<?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-13409214</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:05:16.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the walls start breathing.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-7731393176793602870</id><published>2007-07-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:17:12.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dishonestly,&lt;br /&gt;just leave a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maoshimin.blogspot.com"&gt;Bye Bye Baby.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-7731393176793602870?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/7731393176793602870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=7731393176793602870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/7731393176793602870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/7731393176793602870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-dishonestly-just-leave-note.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-4118286174067729203</id><published>2007-07-21T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:49:34.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maoshimin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqJF2opaQMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HNnpjy3eZnQ/s320/Legss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;It's a broken hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-4118286174067729203?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/4118286174067729203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-1241859085428792808</id><published>2007-07-20T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:07:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3y2PKY9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nEcHB1juzPY/s1600-h/s640x4806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089199294364935122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3y2PKY9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nEcHB1juzPY/s320/s640x4806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3hWPKY6I/AAAAAAAAANo/ASmFDiaNIXA/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089198993717224354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3hWPKY6I/AAAAAAAAANo/ASmFDiaNIXA/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah it's not a crab.&lt;br /&gt;It's a prawn.&lt;br /&gt;The feelers are not an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3hmPKY7I/AAAAAAAAANw/bsBMaXn2n-c/s1600-h/864957570l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089198998012191666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3hmPKY7I/AAAAAAAAANw/bsBMaXn2n-c/s320/864957570l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3h2PKY8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wDXo78L_ttw/s1600-h/IMG_0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089199002307158978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3h2PKY8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wDXo78L_ttw/s320/IMG_0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeeeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the pretty cupcakes! (:&lt;br /&gt;They were yums. Hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1241859085428792808?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1241859085428792808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1241859085428792808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1241859085428792808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1241859085428792808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-yeah-its-not-crab.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RqB3y2PKY9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nEcHB1juzPY/s72-c/s640x4806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-5154825007327545905</id><published>2007-07-17T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T05:56:12.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen to Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;The song's very sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it got this serious.&lt;br /&gt;My 24 hearts fell.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I reacted the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could hold your shoulders and shake you.&lt;br /&gt;Shake you until your head rolls off.&lt;br /&gt;Shake you until you finally wake up.&lt;br /&gt;What is it you're doing with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I gave up something for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see how much I left behind for you?&lt;br /&gt;How you lied, how you sold my trust away for coins.&lt;br /&gt;How I thought I could put that all aside,&lt;br /&gt;And I did, for awhile it stopped stabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a little appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess for someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;it's a little too much right?&lt;br /&gt;You failed to call me when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;You failed to hold me when I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;You failed to reassure me when I'm wavering.&lt;br /&gt;You failed to love me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start taking care of my turtle,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how neglect feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I used to count the number of times we fought,&lt;br /&gt;and use that as a gage of how much we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;And then again,&lt;br /&gt;manipulate that to convince your friends that this stc girl is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;When I asked myself why I'm fighting so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Why I had to make myself believe it, when I tell my friends we're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could go on.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's too dramatic for you,&lt;br /&gt;then I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Something corporate.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd come to my house,&lt;br /&gt;and perfom a sappy love song for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-5154825007327545905?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/5154825007327545905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=5154825007327545905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5154825007327545905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5154825007327545905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/listen-to-jeff-buckleys-hallelujah.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-5804758313878128100</id><published>2007-07-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:57:56.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing gets unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpuIDGPKY5I/AAAAAAAAANg/gnD1N6ph7YE/s1600-h/neoprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087809790840300434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpuIDGPKY5I/AAAAAAAAANg/gnD1N6ph7YE/s320/neoprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpuB1mPKY3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7lYld6lrNE0/s1600-h/neoprint13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087802961842299762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpuB1mPKY3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7lYld6lrNE0/s320/neoprint13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through these two,&lt;br /&gt;I realise my inner ahlian is blooming.&lt;br /&gt;Die!&lt;br /&gt;Perish!&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my liiifffeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to draw a crab today.&lt;br /&gt;It took me more than 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel shitty about sitting for my bio pract.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just following what people do.&lt;br /&gt;So if they're an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a idiot.&lt;br /&gt;So bio friends,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably post up a picture of my crab,&lt;br /&gt;after I scan it in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that kind of feeling that,&lt;br /&gt;you did it entirely on your own,&lt;br /&gt;and it's like the fruits of your labour.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's far from realistic.&lt;br /&gt;I hate prawn legs.&lt;br /&gt;Or the swimming things lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know,&lt;br /&gt;Insects are derived from Prawns.&lt;br /&gt;Like ehh, walau.&lt;br /&gt;Try and cheat us ah.&lt;br /&gt;So when we're eating prawns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we actually eating insects also ah.&lt;br /&gt;I mean afterall,&lt;br /&gt;their bodies has the same stuff inside, right?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend just told me,&lt;br /&gt;That we shouldn't meet up for one month.&lt;br /&gt;Just because she woke up one day,&lt;br /&gt;and decided to shave all her sides off.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome lah,&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to pay the price as well.&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/13409214-5804758313878128100?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/5804758313878128100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=5804758313878128100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5804758313878128100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5804758313878128100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing-gets-unnoticed.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpuIDGPKY5I/AAAAAAAAANg/gnD1N6ph7YE/s72-c/neoprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-2953345846194623841</id><published>2007-07-15T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T04:55:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched some bio thing.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it's damn sick.&lt;br /&gt;Our brain is white you know.&lt;br /&gt;And the way the person was disecting it,&lt;br /&gt;it looked a lot like a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;I should so show it to Mrs Leong.&lt;br /&gt;=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpoHjmPKY1I/AAAAAAAAANA/_D6BvuTiasU/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087387037209355090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpoHjmPKY1I/AAAAAAAAANA/_D6BvuTiasU/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpoHj2PKY2I/AAAAAAAAANI/W_eP_vyAZ3c/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087387041504322402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpoHj2PKY2I/AAAAAAAAANI/W_eP_vyAZ3c/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a better camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I like flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of my Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala ------ You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally caught jlc on Hbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's perth sch came to perform.&lt;br /&gt;And the singing part was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like mesmerized,&lt;br /&gt;And that was stc the quietest I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally sign in to friendster and msn. (:&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. My weekend was alrigggght.&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 bras,&lt;br /&gt;but no not from Calvin Klein,&lt;br /&gt;the remaining designs were sucky.&lt;br /&gt;La senza's undies are superr adorable.&lt;br /&gt;They had hearts with wings on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;and altered my frenchconnection top.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this takes away my grumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;For awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2953345846194623841?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2953345846194623841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2953345846194623841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2953345846194623841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2953345846194623841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-watched-some-bio-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpoHjmPKY1I/AAAAAAAAANA/_D6BvuTiasU/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-9052465445612005293</id><published>2007-07-13T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T07:24:29.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'mma stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying song, but the lyrics quite sweet ah.&lt;br /&gt;Ella ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had 24 hearts, they would be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Friday 13th.&lt;br /&gt;It held up it's reputation, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you,&lt;br /&gt;for everything I couldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my back,&lt;br /&gt;I shiver.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't say anything,&lt;br /&gt;cause you'll spoil it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much talk about sex recently.&lt;br /&gt;Pc -Sex talk, cme -sex talk.&lt;br /&gt;Fareast with FL and Hw -sex talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so have the same watch as damai WD. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-9052465445612005293?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/9052465445612005293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=9052465445612005293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/9052465445612005293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/9052465445612005293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-sun-shine-well-shine-together-told.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-8539647110890311369</id><published>2007-07-12T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T04:44:08.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpYPvmPKYxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NRFzO1pDnBk/s1600-h/200531540-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086270139553964818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpYPvmPKYxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NRFzO1pDnBk/s400/200531540-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that she knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-8539647110890311369?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/8539647110890311369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=8539647110890311369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/8539647110890311369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/8539647110890311369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-that-she-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpYPvmPKYxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NRFzO1pDnBk/s72-c/200531540-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-2892360296810156824</id><published>2007-07-10T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T04:51:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpNctDb3xYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SMaGJF8FtEs/s1600-h/s640x4809+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510333317498242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpNctDb3xYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SMaGJF8FtEs/s400/s640x4809+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart started pulsating,&lt;br /&gt;so hard and so fast I could hear it in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;My legs muscles seem to malfunction,&lt;br /&gt;and I felt almost paralytic, almost.&lt;br /&gt;Every damn step I took,&lt;br /&gt;was with a question in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Will she think this is alright?&lt;br /&gt;Will she notice me this time?&lt;br /&gt;As if the smallest details would make her change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The usual tingling feeling sprinted along my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;But this time with exceedingly that much epinephrine.&lt;br /&gt;Is my shirt in place?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look pretty enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is my hair flying the right way?&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;Are we still friends?&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew,&lt;br /&gt;my shirt was damp in cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;I felt particularly handicapped,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly I just couldn't walk straight.&lt;br /&gt;My hips were going this way and that,&lt;br /&gt;in a berserk spasm.&lt;br /&gt;Are we still friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2892360296810156824?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2892360296810156824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2892360296810156824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2892360296810156824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2892360296810156824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-heart-started-pulsating-so-hard-and.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RpNctDb3xYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SMaGJF8FtEs/s72-c/s640x4809+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-174461586566836331</id><published>2007-07-07T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:12:22.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Ro-wBjb3xXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZpUWKjjBlPk/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084476045063079282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Ro-wBjb3xXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZpUWKjjBlPk/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my fringe looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Ro-wBDb3xWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eJGk2CtTPh8/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084476036473144674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Ro-wBDb3xWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eJGk2CtTPh8/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syf was pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;I mean stc should be pretty embarassed yo.&lt;br /&gt;If I were the principal of stc,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be holding an event just to show we're not rich enough to get a better sound system.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a display of washing out undies in public.&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have my face look like acid fell on it,&lt;br /&gt;so I guess she needs whatever she "has" to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes,&lt;br /&gt;from the two pictures,&lt;br /&gt;you can tell I need a camera.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to come up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;- Save 2 bucks everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this for pretty long okay.&lt;br /&gt;Giving up 2 bucks would mean I've no money to have recess.&lt;br /&gt;Which is such a goood thing&lt;br /&gt;cause now I got a motivation to stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;Putting into consideration the 1 buck that goes into the "Big party" envelope.&lt;br /&gt;Nah ah, no more money.&lt;br /&gt;No more Orangey bacon thing.&lt;br /&gt;No more Kickapoo.&lt;br /&gt;No more Chicken patties.&lt;br /&gt;No more Nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;No more jelly.&lt;br /&gt;No more Fish.&lt;br /&gt;No more Fries.&lt;br /&gt;No more starchy tofu.&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you see me about to buy any of the above,&lt;br /&gt;Please reinforce my want to have a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays 070707.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wear green out today.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll look silly cause..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Paul is really starting to give me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;Just read this okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey I think I have another reason.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am dying soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been coughing out blood non stop since the end of june.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have tb.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid of going to the doctors&lt;br /&gt;I am only 17&lt;br /&gt;I think it's better not to know the results then regret later.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry&lt;br /&gt;I will live each day to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;But it would be great to get to know someone nice like you before or if I pass on&lt;br /&gt;and you are not gay or lesbian or anything at all&lt;br /&gt;its only right to find out why I wish to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;But I am sorry that I can't give you 5 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this reason is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;But if this still doesn't satisfy you.&lt;br /&gt;Then I am sorry I can't think of more.&lt;br /&gt;But making friends with out would be a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you would change your mind now.. probably..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess its because I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my mum died when I was in Primary4.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that a part of my life was wrenched away from me&lt;br /&gt;I thought that by making friends with people like you&lt;br /&gt;I would have some joy in life.&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that you are a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I really hope that you would be my friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey looks as if you won't give me a chance to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its okay.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you.. patiently..&lt;br /&gt;Till the day you accept me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me would you be freaked out?&lt;br /&gt;And like omg. I don't even know who the fuck he is?&lt;br /&gt;I should like call the police or something.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you know what's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing to talk to your girlfriend about.&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/13409214-174461586566836331?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/174461586566836331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=174461586566836331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/174461586566836331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/174461586566836331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/syf-was-pretty-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Ro-wBjb3xXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZpUWKjjBlPk/s72-c/Image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-3281205036405487522</id><published>2007-07-05T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:52:23.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoyzHzb3xUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uZio4aq9O5o/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083635026042012994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoyzHzb3xUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uZio4aq9O5o/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so cute right?&lt;br /&gt;And it's so comfortable. (:&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could wear them to sch,&lt;br /&gt;and make myself look more like I geek than I already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was digging through my closet,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find my suspenders,&lt;br /&gt;but instead I found this.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I have absolutely no recollections of this,&lt;br /&gt;until, yeah lah until I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why I never wore it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember I bought it in P6. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Even the price tag was still on lah.&lt;br /&gt;I would've preferred it if it was pants,&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;I found something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoyzITb3xVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NfEOb_-BtV8/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083635034631947602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoyzITb3xVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NfEOb_-BtV8/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subway outlet at Far east is really taking the suggestions well.&lt;br /&gt;Their service is so much better now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the other days or timings,&lt;br /&gt;but the past two days I've been going at around 330,&lt;br /&gt;and it's so much more inviting now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe also cause there's two quite hot eurasian guys lah.&lt;br /&gt;That makes the motivation for me to walk all the way to Fareast.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Cold cut is the bommbbbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suffer many sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;and make my hands nice and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;So that maybe they'll be good enough for you to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends tell me I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;My parents tell me I don't think enough.&lt;br /&gt;And by telling me that I'm thinking the wrong way,&lt;br /&gt;is just saying I don't have enough brains to think the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Which is sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp is bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't let me sign in to friendster OR msn OR yahoo games&lt;br /&gt;Which means major screw up in the nearrr future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syf night tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the idea of wearing anything else to sch other than..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, the school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be like walking down a runway,&lt;br /&gt;and it's judgement day.&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks, for people like me.&lt;br /&gt;Who think we're a little too fat for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinee ah, are we still wearing suspenders?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just realise I have 2,&lt;br /&gt;So I could lend you one if the beige one doesn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;Msg mee wheeen you seeeee this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a chatty mood today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanwei and I had a good talk during Eng mass lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just haven't been talking to her much.&lt;br /&gt;So choose okay.&lt;br /&gt;What would you want your girlfriend to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Darling,&lt;br /&gt;Dear,&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bea, ( short form of baby in case you've never come across it )&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;or Lovely?&lt;br /&gt;I still vote for Baby.&lt;br /&gt;Though it sounds awfully mushy,&lt;br /&gt;and my hair would totally stand if I hear some girl calling another girl that.&lt;br /&gt;But even still...&lt;br /&gt;aiyah I stand by Baby lah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;No explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hw says guys like to call their girlfriends "sweetie"&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahha, I think its too "betty boop"for me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Totally reminds me of curls and corsets.&lt;br /&gt;Which is what betty boop is famous for lah. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I hate chinese guys who calls their girlfriends "Ma zi"&lt;br /&gt;Think we what, donkey ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping yo.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't bought the boxers.&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Klein has some damn big sale.&lt;br /&gt;The bras cost like 20 per pair.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know this sounds a little off lah,&lt;br /&gt;like why the hell am I talking about bras.&lt;br /&gt;But omg 20bucks for Calvin Klein?&lt;br /&gt;Is it christmas or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis bought like 3 at a shot or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay. Bye.&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/13409214-3281205036405487522?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/3281205036405487522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=3281205036405487522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3281205036405487522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3281205036405487522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/07/theyre-so-cute-right-and-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoyzHzb3xUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uZio4aq9O5o/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-1214338612831977918</id><published>2007-07-03T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T04:12:42.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apple or Orange?&lt;br /&gt;Red or green?&lt;br /&gt;Elmo or cookie monster?&lt;br /&gt;New year or christmas?&lt;br /&gt;My bag or yours?&lt;br /&gt;Rose or dandelions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoonge.&lt;br /&gt;You should hear it when she says it.&lt;br /&gt;Super adorable.&lt;br /&gt;And my heart melts till there's nothing left to feel.&lt;br /&gt;It's just some things that when you look at it,&lt;br /&gt;It makes you go. Awwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn is quite a friend. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for accompanying me today.&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have died if you didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go to jail for two months,&lt;br /&gt;or eat your own shit?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go to jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1214338612831977918?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1214338612831977918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1214338612831977918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1214338612831977918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Roik-Db3xTI/AAAAAAAAALw/74oRIFnTgOk/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082493565468656946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Roik-Db3xTI/AAAAAAAAALw/74oRIFnTgOk/s400/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango Lingo is the besssst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay today is Youth day.&lt;br /&gt;And for no apparent reason,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Walked quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to stay at Bugis street longer.&lt;br /&gt;There was quite alot of interesting stuff that I didn't stopped to see.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not buying the cap from f21.&lt;br /&gt;And the jacket.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a thing which I don't know&lt;br /&gt;if I'm supposed to wear it as a dress or a top.&lt;br /&gt;My sis says it's a dress. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought this super cute pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;It's like. those oldschool kind of shoe?&lt;br /&gt;The kind you wear in Primary sch.&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha, super cute.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go back in Sept to see the new designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm still feeling so erknejnfnw inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1373629312679319?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1373629312679319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1373629312679319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1373629312679319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoUgqDb3xRI/AAAAAAAAALg/VbBdgZmq7uo/s400/s640x480412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take a look at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen anything better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-3889756916849038508?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/3889756916849038508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=3889756916849038508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3889756916849038508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3889756916849038508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/06/take-look-at-your-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoUgqDb3xRI/AAAAAAAAALg/VbBdgZmq7uo/s72-c/s640x480412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-7070255416003671053</id><published>2007-06-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T06:53:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: March 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at so much - you never know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.&lt;br /&gt;You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on Hanwei's blog.&lt;br /&gt;And I did it,&lt;br /&gt;even though I normally wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I never feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to admit,&lt;br /&gt;but pretty damn true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-7070255416003671053?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/7070255416003671053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=7070255416003671053' title='0 Comments'/><link 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080357888700623714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoEOlTfaq2I/AAAAAAAAALE/treFHTWkKEw/s400/s640x480412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could stay tonight,&lt;br /&gt;every thing will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;And the person I spent my time there with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my new chem teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I understand her when she says Reduction.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe&lt;br /&gt;I might pass prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. A complimentary performance of vocal or instrumental music in the open air at night,&lt;br /&gt;as by a lover under the window of his lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you perform a serenade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-7529267801293826533?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/7529267801293826533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=7529267801293826533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/7529267801293826533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/7529267801293826533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-could-stay-tonight-every-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RoEOlTfaq2I/AAAAAAAAALE/treFHTWkKEw/s72-c/s640x480412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-1473799052905399318</id><published>2007-06-23T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:13:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcDfaqxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XRoe6-VWppA/s1600-h/s320x2404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079292303019518738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcDfaqxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XRoe6-VWppA/s200/s320x2404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcDfaqyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IRkfFMhyh8w/s1600-h/s320x2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079292303019518754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcDfaqyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IRkfFMhyh8w/s200/s320x2402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put down my pride,&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of this. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcTfaqzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ov5y-akqhWs/s1600-h/s320x24015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079292307314486066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcTfaqzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ov5y-akqhWs/s200/s320x24015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcTfaq0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/XnuWOQjUisc/s1600-h/s320x2401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079292307314486082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcTfaq0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/XnuWOQjUisc/s200/s320x2401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super powers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcTfaq1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lzOEvAvcOAI/s1600-h/s320x2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079292307314486098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcTfaq1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lzOEvAvcOAI/s200/s320x2407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did go down to support the new bdiv.&lt;br /&gt;And it's pretty sad to watch them play when you're not part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, no longer part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Khoon and Aish,&lt;br /&gt;they'll get better. (:&lt;br /&gt;Faith yo.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have this thing about accepting myself being fat.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those I talk to often lah.&lt;br /&gt;You would know.&lt;br /&gt;And after so long, I guess I'm just comfortable with it,&lt;br /&gt;though truely accepting is tough.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but today.&lt;br /&gt;I got complimented.&lt;br /&gt;I was called plumpy.&lt;br /&gt;I mean yeah its still means you have extra baggage,&lt;br /&gt;but which would you rather be.&lt;br /&gt;Fat or Plump?&lt;br /&gt;Plumpy sounds pretty cute too.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I kinda lost my sight on what I was trying to get at.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah plumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I spell plump right?&lt;br /&gt;It looks so seperated. Like p lump.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got burnt today.&lt;br /&gt;Out of all my attempts at trying to get a nice tan this hol.&lt;br /&gt;Today's one was the most successful.&lt;br /&gt;Though I must say,&lt;br /&gt;it's a little overdone. =l&lt;br /&gt;I might peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Mel Amelia and Jl is funnn.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Amelia's the best at being silly.&lt;br /&gt;And it's the type of silly that you know is so silly that its not funny,&lt;br /&gt;but yet its that extent of silly that you start laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;And now its got me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;how much I missed out on them this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;(: I'm glad we caught up, loves.&lt;br /&gt;Mahjongggg, and tues is Just follow law?&lt;br /&gt;Which Mel and Amelia finds it so funny that they started laughing + crying&lt;br /&gt;just with the mention of Just follow law.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Jl + me + stunned.&lt;br /&gt;When were our friends that hysteric?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll find out on Tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 24th tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Vinee gave me a heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat it tmrr!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its chocolate by the way.&lt;br /&gt;I owe her a letterrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, how can I forgettt.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate love.&lt;br /&gt;Next : Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tlw came to study for awhile on.. when?&lt;br /&gt;We did 4 emaths paper2 questions in 1 hr plus mins.&lt;br /&gt;Haahha. I surprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wouldve fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock strikes 12,&lt;br /&gt;I can forget your existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I blogged a lotttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been watching Miami Ink a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;why do people get tattoos of coi fish?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's like so red orange and gaudy.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, oriental. Icks.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I would love to get a chinese character done.&lt;br /&gt;or wings that would cover my entire back. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, its nice to dream sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away train,&lt;br /&gt;never coming back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1473799052905399318?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1473799052905399318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1473799052905399318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1473799052905399318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1473799052905399318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-had-to-put-down-my-pride-for-sake-of.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rn1FcDfaqxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XRoe6-VWppA/s72-c/s320x2404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-7175309541755144413</id><published>2007-06-21T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T05:06:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Have to start getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I never thought it would be this difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop exploiting people for emotional support.&lt;br /&gt;And letting them think I was really into it.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it eh?&lt;br /&gt;At least I can admit I'm insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Okay more like Really insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied for today.&lt;br /&gt;And I can use this satisfaction to keep myself happy for the next 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;People like Limsingh would probably think I'm "wanking"&lt;br /&gt;But no, it's just shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can beat a big Mango sale.&lt;br /&gt;I walked out feeling so proud because I grabbed the best deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, shopping is realllly good exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-7175309541755144413?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/7175309541755144413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=7175309541755144413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/7175309541755144413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/7175309541755144413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/06/start-getting-used-to-it.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-1432263873892477536</id><published>2007-06-15T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:54:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was or am very damn very damn pekchek.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry to the point that I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that kind of crying,&lt;br /&gt;cause it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Not erm the unliteral hurt,&lt;br /&gt;but the literal physical hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inability to perform well has caused a lifetime of loss&lt;br /&gt;that I could never make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with Saturdays and messed up plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul is a freak.&lt;br /&gt;And gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1432263873892477536?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1432263873892477536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1432263873892477536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1432263873892477536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-8239571655623464967</id><published>2007-06-14T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T05:58:17.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RnE67zfaqwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/C-ACWHKlLVM/s1600-h/neoprint14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075903054131931906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RnE67zfaqwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/C-ACWHKlLVM/s320/neoprint14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-8239571655623464967?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-7610799754527150758</id><published>2007-06-12T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:07:13.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could scream at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explaining would take too long,&lt;br /&gt;and I would have lost you by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ ---. ------ ---. ----.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you can't figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone would stop asking me if I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say,&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rm6H9TfaqtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/irPqek4hhz0/s1600-h/neoprint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075143317366942418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rm6H9TfaqtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/irPqek4hhz0/s320/neoprint1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rm6H9jfaquI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PEWNNkFWG2g/s1600-h/neoprint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075143321661909730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rm6H9jfaquI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PEWNNkFWG2g/s320/neoprint2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rm6H-DfaqvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uEaSxq-fnKw/s1600-h/neoprint4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075143330251844338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rm6H-DfaqvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uEaSxq-fnKw/s320/neoprint4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanned quite a lot of shit in today.&lt;br /&gt;They're a little blur and outdated.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, there used to be the whole wooha on taking neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;And I never figured out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says they're there when I need them.&lt;br /&gt;But are they really?&lt;br /&gt;Were you really?&lt;br /&gt;So how many would sit down with me over coffee&lt;br /&gt;just to hear me blab about life.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it kinda explains itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-7610799754527150758?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/7610799754527150758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=7610799754527150758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/7610799754527150758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my window upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;But nooo, all it took was 3 mins for me to get changed,&lt;br /&gt;walk out my room,&lt;br /&gt;get in the lift,&lt;br /&gt;get out the lift,&lt;br /&gt;walk to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow the sun decided to run.&lt;br /&gt;Now the guard totally thinks I'm some weird kid.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Vinee and I are gona get a tan.&lt;br /&gt;Like an artificial tan. Hhahah.&lt;br /&gt;There's like some new place in cine,&lt;br /&gt;it's not open yet.&lt;br /&gt;But we're gona go when it does.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. I just hope I don't die like the girls in final destination3.&lt;br /&gt;So sad man.&lt;br /&gt;To die naked, and such an ugly death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much stuff going on on the 23rd, 24th and 25th.&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even remember what.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;So much stuff I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a tan&lt;br /&gt;2. Make the present&lt;br /&gt;3. Play mahjong with May&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat laksa and swensens with Flz&lt;br /&gt;5. Go shopping at central&lt;br /&gt;6. Go shopping&lt;br /&gt;7. I haven't seen Mel since the hols started&lt;br /&gt;8. Get Tumble's protector from Mango&lt;br /&gt;9. Play netballllllll/ or just exercise&lt;br /&gt;10. Cook pasta for my darling&lt;br /&gt;11. Go watch Amelia and the rest for the src carnival&lt;br /&gt;12. Buy a camera&lt;br /&gt;13. Get my mum to buy me a new phone&lt;br /&gt;That should be all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLZ!&lt;br /&gt;I know whats the fourth thing we're supposed to do!&lt;br /&gt;Watch movie!&lt;br /&gt;Right!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think Harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;Ferlai thinks I became more ahlian lah.&lt;br /&gt;Wahpiangzsxz. hOw kAn eUuz saEe mOii lIike tAtt.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I do admit I need to get rid of lahlehlormeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I packed my table.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to pack my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2978459805915535751?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2978459805915535751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;May is dirrty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-578404589475235011?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/578404589475235011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=578404589475235011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/578404589475235011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/578404589475235011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/06/touch-ball-with-your-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-7876601915710363709</id><published>2007-06-07T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T05:49:00.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second week of holidays is reaching an end,&lt;br /&gt;and I have yet to accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im proud of me darling, I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-7876601915710363709?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/7876601915710363709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why do you always have to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-388140384881774765?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/388140384881774765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=388140384881774765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/388140384881774765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/388140384881774765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-do-you-always-have-to-be-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-6236499322721370413</id><published>2007-06-05T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T04:57:33.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Debbo is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a message at 519 am.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi mo. I miss you. I hope you're doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;This christmas, I'll write you a card again. :D"&lt;br /&gt;Eibbedbed's so cute right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching XNIJ play makes you miss playing netball. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cause they make it look so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Their long passes, the way they fly.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. But being scorer is pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;Quite stress also. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing netball.&lt;br /&gt;Omg how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish Khoon and Teresa are at msia!&lt;br /&gt;Doing cip, teaching the kids a new sport.&lt;br /&gt;And probably building them a new library or sth.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. I hope when they get back,&lt;br /&gt;we could play balllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May has sexy legs. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;and wait, I thought you guys drawed the game?&lt;br /&gt;Why you cry?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, school, home, eat, sleep, wake up, eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, school, home, eat, sleep, wake up, eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Witness my life becoming a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long,&lt;br /&gt;Now you just think that you do.&lt;br /&gt;One day, you're going to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;and finally realise.&lt;br /&gt;When they day comes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to do up the other blog,&lt;br /&gt;because this one is irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't change the colour of the date,&lt;br /&gt;and the colour sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-6236499322721370413?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-5015851568590070363</id><published>2007-06-02T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:27:25.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Real tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-5015851568590070363?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/5015851568590070363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=5015851568590070363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5015851568590070363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5015851568590070363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-1078675132709628227</id><published>2007-06-01T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:57:41.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just reminded of my something corporate days.&lt;br /&gt;Never fails to emo-en me.&lt;br /&gt;And so I had their songs on repeat for the whole of last night.&lt;br /&gt;Until Tumble's battery went flat. ):&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, and thinking, and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking so much,&lt;br /&gt;That I wish my brain had burst,&lt;br /&gt;because I didn't want to wake up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just some of the days when you don't feel like talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;and you don't feel like smiling just to show you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;I get that a lot,&lt;br /&gt;and I predict more ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate sounding like a typical troubled teenager,&lt;br /&gt;but I still feel myself succumbing to such 'temptations'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was strong.&lt;br /&gt;And this is sounds too similar to something cheesy&lt;br /&gt;that you would find in the Joy Luck Club.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah okay.&lt;br /&gt;Emelia needs to stop being self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anberlin and Copeland's coming to Sg&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know?!&lt;br /&gt;Their gig's this sunday,&lt;br /&gt;and it's 80 at the door.&lt;br /&gt;I want ttttoooo gggggooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my prince come riding on a horse,&lt;br /&gt;to take me away sooner?! ._.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe I don't dig copeland or anberlin,&lt;br /&gt;like really dig it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the thrill of attending a gig,&lt;br /&gt;which I haven't done so in the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I such a loser?&lt;br /&gt;Where is Todd when I need his company?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the students in msia has already started studying for o's.&lt;br /&gt;Like their hangout place is now the library?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that would ever happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1078675132709628227?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1078675132709628227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1078675132709628227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1078675132709628227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1078675132709628227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-just-reminded-of-my-something.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-2785287497789601416</id><published>2007-05-30T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:13:42.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rl5nNZYpoRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/asYkKpaamwY/s1600-h/DSCF4515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070603710315995410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rl5nNZYpoRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/asYkKpaamwY/s400/DSCF4515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my hair's gone.&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, I'm not bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss me here,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And let me feel like I’m the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayhome thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Now now,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd wish for something thats not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a thief and a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't shoot it,&lt;br /&gt;how am I supposed to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you,&lt;br /&gt;Give my gun away when it's loaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2785287497789601416?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2785287497789601416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2785287497789601416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2785287497789601416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2785287497789601416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-my-hairs-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rl5nNZYpoRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/asYkKpaamwY/s72-c/DSCF4515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-110997744703262078</id><published>2007-05-30T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:15:39.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redromance.blogspot.com"&gt;http://redromance.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-110997744703262078?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/110997744703262078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=110997744703262078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/110997744703262078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/110997744703262078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpredromance.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-3226439467166608477</id><published>2007-05-23T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T06:28:26.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;You'd feel like heaven to touch&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel like I feel&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse is really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, in their own cute high screeching way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long more,&lt;br /&gt;Before you let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-3226439467166608477?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/3226439467166608477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=3226439467166608477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3226439467166608477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3226439467166608477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-just-too-good-to-be-true-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-2123555709489726733</id><published>2007-05-21T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:46:22.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone takes pictures of the same kind,&lt;br /&gt;that even the most intricate photography becomes the norm.&lt;br /&gt;Such a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on Tvlinks 24/7 ever since exams ended.&lt;br /&gt;Just that some off the movies cannot be downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore poly netball thingy turned out pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was out to kill us,&lt;br /&gt;poor Jiali sprained her ankle,&lt;br /&gt;and some people just didn't bother waking up.&lt;br /&gt;Resulting us to have only 4players,&lt;br /&gt;a "team" without a scorer.&lt;br /&gt;Joy came for the last game,&lt;br /&gt;she looked damn stressed. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;I don't want to know my results.&lt;br /&gt;Really don't want to. &lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone eat my papers up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn something everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and today I learnt that mailboxes in Singapore are colourful.&lt;br /&gt;And that I'm just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck fails 6subjects for Midyears when she's sec4.&lt;br /&gt;I suspect I'm born stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I just don't want to blame myself for whatever I 'acheived'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dropping hair like never before.&lt;br /&gt;Am I pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Omg,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have a urine test.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it makes me feel awkward,&lt;br /&gt;even though technically I would be alone.&lt;br /&gt;But.. yeah you get what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2123555709489726733?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2123555709489726733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2123555709489726733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2123555709489726733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2123555709489726733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/everyone-takes-pictures-of-same-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-2373389586771068882</id><published>2007-05-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:47:28.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my mum bought me 3 books,&lt;br /&gt;- Why true love waits.&lt;br /&gt;- Bloom, growing up girls.&lt;br /&gt;- How to be a good daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;And they're really fat.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's worse that she bought 4 books for herself.&lt;br /&gt;On good parenting.&lt;br /&gt;Man, She's really keen on making this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having irresponsible friends.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Ones that are always late,&lt;br /&gt;and think they can get away by shrugging it off.&lt;br /&gt;Ones that live on your money,&lt;br /&gt;and just take your stuff with no signs of gratefulness,&lt;br /&gt;or with any plans on returning them.&lt;br /&gt;Really hate them.&lt;br /&gt;So much for "what are friends for"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2373389586771068882?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2373389586771068882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2373389586771068882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2373389586771068882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2373389586771068882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-my-mum-bought-me-3-books-why-true.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-4968254756766336535</id><published>2007-05-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:57:42.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The way she looked at me with burning rage,&lt;br /&gt;and hate spinning in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;This was the daughter I brought up.&lt;br /&gt;This was the daughter that didn't love me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of myself, the mother that I am today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how heart ripping it is for a daughter to hear her own mother to say this.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;Because hearing that,&lt;br /&gt;I felt a degree of sorrow I never thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;But.. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is happening to my family?&lt;br /&gt;Things don't happen like this.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to a good, strong family.&lt;br /&gt;With fights that brought us together.&lt;br /&gt;Not ones that would weaken us,&lt;br /&gt;not ones that would break us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two things I learnt today.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like there's a small problem with your parents today,&lt;br /&gt;it's not going to go away tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, it's time to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;I would know.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't pleasant,&lt;br /&gt;but it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lan·guish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intr.v.   lan·guished, lan·guish·ing, lan·guish·es&lt;br /&gt;1. To be or become weak or feeble; lose strength or vigor.&lt;br /&gt;2. To exist or continue in miserable or disheartening conditions: languished away in prison.&lt;br /&gt;3. To remain unattended or be neglected: legislation that continued to languish in committee.&lt;br /&gt;4. To become downcast or pine away in longing: languish apart from friends and family;&lt;br /&gt;     languish for a change from dull routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a perfect example.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be emo,&lt;br /&gt;or sound emo,&lt;br /&gt;or act emo.&lt;br /&gt;But really,&lt;br /&gt;today was quite an eventful day for me,&lt;br /&gt;that caused me to be quite an emotional wreck.&lt;br /&gt;It was sucky,&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May may,&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this isn't a happy ending story.&lt;br /&gt;I would write you another one.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't received the letter youknow.&lt;br /&gt;Snailmail isn't the most reliable.&lt;br /&gt;And, still don't get the whole 2dollar thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Three dimples somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tlw,&lt;br /&gt;Can I reply you another day.&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a lot of thought I haven't put into words.&lt;br /&gt;I have something for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-4968254756766336535?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/4968254756766336535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=4968254756766336535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/4968254756766336535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/4968254756766336535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/way-she-looked-at-me-with-burning-rage.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-8135206071277961254</id><published>2007-05-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:22:36.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffin of lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4e8P4h4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0aRwiQr4xl8/s1600-h/DSCF0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064711728918988674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4e8P4h4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0aRwiQr4xl8/s200/DSCF0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottle of water's so ..&lt;br /&gt;In the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4fcP4h5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/p7Y4zwEfR4E/s1600-h/DSCF0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064711737508923282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4fcP4h5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/p7Y4zwEfR4E/s200/DSCF0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got chased by the security guard for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4gMP4h6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iUAehdTldaI/s1600-h/DSCF0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064711750393825186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4gMP4h6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iUAehdTldaI/s200/DSCF0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4hMP4h7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/odUEkj-_NYk/s1600-h/DSCF0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064711767573694386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4hMP4h7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/odUEkj-_NYk/s200/DSCF0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4iMP4h8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_74HP5nsEyY/s1600-h/DSCF0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064711784753563586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4iMP4h8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_74HP5nsEyY/s200/DSCF0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat that sleeps in a speaker bag.&lt;br /&gt;Pees in a bottle,&lt;br /&gt;and drinks Jackdaniels for milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2GMP4hzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/g51JpTyw0hI/s1600-h/mel+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064709104693970738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2GMP4hzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/g51JpTyw0hI/s200/mel+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2GcP4h0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FvUzCWUnAY8/s1600-h/PICT1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064709108988938050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2GcP4h0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FvUzCWUnAY8/s200/PICT1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandan cake. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2GsP4h1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2mm4gOmrBI8/s1600-h/PICT1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064709113283905362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2GsP4h1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2mm4gOmrBI8/s200/PICT1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2G8P4h2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/3iGueSfh8qk/s1600-h/PICT2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064709117578872674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2G8P4h2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/3iGueSfh8qk/s200/PICT2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gc gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2HMP4h3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/kxvd7qUvstY/s1600-h/PICT3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064709121873839986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl2HMP4h3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/kxvd7qUvstY/s200/PICT3466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise we look so different in sec2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0t8P4huI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2VKi661RxbA/s1600-h/LEGS..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064707588570515170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0t8P4huI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2VKi661RxbA/s200/LEGS..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0u8P4hvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DdK8qLEUknk/s1600-h/MARIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064707605750384370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0u8P4hvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DdK8qLEUknk/s200/MARIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0vMP4hwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NUDHvxyiUZg/s1600-h/marie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064707610045351682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0vMP4hwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NUDHvxyiUZg/s200/marie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0vMP4hxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oT95-IjjshY/s1600-h/marie1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064707610045351698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0vMP4hxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oT95-IjjshY/s200/marie1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0vcP4hyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zKYDKuFCPVw/s1600-h/marissa+and+i..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064707614340319010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl0vcP4hyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zKYDKuFCPVw/s200/marissa+and+i..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa + Merrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklzeMP4hpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xOLP1921fg8/s1600-h/DSCF1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706218475947666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklzeMP4hpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xOLP1921fg8/s200/DSCF1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklzesP4hqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w9QbvJxE_EI/s1600-h/DSCF1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706227065882274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklzesP4hqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w9QbvJxE_EI/s200/DSCF1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushhrooooom loveeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rklze8P4hrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MYsp5iDrMdI/s1600-h/DSCF1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706231360849586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rklze8P4hrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MYsp5iDrMdI/s200/DSCF1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklzfcP4hsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fglXb3s-gDg/s1600-h/DSCF2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706239950784194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklzfcP4hsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fglXb3s-gDg/s200/DSCF2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rklzf8P4htI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5A35Y3qRD_M/s1600-h/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706248540718802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rklzf8P4htI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5A35Y3qRD_M/s200/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah,&lt;br /&gt;Todd looks like shittttt here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklxtMP4hkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fdfvmN1o0so/s1600-h/DSCF1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064704277150729794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklxtMP4hkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fdfvmN1o0so/s200/DSCF1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at csh and ameliatanmunhui.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Kbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rklxt8P4hlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5q0Y9A0EWzg/s1600-h/DSCF1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064704290035631698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rklxt8P4hlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5q0Y9A0EWzg/s200/DSCF1972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rklxt8P4hmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k4oMwjINsFo/s1600-h/the+addiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064704290035631714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rklxt8P4hmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k4oMwjINsFo/s200/the+addiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklxuMP4hnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wVOJ0vBjV9U/s1600-h/nsl+2+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064704294330599026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklxuMP4hnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wVOJ0vBjV9U/s200/nsl+2+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklxusP4hoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sTAbiDbXIIs/s1600-h/DSCF0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064704302920533634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RklxusP4hoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sTAbiDbXIIs/s200/DSCF0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-8135206071277961254?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/8135206071277961254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=8135206071277961254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/8135206071277961254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/8135206071277961254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/coffin-of-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rkl4e8P4h4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0aRwiQr4xl8/s72-c/DSCF0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-5393953988487472815</id><published>2007-05-12T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:02:41.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been so deprived of pictures,&lt;br /&gt;ever since The camera decided to run away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel anything for the times we had together?!&lt;br /&gt;Huh huh. you stupid fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are from sec1,2,3.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I was clearing my folder,&lt;br /&gt;and that explains this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXIOcP4hiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24ghICPtRbY/s1600-h/DSCF1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063673506474526242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXIOcP4hiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24ghICPtRbY/s200/DSCF1468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misssss youuuu,&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you read this.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one day we can hang out again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXIOsP4hjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/G59NZ1YZcxk/s1600-h/NIRVANA!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063673510769493554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXIOsP4hjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/G59NZ1YZcxk/s200/NIRVANA!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's.&lt;br /&gt;And Nirvana is so not a night of hot sex.&lt;br /&gt;Todd totally tricked me into believing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHTMP4hdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ctfqhU50MKY/s1600-h/DSCF2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063672488567277010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHTMP4hdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ctfqhU50MKY/s200/DSCF2909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me,&lt;br /&gt;I look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHT8P4heI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_nMpCl3W16M/s1600-h/DSCF3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063672501452178914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHT8P4heI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_nMpCl3W16M/s200/DSCF3966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I look more shit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHT8P4hfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6xmOiVOJzSU/s1600-h/2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063672501452178930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHT8P4hfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6xmOiVOJzSU/s200/2e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2E'05.&lt;br /&gt;The awesomest. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHUMP4hgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L7XQbBbJBNQ/s1600-h/church+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063672505747146242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHUMP4hgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L7XQbBbJBNQ/s200/church+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only church activity I was in.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHUcP4hhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rc-twJb6254/s1600-h/DSCF1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063672510042113554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXHUcP4hhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rc-twJb6254/s200/DSCF1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this? Ketamine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXDEsP4hcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gZHyJL6Y4Mc/s1600-h/uh+huh!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063667841412662722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXDEsP4hcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gZHyJL6Y4Mc/s200/uh+huh!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still smile watching the video of this 2Edance.&lt;br /&gt;Though the prize was prawn crackers,&lt;br /&gt;deceivingly wrapped in expensive crisp gold lining plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXCicP4hXI/AAAAAAAAADU/GarGnyzZaMg/s1600-h/longjohn%27s+friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063667253002143090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXCicP4hXI/AAAAAAAAADU/GarGnyzZaMg/s200/longjohn%27s+friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ancient.&lt;br /&gt;Well, things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXDEcP4hbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Oit9vFzbKPs/s1600-h/PICT2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063667837117695410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXDEcP4hbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Oit9vFzbKPs/s200/PICT2427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowing you for 40bucks/hour.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't say its not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXCj8P4hZI/AAAAAAAAADk/qoP_GIjA0Js/s1600-h/netball+board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063667278771946898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXCj8P4hZI/AAAAAAAAADk/qoP_GIjA0Js/s200/netball+board.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXCjMP4hYI/AAAAAAAAADc/dX-cI0WOOJQ/s1600-h/Marie+cheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063667265887044994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXCjMP4hYI/AAAAAAAAADc/dX-cI0WOOJQ/s200/Marie+cheer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this,&lt;br /&gt;somehow makes me upset.&lt;br /&gt;'06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXCkMP4haI/AAAAAAAAADs/78d2ZgOkLPg/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063667283066914210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXCkMP4haI/AAAAAAAAADs/78d2ZgOkLPg/s200/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW_ucP4hTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0CELiCCi23Q/s1600-h/DSCF1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063664160625689906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW_ucP4hTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0CELiCCi23Q/s200/DSCF1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last crazy thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I rememeber the last time we went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW_ucP4hUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HPmoGOtOrXY/s1600-h/f3585ff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063664160625689922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW_ucP4hUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HPmoGOtOrXY/s200/f3585ff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW_usP4hVI/AAAAAAAAADE/erIyjSV1cP0/s1600-h/Legss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063664164920657234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW_usP4hVI/AAAAAAAAADE/erIyjSV1cP0/s200/Legss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW_u8P4hWI/AAAAAAAAADM/v5z4alaSzw4/s1600-h/level+picture!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063664169215624546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW_u8P4hWI/AAAAAAAAADM/v5z4alaSzw4/s200/level+picture!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a hard time coordinating.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW-P8P4hPI/AAAAAAAAACU/HS1YO2pG1cA/s1600-h/DSCF2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063662537128051954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW-P8P4hPI/AAAAAAAAACU/HS1YO2pG1cA/s200/DSCF2463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisa's has the best eyes in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And I would kill to have 'em.&lt;br /&gt;I mean just compare the size.&lt;br /&gt;Dude. Neither was I blessed with dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW-QMP4hQI/AAAAAAAAACc/oiIawweb1ZU/s1600-h/Copy+of+T,+black+and+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063662541423019266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW-QMP4hQI/AAAAAAAAACc/oiIawweb1ZU/s200/Copy+of+T,+black+and+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taman. 3A (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW-RMP4hSI/AAAAAAAAACs/tYFxbD3nZqg/s1600-h/DSCF0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063662558602888482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkW-RMP4hSI/AAAAAAAAACs/tYFxbD3nZqg/s200/DSCF0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still my eyecandy.&lt;br /&gt;Kuangminh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more papers.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days.&lt;br /&gt;And this is just midyears.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would get cancer,&lt;br /&gt;and be excused from olevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick and lock doesn't want me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13409214-5393953988487472815?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/5393953988487472815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=5393953988487472815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5393953988487472815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5393953988487472815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-so-deprived-of-pictures-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RkXIOcP4hiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24ghICPtRbY/s72-c/DSCF1468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-3518191744946908782</id><published>2007-05-05T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T04:40:23.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;Shall we dance... . ..&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/13409214-3518191744946908782?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/3518191744946908782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=3518191744946908782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3518191744946908782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3518191744946908782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/05/shall-we-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-2873085437041000446</id><published>2007-04-29T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:59:57.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going through the old boxes which I neglected for quite awhile,&lt;br /&gt;And boy, I found a whole lot of shit inside man.&lt;br /&gt;From my exloves. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most from 58.&lt;br /&gt;The red camera, doodles on starbucks tissue,&lt;br /&gt;straws and sugar packets from coffeebean,&lt;br /&gt;my 05ccabooklet, ticket stubs, gobstoppers,&lt;br /&gt;and candy containers.&lt;br /&gt;While she couldn't help her obession for treats,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop my obession for her.&lt;br /&gt;I could still name her Love,&lt;br /&gt;only that love is twoway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've neoprints with Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;Which I look fucking funny.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahh. We roamed newton alott,&lt;br /&gt;and it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;For his case,&lt;br /&gt;I found mostly guitar related items. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;He played romance de amor for me,&lt;br /&gt;I remember melting to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;though we both just ran through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was still alot of other shit ah,&lt;br /&gt;which makes quite a depressive person.&lt;br /&gt;Breakups were never pretty. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I want/need to buy.&lt;br /&gt;- watch&lt;br /&gt;- camera&lt;br /&gt;- phone&lt;br /&gt;- rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fucker decided to steal my watch.&lt;br /&gt;Fucker you know, real fucker.&lt;br /&gt;It makes it worst that this watch was a gift from my dad,&lt;br /&gt;when we weren't so drifted and apart.&lt;br /&gt;And when he gave me this,&lt;br /&gt;it was the last significant sign of affection I got from him.&lt;br /&gt;Some people need to stop stealing things from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play in the rainnn.&lt;br /&gt;May makes it sound fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been brought up to avoid the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's back from LA.&lt;br /&gt;My sister bought me 6 tops, a vest, a sweater, a belt buckle.&lt;br /&gt;You can bet I love her. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;And she's &lt;del&gt;probably&lt;/del&gt; the reason if I were to go overseas to study.&lt;br /&gt;I have no objections man,&lt;br /&gt;except that I'll be a mix of middle sch and high sch over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinee's very against the idea of me getting a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, is it really that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Not like I'm getting a damn huge one across my face or something.&lt;br /&gt;I just want a small star at the side of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;though it's arguable that I might regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex, bomb, and fire are all going to get eyebrow piercings.&lt;br /&gt;After we leave the sch. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Set mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I just found alot of things to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;Dance floorrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2873085437041000446?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2873085437041000446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2873085437041000446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2873085437041000446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2873085437041000446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-going-through-old-boxes-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-6158324190742208255</id><published>2007-04-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T07:14:35.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure is so evident in my school.&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everyone has bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RjNWoYKDQuI/AAAAAAAAACM/BlfqnZu-t9Y/s1600-h/bangs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058482058146562786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RjNWoYKDQuI/AAAAAAAAACM/BlfqnZu-t9Y/s320/bangs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-6158324190742208255?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/6158324190742208255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=6158324190742208255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/6158324190742208255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/6158324190742208255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-kiss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RjNWoYKDQuI/AAAAAAAAACM/BlfqnZu-t9Y/s72-c/bangs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-1531408458175218184</id><published>2007-04-25T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:08:41.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, My life is quite a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;And I barely find myself making the effort to untie the knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to pass.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to give up on my fairytale dream.&lt;br /&gt;And above all of that,&lt;br /&gt;I need to give up someone I truly want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sweet16 my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1531408458175218184?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1531408458175218184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1531408458175218184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1531408458175218184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1531408458175218184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-hell-happened-sighs-my-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-6250297308111167659</id><published>2007-04-16T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T04:59:48.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You say you don't care,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;what her heart wants,&lt;br /&gt;still matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy you.&lt;br /&gt;I could never really undo you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is growing at a rate of X2.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, not good.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my left side is still shortfuck.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to stop cutting for prom.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha,&lt;br /&gt;or I could chop it off, and have cool hair for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I can run 2.4 tomorroww. ):&lt;br /&gt;My thigh muscle is still giving me aches like neverbefore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;Limsingh says its a torn ligament.&lt;br /&gt;Nat says its a veryveryultra tight muscle.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever fuck it is,&lt;br /&gt;It neeeds to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble going up the bus.&lt;br /&gt;which I will be doing a lot for the next 10days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my parents are going away for 10days.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have absolute freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Not to add the money I have safely sleeping in my fatpocket.&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps not for longg.&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo, 3 cheers for.. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone shopping in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And I've ran out of shoes to wearrr. ):&lt;br /&gt;That I keep going back to the comfy ones,&lt;br /&gt;which my mummy says is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;But anway, not like I'm going out much nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I want a white pullover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiNi0_wG6RI/AAAAAAAAACE/M3lZxmqvkUI/s1600-h/DSCF4405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053991869445761298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiNi0_wG6RI/AAAAAAAAACE/M3lZxmqvkUI/s400/DSCF4405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not falling for this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-6250297308111167659?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/6250297308111167659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=6250297308111167659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/6250297308111167659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/6250297308111167659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-say-you-dont-care-at-end-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiNi0_wG6RI/AAAAAAAAACE/M3lZxmqvkUI/s72-c/DSCF4405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-81486056757992581</id><published>2007-04-15T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:08:53.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please tell me you'll stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all.&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so crazy over Boston by Augustana.&lt;br /&gt;Love man, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Chuasihui. (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't wish you personally cause I didn't see you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should take this chance to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, for putting up with all my crap.&lt;br /&gt;I think you're the only one that can put up with me.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the whole umpiring thing that happened at our last match together.&lt;br /&gt;You really quite form the bulk of Jase,&lt;br /&gt;and 30hour is the last chance we have together.&lt;br /&gt;Remember our dreams okay,&lt;br /&gt;cause I know it's something that will stay in me for pretty damn long.&lt;br /&gt;And you're always the one pulling us together,&lt;br /&gt;asking us to go out and all.&lt;br /&gt;I can truly say,&lt;br /&gt;you're one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiIiuvwG6PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-gtehiReEps/s1600-h/sihui+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053639918350690546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiIiuvwG6PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-gtehiReEps/s320/sihui+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiIiuPwG6OI/AAAAAAAAABs/s5ZN4t1mjzo/s1600-h/DSCF3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053639909760755938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiIiuPwG6OI/AAAAAAAAABs/s5ZN4t1mjzo/s320/DSCF3320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiIivfwG6QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/n5YQLkRjqOQ/s1600-h/name+and+face!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053639931235592450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiIivfwG6QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/n5YQLkRjqOQ/s320/name+and+face!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;I would've lost my way.&lt;br /&gt;I love chuasihui. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-81486056757992581?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/81486056757992581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=81486056757992581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/81486056757992581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/81486056757992581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-please-tell-me-youll-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RiIiuvwG6PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-gtehiReEps/s72-c/sihui+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-389488942668283334</id><published>2007-04-11T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:54:22.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I finally caught 3/4 of Lords of Dogtown.&lt;br /&gt;In my feeble attempt to complete the movie,&lt;br /&gt;I think I deserve a well done this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise how immense Chinatown is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading this year is so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck do we need a title for the dance for?!&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I was so fed up for being so low on creativity today.&lt;br /&gt;You can only guess what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;1. The brinjal dance.&lt;br /&gt;2. The bomb,&lt;br /&gt;because obviously we couldn't be the sex.&lt;br /&gt;Vinee came up with Superfly.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is how we're going to be introduced.&lt;br /&gt;" with that, I now present to you Marie's superfly dance. "&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha, I can image the faces.&lt;br /&gt;So we're supposed to be flies from different countries...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to kiss you underneath the stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-389488942668283334?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/389488942668283334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=389488942668283334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/389488942668283334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/389488942668283334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-finally-caught-34-of-lords-of.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-1884587218688099601</id><published>2007-04-07T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:22:34.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hear the silence but it sounds so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss is torture,&lt;br /&gt;But killing me would be too easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1884587218688099601?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1884587218688099601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1884587218688099601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1884587218688099601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1884587218688099601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hear-silence-but-it-sounds-so-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-4486431934271675765</id><published>2007-04-06T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T06:06:01.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RhZCPPSjofI/AAAAAAAAABc/fVKdTaAfDNE/s1600-h/465029598l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050296861712425458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RhZCPPSjofI/AAAAAAAAABc/fVKdTaAfDNE/s320/465029598l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, the sec1s can be so amusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;They make cheerleading a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RhZCPPSjogI/AAAAAAAAABk/dVMa3DnoFO4/s1600-h/m73625231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050296861712425474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RhZCPPSjogI/AAAAAAAAABk/dVMa3DnoFO4/s320/m73625231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha. I still think this picture is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Mel. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fever's the best equipment to use when you want to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you everything you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;But that is not what your heart wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps lying.&lt;br /&gt;And something tells me I don't need her.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother staying up.&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'm not worth it.&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/13409214-4486431934271675765?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/4486431934271675765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=4486431934271675765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/4486431934271675765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/4486431934271675765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/hhahaha-sec1s-can-be-so-amusing.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RhZCPPSjofI/AAAAAAAAABc/fVKdTaAfDNE/s72-c/465029598l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-1252328515750047084</id><published>2007-04-02T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:18:15.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;This has to stop,&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;We need to stop chasing each other's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A has - you - more.&lt;br /&gt;Or B - you less.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be Santa.&lt;br /&gt;And have raindeers,&lt;br /&gt;and eat as much chocolate as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeta Nairrr! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hhahah. Thanks for the video man.&lt;br /&gt;It was super sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Andd, I don't remember saying I don't like the song lah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I do.&lt;br /&gt;And its permanently stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday, come to think of it now,&lt;br /&gt;was just made 10 times better by you.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll forget my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one, only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-1252328515750047084?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/1252328515750047084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=1252328515750047084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1252328515750047084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/1252328515750047084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-5522285717810667551</id><published>2007-04-01T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T05:32:48.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's fearless and bold.&lt;br /&gt;She just goes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance dance is such a good song to scream with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pufferfish? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-5522285717810667551?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/5522285717810667551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=5522285717810667551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5522285717810667551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5522285717810667551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/04/shes-fearless-and-bold.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-4572856633179019606</id><published>2007-03-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T06:07:00.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We can make it better.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-4572856633179019606?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/4572856633179019606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=4572856633179019606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/4572856633179019606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/4572856633179019606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-ive-been-real-bad-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-3863040084164482328</id><published>2007-03-30T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T03:30:22.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rgzj4SASlmI/AAAAAAAAABM/pBZTVn64DSU/s1600-h/m80301707+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047659838420719202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/Rgzj4SASlmI/AAAAAAAAABM/pBZTVn64DSU/s320/m80301707+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel looks so cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;And my lips looks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I melted and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Can she do the same,&lt;br /&gt;the way you made me?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, I know it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self denial.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in self denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk in school is suddenly a trend.&lt;br /&gt;And trends are silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-3863040084164482328?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/3863040084164482328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=3863040084164482328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lesson learnt,&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you can see what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I want to pry your mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything that could have happened,&lt;br /&gt;I know I will regret this.&lt;br /&gt;As bitchy as this sounds,&lt;br /&gt;I lead a happier life trusting I've done my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what my dad feels.&lt;br /&gt;When you want something from someone,&lt;br /&gt;and that someone doesn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;You and you to make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so good,&lt;br /&gt;and I was madly resisting the urge to tell you I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to slap me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-5569160684418405955?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-2801020343680432967</id><published>2007-03-24T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:47:38.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have this uncanny ability to make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2801020343680432967?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2801020343680432967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2801020343680432967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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spending money,&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm left with -10bucks?&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School reopened,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not ready to run.&lt;br /&gt;I really considered flunking my o's&lt;br /&gt;so that my parents would completely give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;And then I can go find work,&lt;br /&gt;and then I'll rent a house first.&lt;br /&gt;Spend all my money that I earned,&lt;br /&gt;and then settle down with a rich husband.&lt;br /&gt;Be a good silent taitai.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I chose the path of the less resistence,&lt;br /&gt;but really, if i'm slogging shit now,&lt;br /&gt;and I can trade that for a better life,&lt;br /&gt;Why not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being a taitai anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Can play mahjong with the aunties,&lt;br /&gt;and can bitch about other aunties,&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to die when you're 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't knowwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading is in less than a monthhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but say I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;The whole guy away for awhile thing is really starting to work.&lt;br /&gt;Companion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2240649786133011033?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2240649786133011033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2240649786133011033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2240649786133011033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2240649786133011033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-havent-touched-computer-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-3488655083754966301</id><published>2007-03-13T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:25:18.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Level9 with fl, kimtan, rahmuna.&lt;br /&gt;See no evil wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;It was more gory than scary.&lt;br /&gt;Similar to Saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famousamos cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Blackjack at Sasha's house.&lt;br /&gt;The banker won A LOT of money.&lt;br /&gt;From me, she already earned 30bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and the day before in total.&lt;br /&gt;It was more fun when Germaine Lynn Jovy came.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, they're super entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I can't go down for the hockey match tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And that sucks because I promised myself that I've to go support them at least once.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry hw, fl, wz, fer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blackjack's the sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-3488655083754966301?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/3488655083754966301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=3488655083754966301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3488655083754966301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3488655083754966301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/03/level9-with-fl-kimtan-rahmuna.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-129623053924710736</id><published>2007-03-12T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:21:37.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything to give up on cheerleading now.&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big problem controlling the people,&lt;br /&gt;and I think I need help.&lt;br /&gt;So where's my asst when I need one?&lt;br /&gt;Non existent.&lt;br /&gt;This is so comforting.&lt;br /&gt;and I've been talking to myself recently.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm madddddd.&lt;br /&gt;Because I used to think people who talk to themselves are mad.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got accepted into USC.&lt;br /&gt;andand the biggest part is that my dad said.&lt;br /&gt;"If you get accepted, then most probably your sister will go too"&lt;br /&gt;your sister = me.&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha has my esprit sweaterrr. ):&lt;br /&gt;And I realise playgrounds are good to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke from cabbing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackjack later. woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-129623053924710736?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-2588682727808509550</id><published>2007-03-08T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:15:17.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see,&lt;br /&gt;My sun tanning wasn't that productive.&lt;br /&gt;Considering I stayed the same color.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't cut my hair,&lt;br /&gt;which I so badly wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, today is another day wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go for a run,&lt;br /&gt;and get serious about losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;I was being a bim and watching pcd's videos.&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Omg, I swear I don't want to die looking the way I look now."&lt;br /&gt;As in, over the years of being fat,&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda got used to it&lt;br /&gt;and at least tried to make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's really really want to change.&lt;br /&gt;Let's forget the fact that "I've been on diet my entire life"&lt;br /&gt;and still end up looking like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maymay,&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck for the Commonwealth game! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading is dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2588682727808509550?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2588682727808509550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2588682727808509550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2588682727808509550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2588682727808509550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-see-my-sun-tanning-wasnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-5045389046498644849</id><published>2007-03-05T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T05:22:16.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Turns out I'm not the only one having a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you feel bad for playing them out,&lt;br /&gt;and try to reach home early&lt;br /&gt;so you don't end up stabbing yourself with your guilty conscience.&lt;br /&gt;Then you find out everyone else is getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Life's a joker,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes things get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56bucks for Jim Beans to get high,&lt;br /&gt;and that ended up in the drain anyway,&lt;br /&gt;is not that worth it afterall.&lt;br /&gt;And to think I was vexed over you.&lt;br /&gt;Really wasted my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Germaine.&lt;br /&gt;yi ge liang ge dou bu shi hao dong xi.&lt;br /&gt;Omg,&lt;br /&gt;So fucking true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-5045389046498644849?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/5045389046498644849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=5045389046498644849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5045389046498644849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/5045389046498644849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/03/turns-out-im-not-only-one-having-party.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-2997021083113875549</id><published>2007-03-02T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:43:08.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anything that goes in squence quite appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hiphop dancer with a freakinggg 11cm mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;Love man, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy, I hope Steph is right.&lt;br /&gt;And that I'll be lucky enough to get in with someone's extra ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Or if not it'll be 77bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Man, this just reminds me of Goodcharlotte's gig.&lt;br /&gt;If only I can have 1/10 of the same companion,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be quite the happiest fatkid on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Mel!&lt;br /&gt;Kbox! Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2997021083113875549?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2997021083113875549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2997021083113875549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2997021083113875549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2997021083113875549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/03/anything-that-goes-in-squence-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-4675418462920253893</id><published>2007-02-27T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:53:01.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dance like nobody's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could lose it all in a day.&lt;br /&gt;There's words I never thought I'll hear you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a fan of youtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-4675418462920253893?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/4675418462920253893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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the question number for Lit.&lt;br /&gt;I am Rocker Number1 right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah.&lt;br /&gt;3 done, 6 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Fridayfridayfriday is so appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detention is SO MUCH fun.&lt;br /&gt;I could have studied ss,&lt;br /&gt;but that just sounds like more fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;BoobieLim snatched my ipod away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-7119982908703296836?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/7119982908703296836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=7119982908703296836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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not like I'm not trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th is better than 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong's the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think Josephgirl is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;Super.&lt;br /&gt;So are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooks good food.&lt;br /&gt;She fags but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;She romantically embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;She takes the lead.&lt;br /&gt;And she dares to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a positive change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-7283795256083326799?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/7283795256083326799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=7283795256083326799' title='0 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talk about everything from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that you held my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and that I kissed you.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up,&lt;br /&gt;I realise how much I wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she made you change your mind,&lt;br /&gt;and that I'll never have to initiate again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the conversation last night was worth how badly it broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I was right,&lt;br /&gt;You were the mistake from the start.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie people are coming over.&lt;br /&gt;I dread school on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I hope he doesn't tell Kong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-2672916516319526180?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/2672916516319526180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=2672916516319526180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2672916516319526180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/2672916516319526180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dreamt-that-you-were-in-my-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-718733629626622907</id><published>2007-02-19T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:16:45.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdlqDkokoUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OX2vxPwORPA/s1600-h/m75826735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033170668169240898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdlqDkokoUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OX2vxPwORPA/s320/m75826735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cupcake + cookies that Aish made for me.&lt;br /&gt;It was good.&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine's Joyjuice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdlqD0okoVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GIi5IGv1E18/s1600-h/m75826887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033170672464208210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdlqD0okoVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GIi5IGv1E18/s320/m75826887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't afford to be last.&lt;br /&gt;Go marie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdlqD0okoWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9_ZUVWn9pA0/s1600-h/m75826852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033170672464208226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdlqD0okoWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9_ZUVWn9pA0/s320/m75826852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, Look at the hairband!&lt;br /&gt;Unicorn horn + Marie.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm camera-less.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for stealing pictures off blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://stcnetball.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stcnetball.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should take more pictures together.&lt;br /&gt;Like the whole team.&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/13409214-718733629626622907?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/718733629626622907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=718733629626622907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/718733629626622907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/718733629626622907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/cupcake-cookies-that-aish-made-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdlqDkokoUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OX2vxPwORPA/s72-c/m75826735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-691436799679958812</id><published>2007-02-15T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:43:55.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35;"&gt;All our secrets they are tailored trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm an addict for dramatics.&lt;br /&gt;I confuse the two for love.&lt;br /&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/13409214-691436799679958812?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/691436799679958812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=691436799679958812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/691436799679958812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/691436799679958812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-our-secrets-they-are-tailored.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-3011060770697651242</id><published>2007-02-15T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:38:32.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdRha0okoTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LxvouEXnMb8/s1600-h/DSCF3788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031753797112996146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdRha0okoTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LxvouEXnMb8/s320/DSCF3788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unglam dignified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Joyjuice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdRhaUokoSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tjVnAPDcmHg/s1600-h/amelia+untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031753788523061538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdRhaUokoSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tjVnAPDcmHg/s320/amelia+untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I look like I cut and paste my face.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia amelia, where have you gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-3011060770697651242?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/3011060770697651242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=3011060770697651242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3011060770697651242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/3011060770697651242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-unglam-dignified.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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/_Z_3NE3gPHt8/RdRha0okoTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LxvouEXnMb8/s72-c/DSCF3788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13409214.post-117137243392721557</id><published>2007-02-13T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T05:13:53.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You ran too fast the first stretch,&lt;br /&gt;and you've got nothing left to give in the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we all fall in the wrong directions,&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait till it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;and I know I'll regret this.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm positive you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I still want you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;And that wouldn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you if I die today or tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;or somewhere between this time frame,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in purgatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I lost in the month of Jan.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my camera which I have built a special love for.&lt;br /&gt;- the quite new and well taken care of red bottle.&lt;br /&gt;- velvet black notebook.&lt;br /&gt;- primary school class photo.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't wish on someone who wouldn't fight for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends have such a big influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time two years ago,&lt;br /&gt;I was being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But I went for confession.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine telling a priest that you don't know what you are.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-117137243392721557?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/117137243392721557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=117137243392721557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117137243392721557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117137243392721557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-ran-too-fast-first-stretch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-117129090721397934</id><published>2007-02-12T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T06:35:07.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's too much to end the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/886595/10-02-07_2223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/200/455268/10-02-07_2223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such funny friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/476378/DSC00445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/200/420737/DSC00445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/105503/DSCF3609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/59454/DSCF3609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/499811/Emelia02803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/166345/Emelia02803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May may! (:&lt;br /&gt;Eh, this is really sweet. Hhah.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it made you burn yourself and all.&lt;br /&gt;About today,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad okay!&lt;br /&gt;You played well, and you still have one more year!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't stay longer and support you.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I forgot to bring the calculator,&lt;br /&gt;if only I brought my bag lah!&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you like the out of shape balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/957112/emo%20guide%20...ahahahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/884812/emo%20guide%20...ahahahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha, I was looking through my files,&lt;br /&gt;and I found this.&lt;br /&gt;Limp wirst and pins at crotch is pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;He's standing like he has you know the disease that makes people bow legged?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-117129090721397934?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/117129090721397934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=117129090721397934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117129090721397934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117129090721397934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-too-much-to-end-sentence.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-117093250954560822</id><published>2007-02-08T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T03:01:49.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's time to retire.&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and watch the little kiddies do their thing.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at them,&lt;br /&gt;I realise how alike we are.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why we hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;I should stop being so childish.&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind myself I'm sec4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House prac used to be more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Now cheerleading is stressing the shit out of me,&lt;br /&gt;and it's just going to get worst for the next two months.&lt;br /&gt;This is even worst than Netball.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;The buckets too full to fill.&lt;br /&gt;All our efforts and 15cents lies.&lt;br /&gt;There is something better than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-117093250954560822?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/117093250954560822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=117093250954560822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117093250954560822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117093250954560822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-its-time-to-retire.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-117085577946957674</id><published>2007-02-07T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T05:42:59.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tell me when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-117085577946957674?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/117085577946957674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=117085577946957674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117085577946957674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117085577946957674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/tell-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-117067979132521941</id><published>2007-02-05T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T04:49:51.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You want it, you got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming swimming.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Aish is pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;And it rubs off on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion :&lt;br /&gt;- Hair looks good underwater.&lt;br /&gt;- Wenna is freakishly cute.&lt;br /&gt;- Aish and Vinee makes my day awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;Like today was bad to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause looking, makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you, make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha, you're the cow.&lt;br /&gt;You cow.&lt;br /&gt;Monday monday. Go May!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-117067979132521941?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/117067979132521941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=117067979132521941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117067979132521941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117067979132521941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-want-it-you-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-117025154719360908</id><published>2007-01-31T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T05:52:27.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to feel like I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that that's done,&lt;br /&gt;I can go back to routine.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like something you throw in the washing machine,&lt;br /&gt;and you get tossed around like a lifeless fool.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so deceivingly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just bad to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's even worst when you don't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;Because when it hits you,&lt;br /&gt;It'll be hard to get over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-117025154719360908?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/117025154719360908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=117025154719360908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117025154719360908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/117025154719360908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-to-feel-like-i-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116982045136652942</id><published>2007-01-26T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:36:43.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;Like my limps are barely functionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have two ugly ankles.&lt;br /&gt;Gk's need to be more disciplined, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the Outram one and Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I loathe Outram.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, I'm putting my life at stake by saying that.&lt;br /&gt;I just might get bashed up by angry gangsters who's girlfriends are in Outram netball team.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you have friends there&lt;br /&gt;But whatever please,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could tell the umpires are fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha if you think I'll chill,&lt;br /&gt;you probably should think again.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few matches in your life which you so totally omg know that you can win,&lt;br /&gt;and it's just because of some external problems that screwed up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being cliched, but I think I brought this upon the team.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for -, who made - so pissed&lt;br /&gt;that - so badly wanted to -.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we would have more drive.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe we would have won.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ahlians,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad we won KCP.&lt;br /&gt;Like really really,&lt;br /&gt;I'd die if we hadn't caught up the last quater.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, so funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like super drama on court in the last quater.&lt;br /&gt;The way Amelia imitated me,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I hope I don't look like that on court. =l&lt;br /&gt;Aish had that super serious face which makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;And Jiali was superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;Adeline played unexpectedly well too. (:&lt;br /&gt;I think it was one of our best quaters in a longlonglong time.&lt;br /&gt;Take that, black-egoistic-GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down, 2 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculator?&lt;br /&gt;I threw it already.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't catch,&lt;br /&gt;You better wear your ankle guard.&lt;br /&gt;I can lend you if you can't find yours.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck with nus high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turns out,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want gang or band.&lt;br /&gt;Both sounds too overrated for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pull me into your hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something corporate&lt;br /&gt;Takingbacksunday&lt;br /&gt;is still my daily medication for stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;When will I get over myself dudesxzsxzxs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come over here,&lt;br /&gt;and help me take this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Limmy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/512498/DSCF1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/668569/DSCF1783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you look hot here.&lt;br /&gt;And that tee over you is possibly the sexiest thing I can get on you.&lt;br /&gt;Memorable indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can be my first customer when I become a stripper.&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you bring Vinee. Hhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116982045136652942?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116982045136652942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116982045136652942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116982045136652942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116982045136652942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-i-feel-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116921485234725041</id><published>2007-01-19T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T05:54:12.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/827257/DSCF4607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/655405/DSCF4607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/947092/DSCF4573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/607189/DSCF4573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/777280/DSCF4587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/254097/DSCF4587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I did not get beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;Just because my cheeks are rosier than before,&lt;br /&gt;and redder under my eye,&lt;br /&gt;does not mean I got beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;And, do I really look like I will get into that kind of trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Monday is stressday.&lt;br /&gt;Buy me stressballs,&lt;br /&gt;cause I'll need them.&lt;br /&gt;I even planned to wear my lucky sb on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Monday Tuesday Wednesday could be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Means the possibility of it not being wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;still exist.&lt;br /&gt;But it's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Someone send me to school?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine waking up at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could put a band in a gang.&lt;br /&gt;Or a gang in the band.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give her all to you,&lt;br /&gt;and it matters.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you don't screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to make things difficult,&lt;br /&gt;I certainly want this game to go well.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we can stop passing stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I lost my camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116921485234725041?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116921485234725041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116921485234725041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116921485234725041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116921485234725041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116885486276360888</id><published>2007-01-15T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:04:24.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One has a band,&lt;br /&gt;the other has a gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you put it this way,&lt;br /&gt;deciding seems easy.&lt;br /&gt;If it was that theoretical,&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't have any affairs with the heart.&lt;br /&gt;I could use some help just about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major funerals for all the angels that died.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you happen to mention that&lt;br /&gt;"Life's like that"&lt;br /&gt;I'll slap you silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc to me : Do you wear cosmetics around the eye area?&lt;br /&gt;Mum to doc : No she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;Doc to me : You sure you don't?&lt;br /&gt;Mum to doc : She's sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the doc doesn't really have to know.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe Just maybe, I'll never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Ollie Nollie!&lt;br /&gt;Hhahah, you've been such a darling.&lt;br /&gt;And you're the first amongst us to be 16!&lt;br /&gt;I still feel excited for you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't go with you all to vivo and cut the cake.&lt;br /&gt;And spend your sweet 16.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think the butterflies pretttyy.&lt;br /&gt;Come on nat! Lets go eat ban mian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/46348/DSCF2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/492774/DSCF2176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/349406/DSCF1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/943214/DSCF1779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/389084/DSCF1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/239471/DSCF1785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/524378/DSCF3452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/329346/DSCF3452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outram, KuoChuan, Guangyang, Fairfield.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nervous already.&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that they need umpires from schools.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what's that mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116885486276360888?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116885486276360888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116885486276360888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116885486276360888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116885486276360888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-has-band-other-has-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116870130040290113</id><published>2007-01-13T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T07:15:00.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/852409/DSCF4373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/176436/DSCF4373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/618358/DSCF4376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/383290/DSCF4376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/276676/DSCF4375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/568622/DSCF4375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so photogenic,&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I have to apply for IB programme to enter School of the Arts.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I guess my hopes of going overseas is dashed.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means that I have to compete with the other 2000 student cohort who applies for secondary level in 2007 to get the 5% diploma.&lt;br /&gt;Which means whenif I get in,&lt;br /&gt;My portfolio is gona suck biggggg time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how my life is going downhill?&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, I'm not being emo on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should become a stripper,&lt;br /&gt;that would be just so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;fufill Vinee's and Limsingh's prediction of the future.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound that bad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversation with Vineeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I know what I'm going to get you for your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy you 10 counseling sessions.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahhah, Yes I think I'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think so too Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she never fails to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Even if that means she thinks I'm totally mental.&lt;br /&gt;Ts fr eg ve, we ty kk as.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, Lub Lubxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116870130040290113?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116870130040290113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116870130040290113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116870130040290113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116870130040290113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/theyre-so-photogenic-dont-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116842010567860931</id><published>2007-01-10T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:12:42.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/648814/DSCF4567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/692655/DSCF4567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It out, or I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- I have a boyfriend in Kentridge,&lt;br /&gt;- I'm cheap,&lt;br /&gt;- I'm too young that you think I won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also don't know who these people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116842010567860931?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116842010567860931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116842010567860931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116842010567860931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116842010567860931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-out-or-im-out.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116801142424958062</id><published>2007-01-05T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:37:04.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/224317/DSCF4471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/103085/DSCF4471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School makes me sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Angels have dropped and died.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Vinee, died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 1e.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like not long ago we were sitting before the fire&lt;br /&gt;worried whether we're cool enough to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;Whether we'll make friends with the girl beside you.&lt;br /&gt;Shaken to the last nerve with what Secondary school life holds for us.&lt;br /&gt;Campfire night 3 years ago was sure memorable for me.&lt;br /&gt;Though being a newbie in an IJ school,&lt;br /&gt;I could already catch their overwhelming sense of belonging to well yeah the ij family.&lt;br /&gt;With the influence of all the BukitTimah and Kellock friends,&lt;br /&gt;I began to love ij. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IJ friendships through the years&lt;br /&gt;Born of simple joy and tears&lt;br /&gt;Something tells us deep inside&lt;br /&gt;IJ friends are friends for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, Okay I'm being funny now.&lt;br /&gt;Not funny funny,&lt;br /&gt;Weird funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pohyingmin, Linhui and Debbo came back today!&lt;br /&gt;Hhahah, it feels good to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I was thinking before school starts,&lt;br /&gt;maybe school wouldn't be that bad because since SZ is coming,&lt;br /&gt;there's probably going to be hell loads of training and netball stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But nooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I have been seriously misled.&lt;br /&gt;You know for once, I might agree with Yanling,&lt;br /&gt;It's totally useless to train already anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel like such a bitch for saying all these things even though you all probably already know it and its somewhere in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116801142424958062?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116801142424958062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116801142424958062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116801142424958062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116801142424958062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-makes-me-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116791258567792678</id><published>2007-01-04T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:09:45.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/958332/DSCF4598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/605997/DSCF4598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/499170/DSCF4601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/565697/DSCF4601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you'll figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;Iron Twig, Twig Iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes we sit in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much,&lt;br /&gt;But nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because we never bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116791258567792678?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116791258567792678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116791258567792678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116791258567792678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116791258567792678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmm-youll-figure-it-out-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116766266756494446</id><published>2007-01-01T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T06:44:29.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the * people use nowadays is funny.&lt;br /&gt;* dies on spot&lt;br /&gt;* jumps around madly.&lt;br /&gt;* runs in circles.&lt;br /&gt;Pft, too sillly for digestion.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/1600/254491/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/172/320/345784/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes I forget how good you look,&lt;br /&gt;and how anxious you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;And because I have 74 pictures of you,&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I say hello.&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected has been really nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's agreed to bring me shopping,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like going out with wong.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, Am I too late garage band king?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Giving up friends for sleep is not one of my proudest acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;We could have found beauty,&lt;br /&gt;and I could have wished for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that sometimes you should be the one texting me home?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;I think about that alot.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that supposedly has your name on it,&lt;br /&gt;inevitably has transformed itself&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116766266756494446?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116766266756494446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116766266756494446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116766266756494446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116766266756494446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-people-use-nowadays-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116751248525690307</id><published>2006-12-30T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:36:15.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She stared at the world with so much angst,&lt;br /&gt;it became beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ian for the card.&lt;br /&gt;Cactus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still choose to believe we won,&lt;br /&gt;or at least drawed.&lt;br /&gt;Considering Lamxinni played for us,&lt;br /&gt;and we were so not a team.&lt;br /&gt;Boo fl, you suck.&lt;br /&gt;After making me walk so much!&lt;br /&gt;Its about time you woke up early for me.&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;If Lam can, Why not you?!&lt;br /&gt;Hockey people are so unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;With the exceptions of Yingying and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntec crytal jade,&lt;br /&gt;spent a total of 12bucks on the basketball shooting game at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Still cannot beat the high score.&lt;br /&gt;119 only!&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show how much I've deproved.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the Pasir ris one is lousy.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, I want to play again.&lt;br /&gt;Where is Chuasihui!&lt;br /&gt;You know, I hate to admit it but,&lt;br /&gt;Lam is pretty rocker at shooting.&lt;br /&gt;We should have just let her try Gs,&lt;br /&gt;and I could have played Gk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, I saw Adeline!&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't recognise me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hha, and she has a new girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up not watching the 11/1130 show,&lt;br /&gt;and played mahjong with Shanna and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;We were such losers,&lt;br /&gt;considering Sasha didn't win once,&lt;br /&gt;and Shanna only knew how to pung.&lt;br /&gt;I won once.&lt;br /&gt;Clarice and brother is proszsx man.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about her brother,&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought he was a butch.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, there isn't much difference between him and the other 3himhers.&lt;br /&gt;Come my house and steal all my food only!&lt;br /&gt;Make me walk all alone at 2am, crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you worry about me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I did something about my room.&lt;br /&gt;It's a maze, and you can barely make it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely cousins are gone,&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm going to Oc the night.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Finally bought you a present which you seemed to like.&lt;br /&gt;You're most welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're here,&lt;br /&gt;I know we're not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116751248525690307?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116751248525690307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116751248525690307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116751248525690307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116751248525690307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-stared-at-world-with-so-much-angst.html' title=''/><author><name>EMELIAALEXIS</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-13409214.post-116639673339915774</id><published>2006-12-17T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:05:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I had the whole part4 posted up and captioned nicely,&lt;br /&gt;and I just HAD to go want to put the JT video in,&lt;br /&gt;which totally messed up everything,&lt;br /&gt;that blogger bitchyly couldn't take it,&lt;br /&gt;and deleted the WHOLE FUCKING POST.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes chill I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Justin Timberlake's My love video is rocker.&lt;br /&gt;The dance is ----------,&lt;br /&gt;I have no word for it.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;I have to get started on cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;Damn,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I love dance,&lt;br /&gt;I just hate the stress.&lt;br /&gt;And I choose to believe next year is no different than the previous 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec1 was Charlotte's year.&lt;br /&gt;Champions, needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;I remember practising like crazzyyyyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;and you know when you're still in sec1,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly you win something,&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty memorable.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have commitment problems,&lt;br /&gt;because we didn't take part in southzone,&lt;br /&gt;so there wasn't much training which I had to miss anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We were all so hyped up on that day,&lt;br /&gt;and everything was so well planned,&lt;br /&gt;and not last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knew the steps and timings.&lt;br /&gt;There was quite alot of pressure though.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, since it was Charlotte's last year in stc.&lt;br /&gt;The lower sec made a pact to win it for her. =D&lt;br /&gt;And we did, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, didn't lose my voice,&lt;br /&gt;but screamed like MAD when they announced who was first.&lt;br /&gt;I like sec1. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec2 was Racial Harmony dance.&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the video a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Still makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Choreographing, stressing, rushing, blistering and bitching with the elizabeth people.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I miss 2E.&lt;br /&gt;This dance, I lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahah, practised like mad too.&lt;br /&gt;Every single free time we had inbetween classes,&lt;br /&gt;We were like playing the song in our heads,&lt;br /&gt;and dancing out the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Well at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Though the 1st prize was sucky,&lt;br /&gt;We loved the title all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahah,&lt;br /&gt;I think this dance got 2E so bonded.&lt;br /&gt;And I was pretty sad when 2005 ended.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, we're the last 2e stc will ever have.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading, that year was quite dead.&lt;br /&gt;I was more into Racial Harmony Dance than cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, so yes considering the members,&lt;br /&gt;and who I was working with,&lt;br /&gt;I quite expected to not get 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that our stunts didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;Stacy fell, and I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we would have gotten last place lah!&lt;br /&gt;My first year being in commitee, then so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was pretty satisfied with 2nd place.&lt;br /&gt;But I cried anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I remember I was on the way to town in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;And I was still weeping like someone died.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, super funny.&lt;br /&gt;But that year I had ---- to cheer me up,&lt;br /&gt;so I was fine after a while. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's netball in Sec2!&lt;br /&gt;Cdiv05!&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, fought a whole lot with Danica.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahaha, not verbally.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss her you knowww,&lt;br /&gt;everything will be fine if she would just take us again.&lt;br /&gt;There was a period of time,&lt;br /&gt;I was nuts over netball.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously,&lt;br /&gt;everyday was training training.&lt;br /&gt;Before school, during recess, after school.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays and once or twice on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Southzone, it paid off.&lt;br /&gt;Played and won schools which I didn't think we would be able to.&lt;br /&gt;All because of that chickennehneh selfish ulu school,&lt;br /&gt;we had to stop at top16,&lt;br /&gt;It was because of that ONE freaking game.&lt;br /&gt;or else we would have made it into top8 nationals you knoww!&lt;br /&gt;Again, Cried like some mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;I think 11/12 of us was crying on the bus,&lt;br /&gt;that we all fell asleep by the time we reached school.&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't so bummed out,&lt;br /&gt;I would have thought that was funny. Hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, but we got trophy anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so doesn't matter. Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then JASE formed! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec3,&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading was kickass.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahah, had such a lousy time teaching the sec1s to Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously,&lt;br /&gt;they were like bricks or sticks.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever that doesn't move,&lt;br /&gt;or rigidly when it does.&lt;br /&gt;Had so many problems with the other houses,&lt;br /&gt;Made Sam cry, Made some of the other cheer captains cry,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I cried though,&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha I just got emotional.&lt;br /&gt;I was more pissed than upset. Hhah.&lt;br /&gt;The situation was so like the one in Bring it on1.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now we know who our friends are.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite high strung lah, had so much to stress about.&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Sam drank from the trophy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so serious, hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;at Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;That was how much we wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Marie took back 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember much from Southzone in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't win much,&lt;br /&gt;and that was the end.&lt;br /&gt;Hha, Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because we didn't have Danica.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather we didn't have a coach to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;But I was more into the netball world in sec3,&lt;br /&gt;hahah I sound like a freaak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007,&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading,&lt;br /&gt;we're so going to rock.&lt;br /&gt;And zhihui and I will make sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhah aims for Netball.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully top4 in Southzone,&lt;br /&gt;and then top10? Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Well we did become something from nothing in sec2.&lt;br /&gt;Why not right? =D&lt;br /&gt;Its our last year bdiv!&lt;br /&gt;We have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13409214-116639673339915774?l=wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastedmetaphors.blogspot.com/feeds/116639673339915774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13409214&amp;postID=116639673339915774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116639673339915774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13409214/posts/default/116639673339915774'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why do i even bother?&lt;br /&gt;plans are still, and rotting.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its a good thing,&lt;br /&gt;what you're doing to me i mean.&lt;br /&gt;its makes it a million times better.&lt;br /&gt;and easier.&lt;br /&gt;i know i need to.&lt;br /&gt;hanwei asked me something quite long back,&lt;br /&gt;which got me think abit.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, now i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my answers in the mist.&lt;br /&gt;even if they were kept,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i qont understand them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;could this be a turning point?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i will make it one.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to see the rocks laid ahead,&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know until we go.&lt;br /&gt;so its final.&lt;br /&gt;kill me, but i feel SO MUCH BETTER already.&lt;br /&gt;wow, this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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