know me. I'm nice. *Flips hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, anyway. A little hint for &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;. Here are some things &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; said that made some people change the way they look at &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;. But of course, they're not &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;r exact words. And obviously, only some people would know these; the person who said it to a certain someone i.e. &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;, the someone &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; said it to and the person who heard &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; saying it to the someone, etc. Oh, and if you're not in PDS, don't worry 'cause the &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; I'm talking about is definitely not you. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;; Is that the first time you've been to his house? Oh, my god. I've only been here for a few months and I've already been to his house a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;; I know more people than you do and you've been here longer than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;; Hah! I passed up all my work, I'm such a good student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;; Ewww, why do you even like him? He's so not hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; gave away so many secrets when people have already told &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; not to. Do &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; know how that feels? Do &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; know how I feel? And &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; never even apologized after all those things &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;'ve done. And &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;'ve hurt so many people with your jokes. A little advise; if &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; want friends, all &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;'ve got to do is be nice. Not asking them if they've already had sex or how long their dicks are or whatsoever. I mean, really, &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #83ccce"&gt;would it kill &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; to be nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm. Didn't think so. And I wasn't planning on making this such a big deal but since &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; did, I'm going to, too. :] But don't worry, I'm not going to tell everyone about it so they'd stop being friends with &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;. 'Cause that's just low; that's sad; that's pathetic; that's weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this wasn't useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the people in school who have been annoying me and Laiqa by asking questions about this certain someone, &lt;b&gt;STOP IT&lt;/b&gt;. I think we can handle this by ourselves. Please and thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1715693465616081345?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1715693465616081345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1715693465616081345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1715693465616081345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1715693465616081345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/air-conditioner-no-seriously-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-7835688347070995170</id><published>2007-05-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:09:32.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do birds suddenly appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Every time you are near?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Close to you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aXZKwbpTKV"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aXZKwbpTKV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everything's fucked-up nowadays. Makes me think the world's actually coming to an end or something. But that's just me; I tend to exaggerate a lot. Hahahahahahah. Uhhh, anyway. Listening to this song is so. :]] It's like all the bad things just fly out of your mind and all you ever think about is love. It's a wonderful feeling. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/34743737-7835688347070995170?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7835688347070995170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=7835688347070995170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7835688347070995170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/7835688347070995170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-birds-suddenly-appear-every-time.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-5054294189717035646</id><published>2007-05-23T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:36:03.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had no idea Anthony Green is in Circa Survive now. I thought the only way I could hear his voice again was to listen to the old Saosin songs on my old PC. Well, not anymore. I'm going to listen to Circa like, everyday from now on. 'Cause I miss his voice. Hehehehehehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-5054294189717035646?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5054294189717035646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=5054294189717035646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5054294189717035646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5054294189717035646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-had-no-idea-anthony-green-is-in-circa.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-4728797992917191286</id><published>2007-05-19T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:38:50.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Mighty Morphin Power Rangers Theme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a really random testimonial I wrote for my cousins last year on the 23rd of August, to be exact. And it's good shit, I tell you. You should read it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, whenever I wanna go out but can't 'cause nada transport teringat ku our beautiful story of riding on wild boars or should I just say &lt;em&gt;babi hutan&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailor Jupiter; Zilz- Riding on Tommy Pickles the babi.&lt;br /&gt;Sailor Mars; Hanna- Riding on Angelica Pickles the babi.&lt;br /&gt;Sailor Moon; Lynz- Riding on Chuckie Finster the babi.&lt;br /&gt;Sailor Venus; Iznie- Riding on Lillian DeVille the babi.&lt;br /&gt;Sailor Mercury; Nani- Riding on Phillip DeVille the babi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And as we were &lt;strong&gt;RIDIN' DURTEH&lt;/strong&gt; on our wild boars. We felt as cool as bikers on their Harleys. Only difference was we were riding on &lt;strong&gt;WILD BOARS&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway. We were passing by that kadai cina- MOHSENG to be exact.. We saw. JENG JENG.. Alek a.k.a Eswadi looking all cool in his spider car, which i think is a car that has no roof. So yeah, it's cool. And my &lt;em&gt;jeng-jeng&lt;/em&gt; was so lame btw. Anyway. He was on his way back to 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilz; Oh shit you guys! It's Alek!&lt;br /&gt;Hanna; Shiiiitttt.&lt;br /&gt;Nani; Oh fuckbitccchhh, aku lupa shave.&lt;br /&gt;Iznie; Oh fuck, aku pun!&lt;br /&gt;Lynz, Zilz, Hanna; WHAT THE HELL YOU GUYS?!&lt;br /&gt;Nani; I meaannnn uhhh. *Stares at Iznie.&lt;br /&gt;Iznie; Uhhhhh... *Changes subject. Shit! I think Alek saw us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately for us, Iznie was right. He saw us and hit the brakes real hard as if there was a lost cow crossing the road. And all 5 of us stopped and took off our shades/sunglasses 'cause thats what usually happens at a time like this. [HAHAHAHAHA ADALAGITU] Alek put on his "&lt;em&gt;WHAT-THE-HELL&lt;/em&gt;" face. Or was that the "&lt;em&gt;SON-OF-A&lt;/em&gt;?!" face. Can't remember. Doesn't matter anyway. We were all nervous and shit. Having difficulty in breathing. Gasping for air. Apakan do I even make sense? Yang macam Smosh Dolls atu bah. Hahaha. There you go. Cematu wahhh. Skali we stopped in the middle of the road infront of Mohseng for about 5 minutes just starring at each other awkwardly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alek; Awww, fuck this shit. *Continues driving back to 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All 5 of us put back on our shades/sunglasses and continues ridin' durteh on our cool wild boars. Uhh I meannnn. RIDES]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynz; So uhhh. You think he saw us?&lt;br /&gt;[All of us starring at each other in panic]PANIC! On the road.&lt;br /&gt;ALL TOGETHER; NEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hahahahahahhaa. I love you guys. We can be the girl version of &lt;em&gt;Family Force 5&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. God. I don't have a life, do I? Oh and btw. Did you guys realize that I sent this to you on Alek's birthday? Happy birthday Abang Alek; And no, we didn't make up a cool story about riding wild boars with you in it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;A babi hutan is a wild boar.&lt;br /&gt;Smosh dolls is a video by Smosh, the geniuses. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/smosh"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/smosh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohseng is this small shop we always pass by. And it sounds like one of my cousin's ex-boyfriend's name.&lt;br /&gt;Family Force 5 is this band. You've probably heard of the song Erfquake if you've been on my friends' list since last year. 'Cause it's awesome, and it was on my profile sometime last year.&lt;br /&gt;Alek is our cousin.&lt;br /&gt;The wild boars were named after the main characters in Rugrats.&lt;br /&gt;Ridin dirty- That song by Chamillionaire. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Panic! On the road. Stole the idea from Panic! At The Disco.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we've been sailors since we were about 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   We Sailor Moonies are going to do some catching up later. Going out. Hoooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4728797992917191286?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4728797992917191286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4728797992917191286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4728797992917191286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4728797992917191286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/mighty-morphin-power-rangers-theme-so.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-5344228527324689568</id><published>2007-05-14T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:41:28.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my weekend with Mom at Empire Hotel for Mother's Day. And guess who I bumped into? Baz and her family. I finally had a chance to catch up with Baz on things going on in KB. She never disappoints me when it comes to gossip. We had a lot of laughs together. It's been a while, but Baz and I can still talk to each other the way we used to. After all, we've been friends since we were 11. Heeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue was there, too. And since our hopes to coincidentally be at the same place at the same time didn't exactly&lt;em&gt; come true&lt;/em&gt;, we decided to hang out at The Mall to watch &lt;b&gt;28 Weeks Later&lt;/b&gt;. And oh, my goddddd. It was so scary that she spilled about one-fourth of our popcorn on her seat and cinema floor. And I think I'm actually looking forward to &lt;b&gt;Black Sheep&lt;/b&gt;. Suee, you are so watching that movie with me. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and apparently, I'm American. Okay, okay. Fine, so I made that up. I just &lt;em&gt;sound&lt;/em&gt; American. According to this amazing journalist. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you get when a whorermovie unites with a moose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Whorer-moose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, I'm gnarly. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-5344228527324689568?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5344228527324689568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=5344228527324689568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5344228527324689568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5344228527324689568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-3449173953076274031</id><published>2007-05-06T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:27:33.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="BACKGROUND COLOR: #83ccce"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What you feel only matters to you. It's &lt;b&gt;what you do to the people you love&lt;/b&gt;. That's what matters. That's the only thing that counts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm. A quote from The Last Kiss. I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; in love. Oh, yeah. Turns out the Australian girl in School For Scoundrels is the girl in The Last Kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-3449173953076274031?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3449173953076274031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=3449173953076274031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3449173953076274031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/3449173953076274031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-you-feel-only-matters-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-569508529206853954</id><published>2007-05-05T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:17:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You can't fail if you don't give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with &lt;strong&gt;The Last Kiss.&lt;/strong&gt; It made me cry. A lot. And I absolutely love movies that make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'm starting to think my friends know me better than I do. They've been telling me that I'm obsessed with fish. And I beginning to think that they might be right. My pink bag has fishies floating all over it. And my bottlle, too. Maybe I even have like, panties that have fishies printed all over them that I don't even know about 'cause I never really paid attention to my undies. SHIT. I'm in love with multi-coloured cartoon fishies. They're like, awesome. :D And and, I love fish fillet. Okay, this is getting too random. Hahahahah. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. I finally got my new &lt;strong&gt;HP Pavilion tx 1000&lt;/strong&gt;. :D And Mayven slapped me when I told her. *Slaps screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And incase you don't know what that is, it's a laptop. *Puts on annoying smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-569508529206853954?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/569508529206853954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=569508529206853954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/569508529206853954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/569508529206853954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-cant-fail-if-you-dont-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-5134381861379818231</id><published>2007-04-24T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:15:43.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, Darren menstruates through his armpits. And Laiqa made up this lame joke and I'd like to share it with the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes &lt;em&gt;Oom Oom&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;cow&lt;/strong&gt; walking backwards&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. You're so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Laiqa. She also drew this cow that looks like a bear with a snout, so we called it &lt;strong&gt;Lemb-bear&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. It kinda sounds like Lendir i.e. Saggy, in Bahasa Melayu. Hahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I love the beautiful smell of &lt;strong&gt;Aerosol&lt;/strong&gt;. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, I'm cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-5134381861379818231?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5134381861379818231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=5134381861379818231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5134381861379818231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5134381861379818231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/apparently-darren-menstruates-through.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-5165862882738306487</id><published>2007-04-21T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:33:54.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBS-MakeDamnSure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeee. Listening to Taking Back Sunday and Silverstein brings back &lt;em&gt;so many&lt;/em&gt; memories. 2004, 2005 :'] Euw, and that time I got dumped. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I meannnn, heheheheheheh. *&lt;b&gt;COVERS FACE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laiqa&lt;/strong&gt;; Why are we standing under the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;; 'Cause the sun is the source of energyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;; *Stares at me like I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;; Shut up, I'm cool, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najib left me a note in my ever-so-famous pink, and apparently, according to him, annoying bag today when they were having Additional Math in our class;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Najib.&lt;br /&gt;Who's this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hahahah. It made me smile. Then again, everything makes me smile. But Kiim makes me smile the most-est.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9a2065;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, oh. Doesn't this picture just make you smileee, with three &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;'s? :] &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="209" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/7930/heeeta7.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Zilz and Hanna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-5165862882738306487?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5165862882738306487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=5165862882738306487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5165862882738306487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5165862882738306487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/listening-to-eeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-6540686193541889199</id><published>2007-04-18T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:28:34.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Killwhitneydead&lt;/strong&gt;JustWhenYouThought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been almost a week of commotion and hubbub in the school caused by a certain discussion students were having on Friendster about the teachers they dislike the most. Teachers have been logging on to Friendster, viewing our profiles and checking our blogs. They've been hunting down students who gave &lt;em&gt;unpleasant&lt;/em&gt; comments about them behind their back. But as of today, I think it's finally over. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Upcoming birthdays&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;u&gt;A LOT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-6540686193541889199?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6540686193541889199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6540686193541889199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6540686193541889199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6540686193541889199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/killwhitneydead-justwhenyouthought-so_18.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-4657114547690527828</id><published>2007-04-14T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:28:44.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Nirvana&lt;/strong&gt;SmellsLikeTeenSpirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH NO, I KNOW A &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #83ccce"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIRTY WORD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just miss the beautiful sounds of Nirvana? Oh, if you don't, then you suck. If you said "&lt;i&gt;What/who the fuck is Nirvana?&lt;/i&gt;", or anything like that, GO TO HELL, man. Heheheheh. :] No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This might sound weird, but um, &lt;u&gt;I miss Kurt Cobain&lt;/u&gt;. I mean it's not like I knew him or anything. I just miss him, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see Kiim tomorrow. Yayyyyy. :]]]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my god. I'm missing my all-time favourite movie; &lt;strong&gt;The Brave Little Toaster&lt;/strong&gt;. SHHHIITTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I saw two retards dance like drunk-monkeys today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-4657114547690527828?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4657114547690527828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=4657114547690527828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4657114547690527828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/4657114547690527828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/nirvana-smellsliketeenspirit-oh-no-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-378436933957780826</id><published>2007-04-10T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:11:55.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Flyleaf&lt;/strong&gt;I'mSoSick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will break into your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;With what's written on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: 83ccce"&gt;I will &lt;b&gt;break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick,&lt;br /&gt;Infected with where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selfishness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more of this&lt;br /&gt;We can push out, sell out, die out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;So you'll shut up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stay sleeping&lt;br /&gt;With my screaming in your itching ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: 83ccce"&gt;Infected with where I live&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Empty bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear it, I'm screaming it&lt;br /&gt;You're heeding to it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear it! I'm screaming it!&lt;br /&gt;You tremble at this sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sink into my clothes&lt;br /&gt;And this invasion&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Worthless, hopeless, sick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick,&lt;br /&gt;Infected with where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;Infected with where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss, selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm so&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-378436933957780826?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/378436933957780826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=378436933957780826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/378436933957780826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/378436933957780826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/flyleaf-imsosick-i-will-break-into-your.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-2996533988628290520</id><published>2007-03-29T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:48:00.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grandmother is friggin' pissing me off. It's like, she keeps telling me and my little brother that we're stupid or something. What the hell, man. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to be here everyday. But um. Oh wait! That's right; &lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: 83ccce"&gt;I LIVE HERE&lt;/font&gt;. *&lt;strong&gt;SLAPS FOREHEAD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I didn't go to school today as mucus has taken over my goddamn respiratory system eversince yesterday. It got worse this morning. Euwwwww. Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2996533988628290520?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2996533988628290520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2996533988628290520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2996533988628290520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2996533988628290520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-grandmother-is-friggin-pissing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-6993323739430988646</id><published>2007-03-14T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:42:51.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;ThereForTomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a new &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;powerpop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; band to absolutely die for;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/therefortomorrow"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 58px" height="63" src="http://www.therefortomorrow.com/images/banner3date.gif" width="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged them on MySpace, and can I just sayyy? They are so sweeeet. Eeeeee. I could just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus gives There For Tomorrow two thumbs up and a high five." -&lt;/em&gt; The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I don't think I'll be going to school tomorrow. Ask me why, ask me why! Okay, y'know why? 'Cause it's the last day of school; 1st term is &lt;b&gt;OVER&lt;/b&gt;, baby. Gohohohohohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, something smells really good. So I'm gonna go take a closer smell. Hehehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-6993323739430988646?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6993323739430988646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6993323739430988646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6993323739430988646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6993323739430988646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/03/therefortomorrow-pages-so-heres-new.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-2339371640931789361</id><published>2007-03-11T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:04:24.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;300[OST]&lt;/strong&gt;FeverDream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned for Chinese Drums last night; it was cool. :D But I have this poopy feeling that I didn't get chosen. But we don't know that yet 'cause Teacher Archie hasn't told us who the 12 chosen ones are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I watched 300 with Iznie after that and the cinema was already full 'cause we were late so we had to sit in the front seats where everyone puts their feet on. And the Spartans' seemed as huge as my house. Not that my house is huge anyway. Hahahahah. But we 'adapted'. The movie was &lt;strong&gt;fuckin' awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKIN' AWESOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stupid thing was that most of the people/girls didn't really react as much as me and Iznie 'cause they were with their &lt;em&gt;boyfriends'&lt;/em&gt; who obviously forced them to watch it with them because of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;eroticism&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. I can be so mean sometimes. :p Or maybe they just didn't get the movie 'cause they're all stupid. I think I was the only one who was idiotic enough to applause when the movie ended. Pfffft. But I'm proud of myself. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does anyone want me to spoil the movie for them? Hehehehehehehhehehehe. :D Okay, okay. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sweating like Robopigg right now 'cause I can't find the air-conditioner remote control. Eeeee. Stinky and sticky. But somehow, I kind of miss this icky feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Seriously, 300 is &lt;strong&gt;fuckin' awesome&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2339371640931789361?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2339371640931789361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2339371640931789361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2339371640931789361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2339371640931789361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/03/ost-300-feverdream-i-auditioned-for.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-2601035963640991135</id><published>2007-03-08T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:55:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;LambOfGod&lt;/strong&gt;WalkWithMeInHell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Sarah, tomorrow's Osama Bin Ladin's birthday. Hahahahahahahahaha. I'm not sure if it's true 'cause I never bothered to check. And you know why? 'Cause I don't really care. I know, right? I'm so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you know how most of you find me really freaky and abnormal? Well, I have proof that you guys are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: This is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: This is so &lt;strong&gt;dis&lt;/strong&gt;fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. So maybe that doesn't really prove how normal I am. It just proves that smart-ass people can be really dumb, too. :] So I guess you can still call me a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I haven't been blogging 'cause my dog died. It's butt got bitten by a shark and then it got hit by an aeroplane. Oh waiiiiit, sharks are in water and like, aeroplanes are wayyy up there. *POINTS TO THE SKY. Ehehehehehehehehehe. Okay, okay. The truth is, um. I'm a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I miss a lot of people. You know who you are. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-2601035963640991135?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2601035963640991135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=2601035963640991135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2601035963640991135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/2601035963640991135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/03/lambofgod-walkwithmeinhell-according-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-8573810677273955212</id><published>2007-02-05T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:43:30.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;b&gt;Chimaira&lt;/b&gt;Comatose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skatefest was friggin' &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. Enough said. The only thing missing was my rocket scientist. And my Tinkerbell. Anyway, I'll post up pictures soon. :] I think.. Well, I don't know. Don't look at me like that. :/ I didn't say I promised, did I? I did? Nooo. HAH. You can't trick me, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmates asked one of my teachers what his religion was, but he didn't give us an answer. 'Cause he said religious differences are the reason why there are wars. And by the way, yes, I just changed the subject. :p So anyway, he told us not to practise such horrible things like saying bad stuff about your friends who are not of the same religion and making fun of their culture. It's just.. I don't know. I don't have a word for it. And that doesn't mean you can be racist either. I think teachers should give talks like this more often. Especially in government schools. This country is so racist. It needs serious repairing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how many of you stop and stare when you see African-Americans or Australians or English people like they're celebrities? Do you see them staring at us when we're in their country? I don't think so. Stop being so &lt;em&gt;sakai &lt;/em&gt;for fuck's sake. They're humans just like us. And fuck you if you're denying all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever happened to being nice? Why is everyone labelling theirselves as 'bitch'? And since when was being 'fake' a good thing? &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #83ccce"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mean girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was supossed to send a good message to everyone but instead, some people took it the wrong way. And thought just because they dress pretty, everyone should be like them. Well y'know what? That's stupid. And you know what that means? It means my badass pal, &lt;strong&gt;Robopig&lt;/strong&gt;'s gonna kick your A-S-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="58" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u270/xxkissytongue/robopigg_by_robopigg.gif" width="56" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Sound effects&lt;/strong&gt;; Keshewwwwwww, kesheww, keshewww.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-8573810677273955212?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8573810677273955212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=8573810677273955212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/8573810677273955212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/8573810677273955212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/02/chimaira-comatose-skatefest-was-friggin.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-5389812619106303363</id><published>2007-02-02T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:33:42.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;LambOfGod&lt;/strong&gt;Requiem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the deal with everyone in the universe turning into EMOs? What ever happened to the good old days where everyone listened to pop? It's not like you have to be EMO to get all the attention. Please, man. EMO is so &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #83ccce"&gt;HEGEGEWHUT-EH&lt;/span&gt;? Yes, I didn't get that either. But that's the whole point of it. I mean I don't have a problem with real EMOs. But like, why are the people who've got &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #83ccce"&gt;HAPPY-GO-LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; written all over their faces also labelling as theirselves as EMOs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do people care so friggin' much about popularity and fame and shit anyway? The society is fucked-up. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go listen to some Nsync now. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-5389812619106303363?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5389812619106303363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=5389812619106303363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5389812619106303363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/5389812619106303363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/02/lambofgod-requiem-so-whats-deal-with.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-1796501603691469184</id><published>2007-01-28T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:33:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;MaliceMyShadow&lt;/strong&gt;DivineElement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, IFFA! :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 17 today. Which means one more year 'till she gets her hands on that sweet, sweet driving license. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just noticed that my birthday's in 30 days! Oh, my god. I counted. How sad is that? :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think I'm getting darker. Hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; Kau apa bangsamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; Mana tudungmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, nada. Pasal practise kaliah everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; Walaupun. *Stares at me for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *Stares back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; *Goes back to the staffroom 'cause she can't think of anything mean to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. I don't get the staring-for-a-really-long-time part. I mean what the hell's that supossed to mean? Am I &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; pretty, cikgu? God. I bet she stares at her husband's moustache like that at home, on the bed when she doesn't have exercise books or papers to mark. I feel sorry for that unlucky man who had to marry her. Yeugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's been 7 days since Fiqah passed away. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-1796501603691469184?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1796501603691469184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=1796501603691469184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1796501603691469184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/1796501603691469184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/malicemyshadow-divineelement-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-6996905220081515722</id><published>2007-01-27T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:43:05.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;+44&lt;/strong&gt;MakeYouSmile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my god. Don't tell me. You missed me, right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. Come on, come on. I want you to go, "&lt;b&gt;Whatever, Lynzzzzzzz&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've got my boys in my blog. How awesome is that? :D From left to right, Kiim, Arif, Mezz, Bobby, Cherry and Lid. &lt;b&gt;*CLAPS HANDS&lt;/b&gt;. Secksy, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyboobs. Here's an update since I've been gone. I got a cow from Zilz and Nani from Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/4966/moooooooooori3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's &lt;strong&gt;bloody &lt;/strong&gt;cute, isn't it? I named it Cowey-Banks. 'Cause it's a piggy-bank, but it's not a pig. It's a cow. So yeah. Hahahahahahahah. Iznie got a hyppo, and its fatter. I wonder what she calls it. And besides the cow, I also got a pair of knee-socks. And they're like super-duper cute, and they've got crossbones on 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't even been a month yet, and I've already got my seat changed from the very back, to the very front. I didn't even know the teachers noticed how talkative I am. Hahahahahah. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. Blame the homeworks, tests and those stupid dance rehearsals. Poopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since my brain isn't really functioning properly, I just want you guys to know that I think these pair of shoes are adorable. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/9937/2111ty0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly(HAHAHA), I have something interesting to share with you guys which I found out only three days ago, by the way. &lt;strong&gt;Listen to this;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://song2play.com/l/lamb_of_god-2074/killadelphia-8327/intro-108599.html"&gt;http://song2play.com/l/lamb_of_god-2074/killadelphia-8327/intro-108599.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lamb Of God&lt;/b&gt;'s intro on their &lt;b&gt;Killadelphia&lt;/b&gt; album; A reading section of Surah Ar-Rahman (The Most Gracious), read by Sheikh Abdul Rahman Al-Sudais. And why? Errrr. I'll get back to you on that. 'Cause the link isn't working at the moment, for some reason. But I'll give it to you anyway; &lt;a href="http://www.burn-the-priest.com/phpBB2b/viewtopic.php?p=39854&amp;sid=ca305df7a7a1b91545aaecc90e6db270"&gt;http://www.burn-the-priest.com/phpBB2b/viewtopic.php?p=39854&amp;amp;sid=ca305df7a7a1b91545aaecc90e6db270&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I already announce to the whole world that I have Lamb Of God's Sacrament album? Got it in December. :D Oooh! Go, "&lt;b&gt;Whatever, Lynzzzz.&lt;/b&gt;" again. Hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah. My headache's back. M-m-must e-e-eat panad-d-dol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Iznie, Teacher Shabana called one of my friends &lt;strong&gt;HONEY&lt;/strong&gt; this morning. HAHAHAHA. Thanks for the warning, man. Everyone was like. &lt;em&gt;Oh, my god&lt;/em&gt;. And I'm like. &lt;em&gt;Hah, saw that coming!&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-6996905220081515722?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6996905220081515722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=6996905220081515722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6996905220081515722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/6996905220081515722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/44-makeyousmile-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-9200462898653679826</id><published>2007-01-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:26:27.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;//&lt;strong&gt;LambOfGod&lt;/strong&gt;NowYou'veGotSomethingToDieFor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, as you all don't know, I'm the new girl. Mhmm, again. This time in a private school where people look nicer called &lt;strong&gt;PDS&lt;/strong&gt;. And I don't feel alienated there 'cause I've been to that school a lot of times before and I know most of the people who are in form 5 this year. Oh yeah, that reminds me. I forgot to mention that I'm not in form 5. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took the entrance test and all. And they said my results were okay so I could go to form 5. But I insisted on going to form 4. Because I really really want to go through it all again and deepen my understandings. Plus my school fee's being paid by BSP. I've only been to private school when I was little. And for plus/minus 4 years, I've been going to a government school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was my first day. And it wasn't bad at all. Everyone in 4A were friendly. And their sense of humor? Wooooooo. Hahaha. 'Cause me? Most people say I'm weird 'cause I laugh at the things they don't. And I find people who don't laugh at the things I laugh at &lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahah. Seriously. God, people should laugh a little more. Laughing makes my day. :) And friendship starts with laughter. Laughing is contagious, too. I love laughing chains. Euw, I don't think I'm making any sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Sue Anne, you were supossed to give those Aeros to me. ): Although I did finish half a bar last week. /Blushes. Hahahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like polkadots. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-9200462898653679826?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9200462898653679826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=9200462898653679826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/9200462898653679826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/9200462898653679826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-as-you-all-dont-know-im-new-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116390371508958699</id><published>2006-11-19T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:35:15.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me-ow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/IMG_7439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/320/IMG_7439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116390371508958699?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116390371508958699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116390371508958699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116390371508958699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116390371508958699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-ow.html' title='me-ow.'/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116377420415366351</id><published>2006-11-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:02:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I typed this yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Blight City, once again. And since there is no entertainment in my empty house -besides TV that is-, I killed time outside the house playing Kick The Can with my little brother. Cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mom killed another Popeye-Cat. Why Popeye-cat? Pop-eye. Get it? Mhmm, the cat has eyes that actually bulge out of its sockets. Nastyyyy. But, yeah. We've had a lot of those since we abandoned the house. They're all diseased. We have all kinds of nasty cats. Another example is the ever-so-famous, Kurap-Face. Oh, and there's also Kurap-Butt. Euwwwww. I know, I know. Disgusting. But, kesian, right? The only pretty cats are the grown-up ones that I've taken care of when I still went to school here. Cow, Chops and of course, the mother/grandmother cat that always gets raped by stray-cats, Comel. Yes, so Malayyyy, kan? Mom gave her that name 'cause she used to be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no cat can beat my old fat cat, Nying. Very Chinese, kan? That's 'cause Dad named him. And gaaaah, he was so fucking cute. Nying was an attention seeker, too. And because of his uber fatness, everyone adored him. But, one morning, on the way to school, we found him dead on the road. He still looked pretty though, even if he was dead. 'Cause he had a pink nose. My grandmother used to like him a lot 'cause of that. Anyway. Mom killed our 3rd Popeye-Cat. Well, okay. I don't know if it's dead yet. The poor kitty has a broken back-leg now. And I could see it's bones bulging out of its skin. It was still walking when we were outside, though. I'll post up a picture of it, soon. Awie and I were sitting next to it 'cause we felt sorry. Awie blew bubbles while I strummed my guitar, singing happy songs. Yeah, yeah. So I can't play that well anymore, but at least I put an effort in trying to cheer the poor little kitty up, right? And besides, I kind of kicked it when it was practically trying to meow out 'Welcome Home' to me. I feel bad. Really bad. Sometimes I need a slap on the face to remind me that cats have feelings, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCE... Yeah, yeah. Screw you if you corrected me by saying PSR. I like calling it PCE. And besides, PSR sounds like Peeyesar. And you know what that means? It means it sounds oogless. Um. Let's run back to the topic, shall we? PCE results came out this afternoon and I'm happy to hear that all three of my cousins got 4A's and 1B's. Heee. You know what that means? None of them are going to Science school! :D Yeah, that's supposed to be a bad thing. I'm just hoping at least one of them is transferring to the school I'm moving to next year. But if their parents' decide to send 'em to another school, it's okay; I'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STPRI means killing time in the car watching a gazillion trees, a thousand houses, seventy-one traffic lights, twelve schools, eighteen kadai kalings, an economy mart, and other cars for thirty fucking minutes. STPRI means always arriving at school after 7.35am and having to go to the Welfare to fill in the late slip and record of latecomers' book everyday. STPRI means the letter thingy I have to fill in on the fifth, tenth, fifteenth, twentieth, twenty-fifth -Well, you get the idea- time I come late that they're going to send to either Mom or Dad. And lastly, STPRI means my son-of-a-bitch POA teacher. Eeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But STPRI also means you don't really have to care about how pretty or ugly you look 'cause it's an all girls' high school. Unless, of course, you're desperate and you have a major crush on one of the teachers. Euw, nasty. And STPRI means the awesome friends I made in less than a year. Sure, I never really talked to some of them, but lately, since the exams have been over two Mondays ago, it sort of changed. And I've learned that food can really bring people together. Hahahahah. Seriously. And it's silly, in a good way, that is. STPRI means that every Wednesdays and Thursdays, the Welfare teachers can kiss my ass 'cause I don't have to fill in the late shit since my Math teacher rocks. STPRI means there's always someone bringing an iPod or an MP3 player on dull days. STPRI means bringing your phone everyday and texting at least two or three people during class, unless you have MIG, which I don't 'cause my GPRS is fucked up. STPRI means unsecured wireless connection. STPRI means going online or eating PopMie at Kasco before afternoon-classes. STPRI means hearing past ghost stories from the friends who have been going to the school since form 1. STPRI means STPRI, Sekolah Tinggi Perempuan Raja Isteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STPRI is THE BOMB. Unfortunately, I have to move next year 'cause none of my cousins will be going there next year which means I won't have transport to get there. So, I'm moving to school that's only four minutes away from where I live. I bet ALL my teachers are going to be very pleased 'cause I left the school. Because I have made their life a living hell. Heee. I wish I could apologize. Nehhhhhhhhhhh. Screw 'em. Well, not all of them. My English teacher, Malay teacher, Math teacher, Geography teacher, Elit teacher, Biology teacher and Chemistry teacher -In other words, everyone BUT my POA teacher- , all deserve an apology from me. 'Cause I know they're all fed up with me but they never bring me down. They have never been mean to me. Unlike some teacher I know. Yes, the POA teacher. He is an asshole, a pain-in-the-ass, a fucker, a... Whatever. I hate him. His words are dejecting. Sure, maybe he uses that so I can prove him wrong, but I have never proved and will never prove him wrong 'cause I don't want to. And because that would mean I'm doing what he wants me to do. And I don't want that. That would mean he's gonna be proud of me, one day, and tell me I should thank him for everything. I don't want that, would you want that? If you answered yes, then it is official, I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that stupid computer teacher baie. I was all determined and shit to take Computer instead of fucking POA. But she kept provoking me in class, she kept rubbing it in, I j-just wanted t-t-to.. PULL ON HER TUDUNG SO HARD, UNTIL HER HEAD COMES OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in class asks the bloody woman a question on how to do some shit.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody woman tells this someone how to do some shit.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody woman then says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you ask si Lyana, inda pulang ya tau tu&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;I say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard that&lt;/span&gt;." In a very sarcastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody woman says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, it's true, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, you don't have to rub it in, bitch. You're a teacher, it's your job to teach me all that shit. Inda jua semestinya if I take computer this year, I have to know a lot of the basics most of the class learnt in lower secondary. It isn't impossible to get higher score than all the other girls who have been taking computer since form 1, y'know? It's called being determined, bitch. D-E-T-E-R-M-I-N-E-D. Where's your brain, woman? You're a teacher for fuck's sake. You should be able to think properly. Kenapa kau kan?  Is your tampon too deep in your pussy that your brain can't even function properly? Kali jua oh.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The bloody woman goes, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada-ada saja.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. Okay, fine. Everything's true until when the bloody woman goes, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well it's true, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;". That's it. That's true. The part after that is what I wish was true. I wish I said all that. I wanted to, but it would be a bad impression to my friends and no one would want to befriend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Um. It's not like anyone gives a shit that I'm moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116377420415366351?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116377420415366351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116377420415366351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116377420415366351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116377420415366351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-typed-this-yesterday-im-in-blight.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116350132899344076</id><published>2006-11-14T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:32:18.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;MaliceMyShadow&lt;/strong&gt;DivineElement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Haz yesterday and we -Rafidah, Haz and I- were talking about how some people tend to age really fast at a young age. Wait, does the sentence I just typed even make any sense? I mean like, you knoww. For instance, a girl who is 17 but really looks like she's 24. Mhmm. You get it now, don't you? /Tickles you whoever you are. Hahahahah. I'm sorry, I'm such a psycho. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We were talking about that 'cause Haz said Rafidah looks like a 17-year-old when she's actually 19. And I was just nodding and nodding and going  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt; through the whole conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haz:&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry, Lynz. You still look like kanak-kanak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that was an insult or a compliment. But I 'll take it as a compliment. 'Cause young is good, old is bad. Well, I don't know. I'm only fifteen, I'm too young to know all these things that only smart and intelligent people know. Hahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nina's mom:&lt;/span&gt; Tak kamu makan kah? Nina, bahapa awak tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nina:&lt;/span&gt; Um, milking a cow. /Smiles innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nina's mom:&lt;/span&gt; ....Eh, entah awak eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. Silly little 6-year-old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116350132899344076?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116350132899344076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116350132899344076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116350132899344076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116350132899344076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/malicemyshadowdivineelement-i-bumped.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116349997798796946</id><published>2006-11-14T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:26:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I typed this on 13th November, 2006 at approximately 12.04am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know, my old phone which I have used for about a year or two, is now my mom's phone. It has been her phone for a year now. And I didn't realize that until the clock striked 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-b-b-beep beep beep beep. (Yes, the annoying sound of a phone reminder)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What's that? Takkan ubat Awie?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Entah.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: B-b-buh..Bananafish-err..Uhh. Apakani?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah? /Takes the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. You're obviously wondering what it really said.&lt;br /&gt;12.00am 13/11/2006; Bananafishers &gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK. Over-confident much? Man, what was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. To the people who have no fucking clue what I am talking about: Bananafish is some sort of nickname my ex's friends used to call him. And I think it was like, some sort of Japanese comic thingy he was kinda obsessed with. 13/11 was. You knowwww. Yeah. Hahahahahahahaha. Shit. I cannot believe it, man. I must've made that reminder when I was very in love. Buttttttttttt oh, boy, who was I kidding? Well, it was sorta convincing, though. We lasted a year and a few days or so. I don't know. I don't remember. Come to think of it, why would I remember? Why would I even want to remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this is for the sake of running off topic. My toenail broke. The big one. Well, 1/4 of it is gone. The funeral's held tomorrow at Wild Boar's Den. Please come if you've ever met Feetless the Feet. Hahaha. But I doubt it. 'Cause only my brother and I know who that is. Oh, but I'm nice. So I'll tell you who Feetless the Feet is. He -yes, it's a he- is my left foot. My little brother named my left foot when he was like, 5 or something. That's why it doesn't sound right. 'Cause I only have one left foot; It should've been named Feetless the Foot. But hey, Awie was little when he named my foot. He didn't know any better. And it sounds much more cuter than Feetless the Foot, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yeah, it broke. It's not gone, though. I didn't want to pull it off 'cause Mom said it would grow back, only nastier. I think she said it'll grow back buruk, or something. Euwwwwwwwwwww. It's the end of the worldddddd. Oh, my goddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough toe-talk. I need to get some sleep 'cause I didn't get enough sleep at Alin's house last night. Abang Rafie was watching football and he told us to make him Indomee. And obviously, we ended up cooking 4 packets 'cause we were hungry, too. Nina slept at 12. I slept at 2. Alin slept at 3. What time did you sleep last night? To answer, go to my friendster page and click on the 'Add Testimonial' button and type in your answer. Testimonials must include Lynz is DA BOMB at the end. Hahahahahaha. My brain isn't functioning properly; it's functioning VERY properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Amshar wished me goodnight at around 11.. Using his mom's phone. Awwwwww. :D It's nice to have someone wish you goodnight once in a while 'cause it means they remember you. Especially when he/she's willing to do it with someonelse's phone 'cause he/she does not have juice in his phone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116349997798796946?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116349997798796946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116349997798796946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116349997798796946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116349997798796946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-typed-this-on-13th-november-2006-at.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116299137424072038</id><published>2006-11-08T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:22:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Jack'sMannequin&lt;/strong&gt;I'mReady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never been kicked off a tour before. I'll admit, we've been in some shitty situations on tour before but we've always found a way to make it work and roll with the punches, but then again I've never fought a psychopath kickboxer named Alex (Lead vocalist of Atreyu) Yes, we got kicked off tour. No, we didn't deserve it. And, no... I don't feel like having a pity party over it, I'm not a "woe is me" kind of person. But, when someone purposely wrongs me and people I care about with malicious intent, thats just bullshit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear about FFTL getting kicked out of the World Championship Tour by Atreyu. My excuse? Stupid exams. Hahahah. Mannnn, who knew toasted Kuih Bahulu spread with Nutella and Peanut-butter tasted like heaven? Uhhh. I mean. Um. Yeah. So anyway. Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The underlined text; I took that from Matt Good's blog on Myspace. If you wanna know everything. Yes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Read Ricky Terror's blog. &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=32236&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;blogID=185347373&amp;MyToken=247a5e8c-9a0c-4f58-8be3-1412ec87045e"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;. And if you're interested in knowing what Atreyu had to say about this, &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;friendID=153419&amp;blogID=187339082&amp;amp;MyToken=d5695ef4-8424-48a8-933b-2827e5c52da0"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy. As of today, my exams are officially over. Wooooohooooo. Oh, wait. I still have to go to school. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now. Pfffffffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116299137424072038?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116299137424072038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116299137424072038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116299137424072038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116299137424072038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/jacksmannequinimready-ive-never-been.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116273899354341199</id><published>2006-11-05T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:03:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Rory&lt;/strong&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Tony Hawk's American Wasteland 'cause I can't wait for Project 8. I've even checked for cheats and codes for Codebreaker. How stupid is that? The game hasn't even been released yet. Hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my little brother finally made a decision to live here, with me and my grandmother, for some reason. Which means I get my computer back! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/FLASHBACK;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynz&lt;/strong&gt;: Does this mean you're gonna bring the computer back here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awie&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynz&lt;/strong&gt;: Yessssssssssssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awie&lt;/strong&gt;: But you still can't use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and it's my computer. It's mine. It's Lynz's computer. Who does he think he is? Big Bird, that's who. And right now, I'm in the back room, which is where the Playstation2 is and who's hogging it? He is. Jeez, who died and made him King of the house? The real Big Bird, that's who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you must be wondering why it's as if I'm afraid to show Monkey-boy who's boss. Well, it's cause puberty kicked in and made his feet bigger than mine. He's also gaining height. He's as tall -or should I say short- as I am. 5"3. Well, that was two weeks ago. He's probably 3inches taller than he was then, by now. You know boys and puberty. One minute they're shorter than the door-knob, the next thing you know, you'll be looking up at the Statue of Liberty. Sure, your little brother can't reach the sink, now. Blink, and he won't even be able to fit the door 'cause he's so tall. And there I go again; exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;strong&gt;AlkalineTrio&lt;/strong&gt;TimeToWaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has a lot more &lt;strong&gt;Mighty Morphin Power Ranger Power&lt;/strong&gt;(MMPRP) than I do, now. Seriously. He even kicked me in the face, once. And I cried so bad, he even said sorry. Amazing. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, this is obviously karma getting back at me. I used to be so mean when I had more MMPRP than he did. And I realize that now. I deserve all these bruises and bubus I have because of him, now that he has more MMPRP than I do. I regret being such a mean big sister, back then. But sometimes being mean to a younger sibling has it's good. He/She grows up to be a nice person. Maybe even too nice. Unfortunately, my little brother did not turn out to be one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Euwwwwwww, Tata Young's El Nin-yo is playing on the radio. Why am I listening to the radio? Because I'm in the back room, which is next to the back kitchen, which is where the radio is. It's the sixth time my mom told me I should eat the Ikan Panggang my dad brought from Belait, and I'm still here typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just sprayed the whole kitchen with Ridsect and I can smell it from here and I think I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think it's Bob's birthday today. Happy birthday, Bobbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Hakim-Cherry can make vectors now. Yaaaaaaaayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116273899354341199?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116273899354341199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116273899354341199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116273899354341199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116273899354341199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/rorytypical.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116222249109825372</id><published>2006-10-30T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:34:51.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Alesana&lt;/strong&gt;ThisConversationIsOver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Syazziey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream this afternoon. Maybe it was 'cause I didn't shower this morning and I was still in my uniform. Euww. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm acrophobic, meaning I have a very extreme fear of heights. My dream; I was on top of this huge, very tall building. Okay, maybe It's better if I shut up. I can't do this. I'm hyperventilating. Shit. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never really knew how much I was afraid of heights until I had this dream. I mean, I knew I was kind of scared of heights when I was little. 'Cause I used to stay away from the full length windows of hotel rooms. Oh, my god. I just remembered that two years ago- or maybe a year ago-, I was crazy enough to go on Jerudong Park's Pusing Lagi even after repeating to myself that someone fell off and died before. And it was going way faster than the usual speed for 4 or 5 rounds non-stop 'cause of the drunk asshole who was controlling it. But I gotta admit, it was pretty awesome. Hahahahahahahahhaahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed my lungs out, literally. 'Cause my lungs fell out when we were upside down on the last loop of death. One of my cousins had to call 911(Although that isn't the correct number for the ambulance in Brunei). They sent me to the emergency room and operated me right away. Fortunately, I am still alive to this day. I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant Drop. One word; Sh-shh-shit. It was scary when we were ascending slowly. But it was cool when we froze on top and had a chance to admire the lovely view from up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy shit, I can see my house from here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we dropped so fast, we couldn't even hear ourselves screaming. Or maybe it's just impossible to scream at such a great speed. Or maybe it's cause we were going faster than the speed of sound. My god, I really do sound stupid, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to school tomorrow 'cause I'm cool. We have a single POA lesson tomorrow and I hate POA. And I want everyone to know that I hate POA because I hate POA. POA is so full of hate; Hate is full of POA. Therefore, POA = HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, when or if the teacher asks why I was absent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was doing hardcore studying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Kiim. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibs and Aimi are having an open-house tomorrow and I think I'm going 'cause I want to. And 'cause I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116222249109825372?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116222249109825372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116222249109825372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116222249109825372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116222249109825372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/alesanathisconversationisover-happy_30.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116158358775144296</id><published>2006-10-23T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:11:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Saosin&lt;/strong&gt;INeverWantedTo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in KB for 4 days straight and it made me miss it 'cause I saw most of my friends and the people who I can't really refer to as friends 'cause they might not know me although I know them. And you probably know why. Yes, it's 'cause I'm a stalker. Shaddap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I forget the people I stalk aren't really my friends and accidentally say hi. And they're like. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Um, hi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. That was a lie. That never happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm a liar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I am going to name all the people I  saw/met/smiled at/hung out with/waved at/talked to/starred at/didn't notice/hit/kicked, etc. .. When I was in KB.&lt;br /&gt;Sylla/ Fared/ Arif/ Nas/ Yatie/Boi/ Athirah/ Mona/ Lisa/ Forgothisname #1/ Forgothisname #2/ Pijah's cousin/ Forgothisname #3/ Syaddad/ Najib/ Matyus/ Isham/ Forgothisname #4/ Ali/ Adi/ Shazuan/ Rachel/ Girlwithlonghair/ Girlwithlonghair's sister/ Guywithlonghair/ Zaidi/ Forgothername #1/ Forgothername #2/ Modanna/ Amy/ Halim/ Lina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop. My brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made &lt;em&gt;Lemang&lt;/em&gt; last night. Oh, and it's time to point out the obvious; Today isn't Hari Raya Aidilfitri. :D /&lt;em&gt;Claps hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like plugging someone. I don't know if I'm allowed to plug this blog. But whatever. Hahahaha. &lt;a href="http://memoirsofapoklen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; to become an official poklen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116158358775144296?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116158358775144296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116158358775144296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116158358775144296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116158358775144296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/saosinineverwantedto-i-was-in-kb-for-4.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116107506644809543</id><published>2006-10-17T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:53:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just remembered where I put these pictures. Hahahah. Headbangers Night Out. July 29th. I think. I hate Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/IMG_8324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/200/IMG_8324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/IMG_8360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/200/IMG_8360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/IMG_8359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/200/IMG_8359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/IMG_8343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/200/IMG_8343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/IMG_8361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/200/IMG_8361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, crappy photos. Hehehehehe. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116107506644809543?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116107506644809543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116107506644809543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116107506644809543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116107506644809543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-remembered-where-i-put-these.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116066930213853013</id><published>2006-10-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:23:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;//&lt;strong&gt;Halifax&lt;/strong&gt;OurRevolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Brother for sale. Only fifty cents. You can hug him, you can bug him, you can buy or rent&lt;/u&gt;. Hahaha. Remember the Olsen twins when they were little? They used to be so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard &lt;strong&gt;DHASK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; on the radio today and all of a sudden, I wondered how much local artists get when they release a single. I mean like. In this country; Local or not, they still sell unoriginal/pirated five-dollar CDs. It's stupid. They're not getting enough support. Everyone should support local bands and artistes. Seriously. You guys shouldn't be making bad remarks about them. It's not nice. And further more, it doesn't make sense at all 'cause you're in Brunei and they're in Brunei. Ding dong. So start appreciating local bands and artistes, okay? And I'm finally going to start making/designing t-shirts for local bands. With the Moosey. :D ....As soon as my exams are over. Hahahahah. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to self&lt;/strong&gt;; Must reply testimonials tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was hard. Math has never been hard for me. Especially when I was in PJN. Gaaaah. What's the difference between PJN-Math and STPRI-Math, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. MANADAAAA. Boogerrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked biscuits this afternoon and at the beginning, they were really really oog-less. But in the end, they turned out to be really pur-dee. And syiqin was like, "You're the best cooker ever." Yeaaah, that was a cute statement from an annoying little six-year-old. '&lt;u&gt;Best cooker ever&lt;/u&gt;'. Cooker? Definitely not. Anyway. She ended up eating like, ten biscuits. Hahahah. /Flips hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/320/009.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S; My little brother enjoys talking about hobos. Hahahah. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116066930213853013?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116066930213853013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116066930213853013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116066930213853013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116066930213853013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/halifaxourrevolution-brother-for-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34743737.post-116032246684255174</id><published>2006-10-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:47:46.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NormaJean&lt;/span&gt;AmnestyPlease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani and I have been talking about eating disorder, anaroxea and bulimia and have been google-ing for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinspiration&lt;/span&gt; images. And we found so many nauseating images and I am obviously going to show you some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/ANA___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 236px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/320/ANA___.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/ANA____.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 289px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/320/ANA____.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/1600/EUWUW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 310px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7027/3846/320/EUWUW.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee. And I thought I've seen skinny. But oh, god was I wrong. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't be updating much from now on 'cause my exams are coming. Not that I'm going to pass anyway. But I'll try as hard as I can. Wish me luck. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116032246684255174?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116032246684255174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116032246684255174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116032246684255174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116032246684255174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/normajeanamnestyplease-nani-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-116011475836140490</id><published>2006-10-06T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:05:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;DeathBeforeDisco&lt;/strong&gt;KissKillLollita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my godddddd. I have it. I have it. Norma Jean's Redeemer. Eeeeee. And for your info, I haven't downloaded any songs from Redeemer. 'Cause I wanted to feel that special feeling you get when you buy an original album by your favorite band. Yes, yes. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; feeling. And I'm feeling it. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had toast for sahur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally found my hideous iPod. Yes, it's obviously not original. Hahahaha. But hey, all that matters to me is I can listen to music wherever I go. 'Cause my phone's not as updated as everyonelse's phone. But. Um. Look at the bright side, you guys; At least we have speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of phones. You know those Indonesian guys who don't really have anything to do but just hang around everyday and night? Yeah, the ones that are everywhere. Those fuckers just freak me out. No, I'm not just saying that. I hate them. They rape. They effing rape. But let's not talk about that. 'Cause then it'll make me puke and that would mean I'd have to end my fast. Which means more paying back fasts next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Back to the Indonesians. /Puts on serious face and clears throat. Where and how do jobless people like them get the latest phones? Hello? Yeah, hi. My phones outdated. And look at that Indonesian over there. /Points. He's probably texting one of his girlfriends. With his [insert phone model of your dream's name here]. Oh, and I guess he's listening to Dangdut on his iPod Nano. Yeah, uhuh. You know what? Don't even get me started on their band tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. No, not maybe. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; exaggerating. A lot. But seriously. Doesn't everyonelse notice that? That's it, man. Iznie and I are becoming police officers. And not only are we going to kick those unemployed, jobless Indonesians out of Brunei. But we're also going to change people's views on police officers. Most people look down on them. And I didn't even know that until mom told me. Hahahaha. Yes, I'm talking crap. I guess it runs in the family. And it's a good thing. Right, Iznie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-m-must shower. S-s-stinky. Eeeee. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-116011475836140490?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116011475836140490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=116011475836140490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116011475836140490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/116011475836140490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/deathbeforediscokisskilllollita-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-115986094493013884</id><published>2006-10-03T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:04:30.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;strong&gt;Airholes&lt;/strong&gt;MyEpiphanyOnTheRebound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh. It's someone's birthday today. And that someone goes by the name of Arif. No, no. Not the Chestnut Arif. The other Arif; Arif Amshar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Arif&lt;/strong&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know what? No, of course you don't. And you never will. Okay, okay. So maybe you do know. Wait, how do you know and I don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving and I'm not even fasting. 'Cause I puked this morning. And apparently, that means I can't fast. I mean, I can fast. But I can't. I mean.. Oh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Four '&lt;b&gt;oh&lt;/b&gt;'s in one entry. No, make that five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note to self&lt;/b&gt;: Read Macbeth. Read Macbeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously I have nothing to blog about. Yes, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. So maybe'll plug someone. Hmmmm. Ah, yes. Her. There are so many wonderful things that I could say about her. But for now, let's just make it short and simple, straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;She was born to write; &lt;a href="http://xxbrokensmile.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Broken Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-115986094493013884?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115986094493013884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=115986094493013884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/115986094493013884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/115986094493013884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/airholesmyepiphanyontherebound-oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-115953893880402672</id><published>2006-09-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:58:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ScaryKidsScaringKids&lt;/span&gt;MyDarkestHour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys seen the movie &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;When A Stranger Calls&lt;/span&gt;? Do you happen to know an intelligent young lady named &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sue Anne&lt;/span&gt;, better known as &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Moosey&lt;/span&gt;? 'Cause the girl in that movie looks ex-effing-actly like her. And apparently, I'm not the only one who thinks so. It's so freaky. /&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gives you the stink eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. I've got nothing to blog about, and it shows. This is embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this text a few hours ago from someone who wants to be &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder who keeps giving out my number. I guess it's probably the people who hate me, for some reason. And this guy. He calls me sweet. I mean. Hold on, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;; S-W-E-E-T.&lt;br /&gt;Used in a sentence; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sweet jangan marah, k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahah. :/ So I finally got him to tell me where/who he got my number from and he said he got it from Haji. And I was like, whaat? Both the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Haji&lt;/span&gt;s I know don't even have my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. There I go again. See? I don't have anything to blog about. Seriously. This proves that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Noni&lt;/span&gt; and I are right. We have no life. We only had such things when we were kids. I mean, seriously. Most of them got to go to Australia, New Zealand, France, and elsewhere. And I got to go to Los Angeles and Malaysia. :D Oh wait, that's sad. But all of us have something in common. Well, not really. Just most of us; We've been to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;. :] Aaaaah, if only I can remember what it was like. Wait, no. I was probably scared of everything/everyone. I had this picture with a hot &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Genie&lt;/span&gt;.. But I looked like I was forced to be in that picture and I was about to cry. And, and, there was this other picture of me in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Minnie&lt;/span&gt;'s house. But it looked like I didn't really want to be there. Maybe I'll scan them some time and post it here for you guys. Anyway. Yeah. Hahahahahahah. /&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sings to Malcolm In The Middle's opening song; Life is unfairrrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pee. Hehehehe.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-115953893880402672?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115953893880402672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=115953893880402672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/115953893880402672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/115953893880402672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/scarykidsscaringkidsmydarkesthour-have.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-115928159026628788</id><published>2006-09-26T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:52:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;//&lt;strong&gt;MyAmericanHeart&lt;/strong&gt;TheProcess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm in a good state with the ex's girlfriend. At least I think so. Unless this was just a big mean prank to get back at me. :( If it is so, I swear I'll kill myself. 'Cause I'm just so sick and tired of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway. Today was the first day of school in the month of Ramadhan, and obviously school hours are reduced to 245 minutes instead of the usual 300 minutes. Which is just 55 minutes less than the usual school hours. And why the hell am I doing the math again? I have no effing idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;School is obviously more tiring when you're fasting. Especially when you're in form 4 and your class is on the third storey AND you're in an all-girls high school that goes by the name of Sekolah Tinggi Perempuan Raja Isteri. Yes, STPRI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But the best part of going to school during Ramadhan is that you have an excuse to sleep all afternoon. Well, I know some people don't find that so cool 'cause they do it all the time. But I never get a chance to sleep in the afternoon after school. It's like, so sad. But at least I get to do that, now that it's Ramadan. God, how many times have I mentioned Ramadan? Oh, there I go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We had a quiz on Act 3 of Macbeth during Literature. And let me just laugh it all off 'cause I don't think I did so well. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Nani and Iznie came over this afternoon to continue watching &lt;strong&gt;The DaVincci Code&lt;/strong&gt;, and I joined them 'cause I hadn't finished watching it. Psssst, you know why? 'Cause I was too scared to watch it all alone. &lt;strong&gt;Silas&lt;/strong&gt; is just freaky. And Nani has a crush on him. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Apple. If you've seen the movie, you'd probably know what I'm talking about. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We had sungkai with Naif, Melati and their parents this evening. Tarmizi didn't come 'cause according to my uncle, he never breaks fast at home. He doesn't eat &lt;em&gt;makanan rumah&lt;/em&gt;. I guess he's used to eating out. I am like, major jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Well, I guess I better get going. I'm meeting my love in our very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lala-Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And you know where we're meeting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;*Whispers; under the purple &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tickle-tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;If you used to watch Barney when you were little, you'd probably know what a tickle-tree is and how it looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;P/S; My little brother has his underwear on his head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34743737-115928159026628788?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115928159026628788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=115928159026628788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/115928159026628788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/115928159026628788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/myamericanhearttheprocess-im-in-good.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34743737.post-115903286830715146</id><published>2006-09-24T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:36:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;//&lt;strong&gt;Saosin&lt;/strong&gt;Voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So I'm really excited about having sahur for the real Ramadhan. Yeah, incase you don't already know- I'm pathetic. With a capital P. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I miss *Cough, cough. Kiim *Cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&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/34743737-115903286830715146?l=xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115903286830715146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34743737&amp;postID=115903286830715146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/115903286830715146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34743737/posts/default/115903286830715146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xclosemyeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/saosinvoices-so-im-really-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>SHHH.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
