<?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-14617228</id><updated>2011-12-15T21:43:39.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bittersweet symphony</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8141265178384499972</id><published>2011-12-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:39:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know i cannot buy branded bags, shoes or clothes at a heartbeat or happily go for holidays anytime i feel like it because i always have other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8141265178384499972?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8141265178384499972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8141265178384499972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8141265178384499972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8141265178384499972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-i-cannot-buy-branded-bags-shoes.html' title='I know i cannot buy branded bags, shoes or clothes at a heartbeat or happily go for holidays anytime i feel like it because i always have other things'/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7486675128500596953</id><published>2010-03-21T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:19:00.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today marks the first week we are away from each other. it wasnt easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5792827221306950412</id><published>2009-11-16T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:23:20.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u know, sometimes having a reminder or two helps us all to appreciate what we have in life..lately i find that i've been dissatisfied with hima and all of his stubborness..talked to him and all but things were just the same way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i stumbled upon a cousin of his who lost her bf..i think he died but i'm not sure how..and that brought tears to my eyes..cos u couldnt tell she was feeling sad at all..i met her a few times and always she'd be smiling..go to her fb and in all the pictures she'd be smiling..who knew she'd lost someone so dear to her..and to think that she can live on after that and even go out and have fun with her gfs and smile, that is like wow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i tried to put myself in her shoes..i think i'd be a wreck..i'd forget how to smile, i'd forget how to live and be human if i'd lost what she did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i got reminded again, that life is fragile..and that i could lose anyone i love anytime or they could lose me too..then i rmbr that i should be thankful that i have him, for now, even though he's as imperfect as me, because i'd never know when that day will come when either one of us is not here anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5792827221306950412?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5792827221306950412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5792827221306950412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5792827221306950412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5792827221306950412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/u-know-sometimes-having-reminder-or-two.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4344782285309218931</id><published>2009-11-10T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:56:38.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's very upsetting when faced with reality.i'm getting stressed out abt the whole affair. and i'm not the kind who gets stressed out easily. i wish i was richer. i cant even think up of any wishful thinking.everytime i try to imagine how easy it would be if i were rich, my mind automatically blocks that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so there goes my wishful thinking. or daydreaming abt having things the easy way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the fact that someday, sooner or later, i'd have to go somewhere else and stay, is weighing down on me.i feel like walking on eggshells all day long, everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and he isnt helping things any further.he's so stubborn sometimes, i forget which one of us is more stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess i'm tired. of arguing, of having doubts and worrying abt money (or the lack of). i just wish that things were simpler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4344782285309218931?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4344782285309218931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4344782285309218931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4344782285309218931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4344782285309218931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-very-upsetting-when-faced-with.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8514618110428033969</id><published>2009-10-21T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:31:54.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the hopelessness sank in immediately, taking root into the core of my being, manifesting itself as i struggle to gain control. it enveloped me as i struggle to breathe thru my lungs, cutting out my air supply and choking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i sank into the deepest black and i was blinded by the black sea of hopelessness.i was too tired to struggle any further and i let it seep into my skin, right down to my bones. i breathe out the last of the air in my lungs and collapse into tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nowhere far away for me. cause wherever i go, i'll always be there, &lt;/em&gt;were my last thought before i black out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeap, that was how hopelessness felt. my stay has been long overdue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8514618110428033969?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8514618110428033969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8514618110428033969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8514618110428033969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8514618110428033969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/10/hopelessness-sank-in-immediately-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1504539127078890753</id><published>2009-10-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:57:39.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just when i tot i can settle, i have to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-1504539127078890753?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1504539127078890753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1504539127078890753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1504539127078890753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1504539127078890753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-when-i-tot-i-can-settle-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4143240762121985986</id><published>2009-09-18T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:35:52.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so my fingers are healing fine, the wound that is..went to the poly yest to do the dressing..the wounds are closed and dry cos i've managed to keep it dry all this time..it's like i got the "Get out of Jail" card..i got out of doing housework..wohoo! not that i have to lift a finger cos fareed's around and he does most of the cleaning with his brother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the index is still numb..i try to touch it and stimulate it everyday but doing that hurts very much..who knows my finger would be able to feel one day, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4143240762121985986?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4143240762121985986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4143240762121985986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4143240762121985986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4143240762121985986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-my-fingers-are-healing-fine-wound.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4366023609065586767</id><published>2009-09-15T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:28:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok so a few shitty things happened yest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;firstly, the damned cursed atm machine ate my card..my old grey card, the first type that posb issued bearing my full name got eaten by the dmned machine..and i was trying to withdraw a huge amt of money too..but thankfully my money wasnt deducted.i havent heard horror stories of money being deducted but the person never got the money..but i'm still pissed..i just made a new card..and it's blue (i hate blue) and doesnt have my name..it's so impersonal..i was so proud of that card..so very proud of it.sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;secondly..siti kene sampok..yup u got that right..i have never seen anyone being possessed before..and i was face to face with her, talking to her, trying to get her to fight off that thing..and the thing is, it's during bulan puasa yang mulia so i was asking myself, kenape dia kena kacau eh..but that was damn scary..when dia campak Quran and her eyes widen and her face to turn pale and she started screaming her head off, i tell you, half my soul actually ran away..haha! but i made myself berani and shouted some verse loudly at her and that made her scream even more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after that the guys took over..her husband prayed while fareed held her down and started reciting some prayers..my legs were shaking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then she was ok..but that thing masuk lagi..so dia kena kacau dua kali..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the ironic part was that we were all looking forward to listening to misteri jamdoblas..and there, there waas one right in the living room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that made me miss the timing to wish amalina happy birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so that's my explanation babe..i'm not shitting abt it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4366023609065586767?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4366023609065586767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4366023609065586767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4366023609065586767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4366023609065586767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-so-few-shitty-things-happened-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5969198152861606894</id><published>2009-09-14T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:59:43.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay with me - Finch</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once again your eyes make it hard to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i'll just keep driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where do you wanna go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It doesn't really matter as long as you are here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa, there's something in the air tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something that makes me feel alive and i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa, what were the words that you said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That made me feel so special now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once again your eyes make it hard to ask you why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i sit here knuckles tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hands against the wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your head against the glass and you mean so much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa, there's something in the air tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something that makes me feel alive and i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa, what were the words that you said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That made me feel so special now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa (stay with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa (stay with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa (stay with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa (stay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cigarettes and open air, hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I said stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz every star that i see is brighter than the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So stay with me&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/14617228-5969198152861606894?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5969198152861606894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5969198152861606894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5969198152861606894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5969198152861606894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-with-me-finch.html' title='Stay with me - Finch'/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-241257401780697186</id><published>2009-09-13T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:45:58.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my bags are packed, i'm ready to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, not all my bags..but one is..for now..i dont intend to go away forever..just a few days..to get my mind sorted out..i have been feeling down lately..since he told me he doesnt want me to be around during hari raya..as if i was planning to celebrate it in the first place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm mentally prepared to leave..until he said i'd never see him again if i leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at first, i hesitated..of course i still wanna see him again..but then i was thinking, maybe, juat maybe it'd be a good idea to leave..it'd be best if we dont see each other again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-241257401780697186?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/241257401780697186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=241257401780697186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/241257401780697186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/241257401780697186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-my-bags-are-packed-im-ready-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7787370965035135204</id><published>2009-09-11T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:08:20.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i get irritated when i see a bunch of photos of anyone and in all the pictures, the person is smiling the exact same smile..argh! don't they have other kinds of smile? and what's worse when the smile is not even a smile..more like parting their lips slightly and passing that off as a smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheesh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-7787370965035135204?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7787370965035135204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=7787370965035135204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7787370965035135204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7787370965035135204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-get-irritated-when-i-see-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6061947132099761733</id><published>2009-09-10T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:58:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;took off the stitches today.. i dont know which was worse, the stitching or taking it off. i guess both equally hurts..the pain from the wound wasnt the only thing that sucked big time..it was the pain frm the nerve..one side of my index finger has lost feeling..i can only feel very little..it's numb and will permanently stay that way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the nerve pain is killing me..it's like getting electrocuted..u knw when u touch an exposed circuit and ur finger gets that numbed buzz? yeah, that's how it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on another note..i dont get it why people will state their suicidal intentions on facebook and let everyone that he/she knows read abt how depressed he/she is..that is totally seeking attention..that's stupid man..keep 'em to urself..AND if that person is feeling my physical pain right, i bet he/she would change his/her mind abt killing him/herself..&lt;em&gt;hah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6061947132099761733?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6061947132099761733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6061947132099761733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6061947132099761733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6061947132099761733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/09/took-off-stitches-today.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-648061172246288454</id><published>2009-09-09T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:52:31.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's been a long time since i felt like giving up on life. he made me feel like that today. and they way he touched me scared me. like he was going to hit me. i dont ever want him to touch me anymore. i cringed at his touch. how can someone i love so much make me feel this way? feel so unwanted. he was all that i had. and he wanted me to go away during this period of time when i need someone real bad esp since it's going to be raya soon. he wanted me gone.so i'll go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll go away. for good. this time. i've made up my mind. i dont wanna feel betrayed anymore. i dont wanna feel unwanted anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if God doesnt want to end things for me, then i'll take it in my own hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-648061172246288454?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/648061172246288454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=648061172246288454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/648061172246288454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/648061172246288454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-long-time-since-i-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4346809223531142429</id><published>2009-07-29T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:16:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we had a good talk last night..but it took me going off without telling him, and him looking for me at the entire estate only to realise that i might be at the playground near his block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and there i was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he promised to share with me his concerns and problems from now on..if i'm not wrong, we've had this similar convo before.that just kills me..that he doesnt want to share with me..he said not everyone is the same and i told him to put himself in my shoes and imagine how he'd feel if i had a problem but i didnt share with him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and he pinkie promised me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for a while i tot, oh god, there's someone else..but no, i was just being paranoid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just hope that he'd be able to hold on to that promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and that i'd be able to &lt;em&gt;remember&lt;/em&gt; the promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4346809223531142429?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4346809223531142429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4346809223531142429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4346809223531142429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4346809223531142429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-had-good-talk-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5976166523149138880</id><published>2009-07-27T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:12:12.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now is really not a good time to be emotional but i am..it's the stupid hormonal imbalance..i feel like lashing out on people the whole day..one sec i'd be angry, the next i'd be sad..it's so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now..i saw this girl, not really a girl more like a lady.. she was wearing a tudong and she's the prettiest lady i've ever seen..she's got fair and flawless skin and she's got style and grace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;which got me thinking abt his ex..she's beautiful too..in fact she looks a bit like the lady i saw in the bus..and i was thinking maybe that is why he doesnt sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crifice for me so much..it's that i'm not as pretty as his ex..maybe he doesnt even love me as much as he did her..maybe that is why he chose to go to his rt even when im not feeling well..like he doesnt want to take care of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but he said he couldnt skip today cos it's his ippt..but he just had one last week! i dont know if he's lying..i dont know what to believe anymore..but he hasnt given me any reason not to distrust him..yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and that was why i teared up in the bus..it was insane man..i was so embarrassed..then i pretend to be rubbing my eyes..but the lump in my throat was still there..that was hard to swallow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but maybe, just maybe, it's just the hormones talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i might just be going insane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5976166523149138880?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5976166523149138880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5976166523149138880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5976166523149138880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5976166523149138880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-is-really-not-good-time-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4003861039626443955</id><published>2009-07-24T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:47:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ama i know i havent blogged in a while..i forgot my password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's been really frustrating. they're like freeloaders.leech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4003861039626443955?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1726756960422220536</id><published>2009-06-06T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:07:35.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know i havent blogged in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just dont have the time to do it anymore these days. it's either i'm at work or cooking here in this place i call home now. then after that i fall aslp exhausted, not even eating dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and when he comes back, he'll wake me up, we'll eat together, i'll have my shower cos i didnt even have time to shower when i get back, then i'll fall aslp again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's the same routine everyday. and it gets worse during the weekends when he has to work. i'll be here alone if the others go out. like how i am today.and now. they're all at a relative's and im all alone.in this humid room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well at least it's better here than anywhere else. at least i get to look after him (when he's not working his ass off). get to cook for him and make sure he's well-fed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so thats my life now. sometimes it gets sad. really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-1726756960422220536?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1726756960422220536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1726756960422220536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1726756960422220536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1726756960422220536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2483975356213082926</id><published>2009-04-03T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:48:19.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;been sick for the last 3 days.fareed too.and no we did not passed it to each other.it just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and im having my period.it's like a bloody double whammy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we're both easily irritated cos of the constant runny nose and sneezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's like walking on eggshells right now.it's a bloody battlefield.take a wrong step and the bomb goes off taking ur limbs apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we'll see who survives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;till next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2483975356213082926?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2483975356213082926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2483975356213082926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2483975356213082926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2483975356213082926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-sick-for-last-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7760929092266818350</id><published>2009-03-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:05:09.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my back is aching like crazy..and it's been 3 days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damnit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-7760929092266818350?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7760929092266818350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=7760929092266818350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7760929092266818350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7760929092266818350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-back-is-aching-like-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3294259260632432972</id><published>2009-03-11T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:42:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exactly two weeks later, and she's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she may not be my mother but i mourn the loss of a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;innalillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3294259260632432972?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3294259260632432972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3294259260632432972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3294259260632432972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3294259260632432972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/03/exactly-two-weeks-later-and-shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4218415971721084968</id><published>2009-03-05T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:44:23.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so today was the last day of the 4 day orientation and cust svc training. as if there are any customers in the lab. but i think wat the lab people need is more of attitude training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was fun. i bonded well with one of the girls in micro who came in a week after i did. it was also fun cos i'm being paid but am not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today we watched this show. it was called the secret. it tells us the secret to getting wat u want in life.how just by thinking of something u want, the universe will alter itself in order for u to get it. they called it the law of attraction. whatever u feel and think, be it positive or negative, gets attratced to u in ur life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like how, for instance, u suddenly rmbr an old fren that u havent talked to in a while, and then in a freaky way, they get in touch with u. or if u were penniless and ur luck changed when u found money.or when u woke up and u snubbed ur toe, and because of that u emit out negative tots and feelings to the universe and u end up getting a bad day for the entire day. it's those sorta things that explain the law of attraction. just by thinking positive abt the things u want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sharing this with whoever who is willing to read my blog cos there's nothing for me to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;theres also nothing for u to lose just by trying this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if ur skeptical, then try wat i'm doing. i'm only going to think and imagine how it'd feel like if i strike the lottery (not that i gamble or anyting) for the whole week.heck, if i win, then it sure as hell mean something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so the next time u think negative, rmbr, it will happen to u in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4218415971721084968?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4218415971721084968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4218415971721084968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4218415971721084968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4218415971721084968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-today-was-last-day-of-4-day.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7513284579255059012</id><published>2009-02-22T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:52:27.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's right baby! i'm back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-7513284579255059012?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7513284579255059012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=7513284579255059012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7513284579255059012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7513284579255059012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-right-baby-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7261209709797839096</id><published>2008-10-02T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:30:47.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've been feeling homesick lately. but when i'm home i wanna go out and meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think i just miss him alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my bestfriends. including the boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's been promoted to the title of bestfriend.teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-7261209709797839096?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7261209709797839096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=7261209709797839096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7261209709797839096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7261209709797839096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-feeling-homesick-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6273037063151969034</id><published>2008-09-11T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:57:51.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wow. has it been that long?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6273037063151969034?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6273037063151969034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6273037063151969034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6273037063151969034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6273037063151969034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7674089842609057799</id><published>2008-05-18T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:22:38.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the haunted red house is really red in colour. and it's really haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, been there, done that, baby! wohoo!&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/14617228-7674089842609057799?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7674089842609057799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=7674089842609057799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7674089842609057799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7674089842609057799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/05/haunted-red-house-is-really-red-in.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7581216124570475473</id><published>2008-03-26T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:29:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last night i stuck out like a sore thumb. that wasn't the first and would definitely not be the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's not like i'm having an identity crisis but i just hate the way they all dress. and the probably look down on how i dress too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he'ssuch a mystery to me. why do i still hang around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yeah, cos of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-7581216124570475473?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7581216124570475473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=7581216124570475473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7581216124570475473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7581216124570475473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-night-i-stuck-out-like-sore-thumb.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3902918727939840801</id><published>2008-03-06T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:26:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know i have been secretive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the girls know that something's up. but i'm not telling.yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dun wanna jinx it. this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3902918727939840801?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3902918727939840801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3902918727939840801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3902918727939840801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3902918727939840801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-i-have-been-secretive.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1519459090251537785</id><published>2008-01-30T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:11:07.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alot of things happened in one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i asked a random cute guy to join us for a movie. but he declined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watched a movie with two-third of my girlfrens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then we met ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were screaming in the car on the way to ECP. cos she was driving quite fast.my gut feeling told me to strap on my seatbelt. good thing i said it out loud.the girls behind did the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i saw the give way sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i screamed stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my head, i was thinking, why arent we slowing down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i looked at nat, she was just looking straight ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that was when i saw the truck dangerously close and she stil didnt see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think it was when we hit the truck then she started to scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i still can see the truck swerving, the driver trying to regain control of his truck at the back of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was so livid but yet felt like a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was badly shaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was just glad that no one was hurt. and that i was there with her to experience her first accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont blame her and i never will. i felt guilty cos i was the one who playfully screamed in the car which made everyone else scream playfully.nat got distracted by us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so it started fromme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i kept thinking abt what would have happened if i'd stalled them when we were still in marina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what would have happened if i didnt put my seatbelt on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just cant stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-1519459090251537785?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1519459090251537785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1519459090251537785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1519459090251537785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1519459090251537785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/01/alot-of-things-happened-in-one-night.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-417644740734839449</id><published>2008-01-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:07:47.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cant stop thinking. abt him. abt her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cant drown out my thoughts either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate having feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-417644740734839449?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/417644740734839449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=417644740734839449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/417644740734839449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/417644740734839449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/01/damnit_23.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-271523858807635525</id><published>2008-01-22T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:22:38.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mothrefuckers, pls stop asking me to go back to school. which part of, i dont have any fucking money, do u not understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the rest of the mofos, stop trying to pretend as if u can be trusted. one fucked up my heart, the pther fucked up my mind. thanks for the false security. i should have never trusted anyone. this is wat i get for being too naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and in case u motherfucker havent noticed, i'm human. i aint a fucking atm. i dont shit money for u. not anymore, anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks a fuckalot everyone. i'm off to find another way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-271523858807635525?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/271523858807635525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=271523858807635525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/271523858807635525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/271523858807635525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/01/mothrefuckers-pls-stop-asking-me-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2392754660560619846</id><published>2008-01-17T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:41:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damnit. how come i'm all sappy now. cant stop thinking abt his smile. abt wat he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what's going on?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;argh. damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his eyes, the way he looks at me. his manja voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ar fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why is he tormenting me? why are u in my thoughts.  get out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2392754660560619846?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2392754660560619846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2392754660560619846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2392754660560619846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2392754660560619846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/01/damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6698546552520310297</id><published>2008-01-07T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:35:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is it too late to make a resoultion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well, it's not really one.just a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want to go back tp school. just not biomedical anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in business management. part time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talked to mum and she was the one who suggested it. makes sense actually cos i was planning to take it after my degree. but since i aint getting one now, she figured i take my dip now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;makes sense cos i still wanna own my own cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but just not now. the timing isnt right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but when has it ever been right? sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when have i ever done the right thing? i might have just lost someone dear to me just over a petty thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was so fucking stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nay, i'm still so fucking stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when will i ever learn my lesson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6698546552520310297?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6698546552520310297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6698546552520310297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6698546552520310297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6698546552520310297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-too-late-to-make-resoultion-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8121088007410003016</id><published>2008-01-03T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:40:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;animal lovers, people with feelings, humans.whoever u are, pls watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/video.asp?video=fur_farm&amp;amp;Player=qt"&gt;http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/video.asp?video=fur_farm&amp;amp;Player=qt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8121088007410003016?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8121088007410003016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8121088007410003016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8121088007410003016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8121088007410003016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/01/animal-lovers-people-with-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4146467928284026038</id><published>2008-01-03T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:34:42.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if u think i'm emo, u have to watch this and decide if i'm stil emo or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hopeisemo.com/"&gt;http://hopeisemo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways, the reason i'm writing again is cos of this email i got from a friend of mine back in jc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this was her email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THIS EMAIL HAS BEEN CURSED ONCE OPENED YOU MUST SEND IT.You are now cursed. You must send this on or you will be killed. Tonight at12:00am, by Mickey Mouse. This is no joke. So don't think you can quicklyget out of it and delete it now because Mickey Mouse will come to you if youdo not send this on. He will slit your throat and your wrists and pull youreyeballs out with a fork. And then hang your dead corpse in your bedroomcupboard or put you under your bed. What's your parents going to do whenthey find you dead? Won't be funny then, will it? Don't think this is a fakeand it's all put on to scare you because your wrong, so very wrong. Want tohear of some of the sad, sad people who lost their lives or have beenseriously hurt by this email?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CASE ONE -Annalise Richmond :She got this email. Rubbish she thought. She deleted it.And now, Annalise dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CASE TWO -LouiseWhitefield: She sent this to only 4 people and when she woke up in themorning her wrists had deep lacerations on each. Luckily there was no painfelt, though she is scarred for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CASE THREE -Thomas Crowley: He sent this to 5 people. Big mistake. The night Thomas waslying in his bed watching T.V. The clock shows '12:01am'. The T.V misteriously flickered off and Thomas's bedroom lamp flashed on and offseveral times. It went pitch black, Thomas looked to the left of him andthere he was, Mickey Mouse standing in white rags. Blood everywhere with aknife in his hand then disappeared. The biggest fright of Thomas's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Warning... NEVER look in a mirror and repeat -'Mickey Mouse.Mickey Mouse.'Mickey Mouse... I KILLED YOUR SON' Is it the end for you tonight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;YOU ARE NOW CURSED We strongly advise you to send this email on. It is seriously NOJOKE. We don't want to see another life wasted. ITS YOUR CHOICE... WANNA DIETONIGHT? If you send this email to...NO PEOPLE - Your going to die.1-5 PEOPLE - Your going to either get hurt or get the biggest fright of yourlife.5-15 PEOPLE - You will bring your family bad luck and someone close to youwill die.15 -25 OR MORE PEOPLE - You are safe from Mickey Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;** DO NOT FORWARD COPY AND PASTE. RENAME THE SUBJECT ' Mickey Mouse'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i personally find it hilarious that mickey mouse would try to kill me. i havent forwarded it to anyone and i'm still waiting for him to show up. if i see that sonabitch i'll fucking skin him alive. so we'll see who kills who first, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4146467928284026038?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4146467928284026038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4146467928284026038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4146467928284026038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4146467928284026038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-u-think-im-emo-u-have-to-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2873660629303073429</id><published>2008-01-02T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:27:31.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i almost forgot that i have a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and pls people stop wishing me happy new year. why is it suppose to be happy anyways? do i look happy that the new year is here? do i look like i even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop being optimistic.u will get disaappointed easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm not being pessimistic. i'm being realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the first day of the new year and alrdy i had a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so stop wishing me happy new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2873660629303073429?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2873660629303073429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2873660629303073429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2873660629303073429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2873660629303073429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-almost-forgot-that-i-have-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3673179525857498738</id><published>2007-12-27T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T12:04:26.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus Live in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/5E15kF-NRr/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/5E15kF-NRr/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;they're coming and i'm going to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3673179525857498738?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3673179525857498738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3673179525857498738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3673179525857498738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3673179525857498738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/12/incubus-live-in-singapore.html' title='Incubus Live in Singapore'/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3402511511227483110</id><published>2007-11-21T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:30:44.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he went to see his gf last night. at her place i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then today she went to see him at his workplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it feels like someone stabbed me in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess it's not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3402511511227483110?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3402511511227483110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3402511511227483110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3402511511227483110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3402511511227483110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-went-to-see-his-gf-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2279958311042889543</id><published>2007-11-19T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:46:12.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so fucking frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cant fucking apply for the fucking bank loan cos i'm not 21 yet. and i havent paid for my fucking fees this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cant find any fucking applicant for my behalf cos no-fucking-one trusts me enough to pay the loan back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's not as if they'll be paying for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll be fucking paying for it. u know, the fucking reason i'm working like a fucking dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2279958311042889543?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2279958311042889543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2279958311042889543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2279958311042889543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2279958311042889543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-fucking-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-444351211116113354</id><published>2007-11-16T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:11:06.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what does the dream mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why did i dream it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos i'm going to die soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so long eveyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-444351211116113354?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/444351211116113354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=444351211116113354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/444351211116113354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/444351211116113354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-does-dream-mean-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-315859286070423624</id><published>2007-11-15T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:17:56.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm still thinking of that dream. and it's seriously messing my head. i cant do anything abt it. he's got someone. but i cant help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he's got someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why did i have that dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-315859286070423624?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/315859286070423624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=315859286070423624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/315859286070423624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/315859286070423624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-still-thinking-of-that-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6764456557246290698</id><published>2007-11-14T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:51:10.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a few months or years, i dunno when, i had a dream. of course i kinda forgotten abt that dream. i was somewhere in a park. and there was a guy with me. behind him was a lighted building. cos his back was turned towards the light, i couldnt see his face cos it was in the shadows. i had my elbow on my knee and i tilted my head to the left, as usual, listening to him talk abt something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of course i cant rmbr the exact convo but i rmbr the feeling. it was intense. like i was in love with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when i woke up, i was dazed, wondering who this guy is and if he even existed. i knew it wasnt someone i know. i dunno how i know, but i just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then yesterday night, it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it fucking did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the whole time i was sitting there, it didnt hit me. it was when i tilted my head.then it hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i told him. that i dreamt of him. somebody i didnt know existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was like my dream came true. so  guess that made him the guy of my dreams? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, and i dreamt of my wedding day before. so we'll just wait and see if it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6764456557246290698?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6764456557246290698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6764456557246290698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6764456557246290698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6764456557246290698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/11/few-months-or-years-i-dunno-when-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4985675796456625583</id><published>2007-11-09T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:45:26.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i'm always hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;does that explain enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ikat perut. even i know what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i, of all people, know what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4985675796456625583?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4985675796456625583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4985675796456625583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4985675796456625583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4985675796456625583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6248197244234263582</id><published>2007-11-07T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:57:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehehehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know i can't stop giggling like a little girl. i just can't help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehehehheheh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's just that, &lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt;, well, &lt;em&gt;hehehe, hehehehehehe&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, he's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;hehehehhe&lt;/em&gt;, nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh stop it damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but but but but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so there, all i can do is go hehehehehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6248197244234263582?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6248197244234263582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6248197244234263582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6248197244234263582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6248197244234263582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/11/hehehehehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5060869710695091189</id><published>2007-11-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:40:38.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's it. i've made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so insensitive. they think with their dicks. that makes them a wat, dickhead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i was gay. so that i wont feel the least bit attracted to them. why do i even like them in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why does any girl (and some guys) like them at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;idunwannabewithanyguy.idunwannabewithanyguy.idunwannbewithanyguy.idunwannabewithanyguy.idunwannabewithanyguy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but why do wake up extra early so that i won't miss the train that he always takes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why do i even look forward to see him again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why do i fell that tinge of green jealousy when i seem him take intimately to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;argh! i hate having feelings. i hate the fact that i'm so complicated and complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why do i get my mood swings when i keep saying i dont give a flying fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;once again, i wish i was a non-living thing. like a rock maybe, or a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5060869710695091189?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5060869710695091189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5060869710695091189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5060869710695091189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5060869710695091189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-men-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8470881538658600933</id><published>2007-10-31T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:36:13.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it pisses me of to read that 3 british guys made fun of the poor old trishaw uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there had been a lot of response from singaporeans, defending their own.  i guess i feel secure, should i ever be ridulculed, i have people to defend me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but then, the issue was made that since they were foreigners, that's why we blew things out of proportion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but nobody stopped to think that if a bunch of singaporeans were to bully a brit elderly, they (being the brits) would blow their tops too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but u know wat, i won't fret abt the issue. it's not that all brits are inconsiderate bastards. just a handful of them. and that handful happened to holiday in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this incident reminded me of my own encounter with a bunch of white guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were at the taxi stand, waiting for ama to catch her taxi home. there were two other groups of people ahead of her and a longer line behind her. there weren't many taxis turning into marina square taxi stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a couple of on-call taxis turned in, cos some people who couldnt wait that long decided to blow their cash on the expensive calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyhow, i saw 4 white guys walking towards the kerb, talking and looking for a cab. mine u, the line was less than a feet from where they were standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i swore i thought they were waiting for the taxi taht they called, cos thats wat some people did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then a taxi with passenger turned in. as soon as the passengers stepped out, they made a mad dash in. of course people in front were peeved. one of the girls actually told them to get in line. but they were alrdy in it and refused to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone else just stared daggers at them cos they felt helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was just plain annoyed. i mean, forget wat race you are. be a fucking civilized human being for god's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;poeple made queues just so that we can have some order in this disorderly world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but if ur too fucking stupid to even do that, then u have an intelligence of a fucking terrapin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's right, ur iq has just been lowered to a terrapin's level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of course i read abt the trishaw thing on the newpaper. i have this love hate relationship with the paper. there was particularly one article that disgusted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was abt a couple whose photographer got drunk and lost their wedding photographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i mean what the fuck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ur fucking wedding photos and there's one whole fucking page for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they said they were traumatised. i mean come on people. i dun give a flying fuck abt ur lost photos that cost 10k. it just goes to show that u spend alot of money on wasteful things. u could have donated that money to others in third world contries and feed a whole family for 5 years at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but no. u had to be a fucking selfish pig and spend it on ur fucking wedding photos. wat the fuck for anyways? why are weddings so fucking special anyways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel disgusted. to be human. to have feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why can't i be a tree or flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8470881538658600933?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8470881538658600933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8470881538658600933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8470881538658600933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8470881538658600933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-pisses-me-of-to-read-that-3-british.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6242408732640827509</id><published>2007-10-31T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:06:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mcr here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wohoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6242408732640827509?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6242408732640827509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6242408732640827509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6242408732640827509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6242408732640827509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-yeah-mcr-here-i-come-wohoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1350437595863812521</id><published>2007-10-29T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:55:25.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why cant i stop thinking abt the conversation last night? i even brought it to my dreams and cos of that i woke up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and why cant i stop thinking abt u. i dont even know you. u scared me the first time i saw you.i know nothing can ever happen but why cant i put u aside? i'm still healing a broken heart. i dont want to do this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was a lovely ride. quiet and emotional.we should do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when i look into your eyes, there's nothing there to see. nothing but my own mistake staring back at me, asking why.&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/14617228-1350437595863812521?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1350437595863812521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1350437595863812521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1350437595863812521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1350437595863812521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-cant-i-stop-thinking-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5876909818644961974</id><published>2007-10-27T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:03:05.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he suddenly popped into my head. not really sudden cos i was listening to my mp3. like &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; listening. hearing the songs that songs that he likes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then he came to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after what mum told me abt getting married and all, it got a little emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the guy i almost had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that is what kills me. the only human who would ever sincerely listen to me. and the only human i would ever listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why did u have to be so perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why oh why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i scared myself when i realised what i had tried to do when i lost him. i still couldnt believe i was going to do that for another human being. but if the occasion calls for it, i'd do it again. but just for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wonder if he rmbrs me. our conversations. our jokes. my drean abt the ocean turning into a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i scared myself even more when i realised i want to wait for him. cos i'm willing to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos he's definitely worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5876909818644961974?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5876909818644961974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5876909818644961974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5876909818644961974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5876909818644961974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-suddenly-popped-into-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5847105015544379648</id><published>2007-10-23T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:23:56.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and as if the drama wasn't enough, mom told me to get married when i turn 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have abt 8 months left then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so til then, if any of u have a suitor in mind, lemme know. that'll be just peachy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5847105015544379648?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5847105015544379648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5847105015544379648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5847105015544379648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5847105015544379648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-as-if-drama-wasnt-enough-mom-told.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2002697948388829886</id><published>2007-10-22T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:57:49.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my jaw hurts from all the yawning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sleep, where art thou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2002697948388829886?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2002697948388829886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2002697948388829886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2002697948388829886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2002697948388829886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-jaw-hurts-from-all-yawning.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6127613343623093833</id><published>2007-10-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:43:47.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t want to physically talk abt it. It’s so useless. That’s why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i need to get a place of my own. Give it a name, home maybe? How it hurts to know and even guess that the people i see all around are going home. Home. How come it’s so hard for me to even get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not welcomed here anymore. I thought i was. I am afterall their flesh and blood. But hell, i was wrong. How did it get so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is she more welcomed to stay here than i am? She’s not even family. Not yet anway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom spelt it out to me. They don’t love me anymore and that hurt me like fuck. U don’t tell someone something like that. Then she told me that her husband has a place on “standby” for me. But she told me to BEHAVE myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i have to stop wrecking havoc everywhere i go. Damnit woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i have a few options. I’m not pessimistic, so of course i have a few ideas in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Option a is to take on another job, demand for more pay. That way i can still continue with school.&lt;br /&gt;Option b is to marry a fucking rich guy. This is nearly impossible cos i cant even get a fucking decent one.&lt;br /&gt;Option c would be to drop out (ouch! Did i hear my heart breaking?) from school. This is to ensure that i have enough to eat from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;Option d, is of course as a last resort, is to just die. Yep, curl up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, i’m hanging on to option a. I dun want to have to slip all the way to d now, would i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i’m so sorry for blowing everyone who’s asking me to go for jalan raya. Not that i’m wanted anyway. But it’s just that none of u can ever go to my home. Home? Wat home? See, that’s wat i mean. Paisey la, if go to ur houses and then stop at my turn. So i rather not face the embarrassing situation. Plus i’m not in my happiest of moods to go “celebrating” and walk around in uncomfortable shoes that i blew my precious money on.  i’d rather fast forever. Maybe i will have to soon. Haiz, wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6127613343623093833?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6127613343623093833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6127613343623093833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6127613343623093833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6127613343623093833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-want-to-physically-talk-abt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3502694750419557902</id><published>2007-10-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:42:23.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The malay dramas are so fucking annoying. Like come on, u see someone u know lying on the floor, bleeding from the mouth with no apparent reason, what do u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)      U quickly call the ambulance&lt;br /&gt;b)      U cradle the person’s head and start crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they all chose option b. It’s logical to them. Argh, stupid motherfuckers. Even tho it’s just a damn show. And why do people watch these stupid shows? I mean, don’t they have enough drama in their own pathetic lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so fucking hate them. We were supposed to watch arts central. They have them movies on every Sunday night at 10pm. But NO, they just HAVE to watch their fucking malay drama. Then that asshole stopped snoring, as if on cue, after the drama. She started complaining that there aren’t any ghosts. Like DUH. Of course they haven’t come out yet. Then he was being a smart ass by changing the channel to watch fucking SOCCER and saying that that was the ghost story, the fucking SOCCER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. These mofos and their annoying habits. So fucking disgusting, i feel sick to my stomach. Thats the fucking reason why i lost my appetite to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way they treat each other, hard to believe they’re actually flesh and blood. She treats him like he’s a fucking 10 year old when he’s a fucking adult. And he treats he  like dirt, even though she pampers him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing that they’d rather watch soccer then what i wanted to watch. I’m so fucking annoyed i want to rip their lungs out. Rip their guts out, let it spill on the floor. Feel the warmth of their blood on my hands and let it soak through my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny i don’t have anything against the other one. And she’s not my own flesh and blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3502694750419557902?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3502694750419557902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3502694750419557902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3502694750419557902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3502694750419557902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/malay-dramas-are-so-fucking-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6583949999547217390</id><published>2007-10-07T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:22:42.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cant believe they're fighting. over a misunderstanding that is now blown right out of it's proportion. do they even realise that they might lose the thing that most people would kill for? their friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dunno where mine is. what she's up to now, i dun think she is one anymore. it's not like we fought, we just drifted apart. too busy to care abt each other. i dun blame her. i dun blame myself either. cos even when we do meet, it's strained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry i couldnt meet u. i'm sorry ur having a tough time and i'm not there. i hope u understand. i have my demons to deal with. and u of all people know abt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm misplaced. displaced. how it hurts to see others happily with their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only God knows how much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6583949999547217390?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6583949999547217390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6583949999547217390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6583949999547217390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6583949999547217390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-believe-theyre-fighting.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8556908666190973814</id><published>2007-09-29T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:03:33.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/Rv30haAlM_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gnLQ0WXHnCQ/s1600-h/nat+lib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115513606517371890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/Rv30haAlM_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gnLQ0WXHnCQ/s320/nat+lib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just trying out the image thing. this is how i looked when i flashed him my killer smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8556908666190973814?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8556908666190973814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8556908666190973814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8556908666190973814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8556908666190973814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-trying-out-image-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/Rv30haAlM_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gnLQ0WXHnCQ/s72-c/nat+lib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8638678786708160007</id><published>2007-09-29T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:56:46.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see wat my smile can do to people i dun know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i got on the train this morning. a guy caught my eye. of course there were a few others but he was the most good looking one there. he's maybe around his late twenties, short hair cut and a killer goatee. he's got a sexy nose too. then as the journey bagan, i caught him looking at me. by the time we were at queenstown, we were smiling stupidly at each other. of course i gave him my shy-est smile. then we got to raffles place and there were 3 seats empty, so i took the one in the middle, and the next thing i knew, he was beside me. then he fidgetted for a while as he was looking for his handphone. i knew he wanted my number. i saw him type in his msg box, "my number is 9XXXXXXX.." then he typed something else i couldn't see cos i was reading it from the corner of my eye. then he quickly saved it. now, i was getting down at bugis and i was glad it was only 2 stops away. cos although he was cute and all, he was a bit queer, dun u think? haha. so i got up, turned around a flashed him my most dazzling smile. and then i was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love train rides!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8638678786708160007?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8638678786708160007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8638678786708160007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8638678786708160007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8638678786708160007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/09/see-wat-my-smile-can-do-to-people-i-dun.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8900784682293467578</id><published>2007-09-25T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:01:12.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there was a big hoohaa over something in school. apparently my class rep went to sso to inform her that some of the classmates arent happy with the lecturer for always coming in late. this apparently made the person in question upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she emailed us twice abt getting us to sign a petition to get another lecturer for that module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of course there were responses from the class to this issue. and all of them dont see a need to get another lecturer. so why the big fuss, damnit? i mean no one wanted to replace her, why is she trying to replace herself? and she cant just assume that all those who didnt turn up are unhappy with her. i just happened to have some other commitments on that day. plus i'm allowed to skip 2 lessons, max, for each module. so why the fuss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then of course, people started pouring in their reflected sentiments and their 2 cents worth. do they think it's necessary? seriously? ur just flooding my damn inbox. so stop it, man. stop trying to sound intellectual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyhow, the board recokns that she wont be lecturing us anymore. all i can say is, thank goodness. cos although it's juicy gossip and all, it's worth nothing more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there, i've said it. of course i'm nice enough not to email to every damn one of u. that would be very inconsiderate of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8900784682293467578?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8900784682293467578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8900784682293467578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8900784682293467578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8900784682293467578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-was-big-hoohaa-over-something-in.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1264674384776751950</id><published>2007-09-20T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:07:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm not to be taken advantage of u bastard. just cos i'm easy going doesnt mean i'm an easy target. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;arsehole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-1264674384776751950?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1264674384776751950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1264674384776751950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1264674384776751950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1264674384776751950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-not-to-be-taken-advantage-of-u.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2993627101539006736</id><published>2007-09-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:42:09.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;poeple confuse me. they piss me off, worry me, hurry me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then i felt sick. everytime i break my fast i feel like heaving. maybe it's normal, but maybe i'm sick and dying. just maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it feels like i'm back against a wall of tall grim soldiers. i can't move anywhere. i'm just stuck. argh, i hate this feeling of redundant-ness. it's like fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2993627101539006736?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2993627101539006736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2993627101539006736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2993627101539006736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2993627101539006736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/09/poeple-confuse-me.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5024492382946924920</id><published>2007-09-07T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:09:40.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so here i am, at my aunt's with my cousin. we're having a sleepover here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the swollen sore eye is healing. it has to anyways. i'm going back to work tmr. it's still sore, and a bit swollen. but it'll heal. can't say i'm excited for work after 3 days of nothingness.haha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyhow, i'm going to have to change to a different model. but i'm alrdy attached to this one. damn that stupid salesman at courts for recommending this one. doesnt he know that i get attached to things easily?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps. my hp batt is very low and i fear that it'd die before dawn rises, so my cousin's using her hp to set the alarm. seeing that both of us are not morning people, she suggested that we set the alarm to an annoying ring tone. and guess wat she set it as? rihanna's umbrella! go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5024492382946924920?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5024492382946924920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5024492382946924920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5024492382946924920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5024492382946924920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-here-i-am-at-my-aunts-with-my-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6204257010606176591</id><published>2007-09-02T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:05:46.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muse unintended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/92wD8dQ_B54' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/92wD8dQ_B54'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You could be my unintended choice&lt;br /&gt;to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;you could be the one i'll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could be the one who listens&lt;br /&gt;to my deepest inquisitions&lt;br /&gt;you could be the one i'll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there as soon as i can&lt;br /&gt;but i'm busy mending broken&lt;br /&gt;pieces of the life i had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first there was the one who challenged&lt;br /&gt;all my dreams and all my balance&lt;br /&gt;she could never be as good as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could be my unintended choice&lt;br /&gt;to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;you should be the one i'll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there as soon as i can&lt;br /&gt;but i'm busy mending broken&lt;br /&gt;pieces of the life i had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there as soon as i can&lt;br /&gt;but i'm busy mending broken&lt;br /&gt;pieces of the life i had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6204257010606176591?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6204257010606176591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6204257010606176591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6204257010606176591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6204257010606176591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/09/muse-unintended.html' title='muse unintended'/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6561883022087620041</id><published>2007-08-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:43:41.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeay!! i'm finally online. i'm trying to download msn but i'm finding it hard. and the damn camera is still not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i'm using meebo for now, yea. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6561883022087620041?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6561883022087620041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6561883022087620041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6561883022087620041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6561883022087620041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeay-im-finally-online.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3615066883419122185</id><published>2007-08-13T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:40:35.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check this out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/monofonemusic"&gt;www.myspace.com/monofonemusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really awesome local band. if u like muse, u'd definitely love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3615066883419122185?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3615066883419122185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3615066883419122185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3615066883419122185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3615066883419122185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/08/check-this-out-www.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8127245744273359925</id><published>2007-08-13T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:34:16.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure- The Used and My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Cz7rkKx7Sow' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Cz7rkKx7Sow'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8127245744273359925?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8127245744273359925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8127245744273359925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8127245744273359925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8127245744273359925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/08/under-pressure-used-and-my-chemical.html' title='Under Pressure- The Used and My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8998617095991815485</id><published>2007-08-06T08:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:36:07.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cranberries - Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BPLXJAWUnwI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BPLXJAWUnwI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8998617095991815485?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8998617095991815485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8998617095991815485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8998617095991815485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8998617095991815485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/08/cranberries-linger.html' title='The Cranberries - Linger'/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3387238623293161394</id><published>2007-08-02T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T13:18:38.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://www.zaistudios.com/"&gt;http://www.zaistudios.com/&lt;/a&gt; for this saturday's gig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come support local talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yes, baybeats is on from 3rd to 5th Aug. anyone interesting in going with me? =&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3387238623293161394?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3387238623293161394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3387238623293161394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3387238623293161394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3387238623293161394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/08/check-out-www.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2262344332617144252</id><published>2007-07-31T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:35:04.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i finally got a funny update to tell the whole world. actually i have everyday but this one i can still rmbr. (cos it happened yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so after the paper, which i had "mixed feelings" abt, i decided to follow the brain go to chinatown for an audition for a commercial since sabbie who organised the study grp decided to ditch me the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we got kinda lost, thanks to brian. it was like the blind leading the blind. after sweating and moaning, we finally reached the place. the moment i entered the room, all the girls were staring at me.apparently they were jealous of me and the pencil in my hair. and they were thinking, wow, that guy (referring to brian) is so lucky to know that awesome girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apparently, i look good enough to be on tv. so i tried out. it was the most gruesome and embarrasing thing ever. i had to smile really long while they took profile shots of me. i wonder how the ms universe do it. and guess wat my line was? "nanti, nanti" haha! i was auditioning for the role of a nurse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after that we wandered around aimlessly (me) trying to find a power point for my dear brain. we finally found one at starbucks. and this was where it got hilarious. i took a leak (make that 2) in the gnts! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the ladies was locked so i just did my business in the gents. the second time i was there, a guy came in after me. i tot for sure i'd be busted. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then as i was walking home using this dark scary short cut, i saw this really weird lady at the overhead bridge. she was just walking slowly and in the middle of it. i got really freaked out cos i had to pass her. the closer i got to her, the more she appeared headless. i totally lost it. so i paniked and called none other than brain. haha. he was laughing at me cos i started to hyperventilate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it turns out she wasnt a ghost. she was just this mad old lady the whole neighbourhood (except me) knew abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i do suck at oral, brain =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2262344332617144252?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2262344332617144252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2262344332617144252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2262344332617144252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2262344332617144252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-finally-got-funny-update-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8944859079016640615</id><published>2007-07-26T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:37:01.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i saw sparks. or i tot i did. oh well, i guess i am getting older. i feel more tired and mellowed. p-lus i alrdy a nephew. that makes me an aunty doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i guess i am one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8944859079016640615?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8944859079016640615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8944859079016640615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8944859079016640615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8944859079016640615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-saw-sparks.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-9126346750881856328</id><published>2007-06-27T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:05:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the big 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm in my twenties?! no longer a teenager. not yet an adult. then wat am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing. thats wat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-9126346750881856328?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/9126346750881856328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=9126346750881856328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/9126346750881856328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/9126346750881856328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-20.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5812105735529439284</id><published>2007-06-19T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:06:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i am not looking forward to next tuesday. nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been an awful mess. just wished it was all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a fucking dream.&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/14617228-5812105735529439284?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5812105735529439284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5812105735529439284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5812105735529439284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5812105735529439284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-not-looking-forward-to-next.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4831068627161107566</id><published>2007-05-25T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:46:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too busy to care or cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4831068627161107566?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4831068627161107566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4831068627161107566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4831068627161107566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4831068627161107566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-guess-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-441762391666870998</id><published>2007-05-22T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:24:52.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no part timers please. i dont want anymore part time boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that doesnt mean i'll be a full time girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-441762391666870998?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/441762391666870998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=441762391666870998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/441762391666870998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/441762391666870998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-part-timers-please.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7789407672058909271</id><published>2007-05-18T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T12:29:20.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm still contemplating. wondering if i should let myself be stuck with you. cos u dont seem to care if u hurt me these days. i know it was my fault last night. i apologise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the only reason why u made such a big fuss was cos u waited for me. for 15 mins before u called. i'm sorry. i think that was a bit too long for ur liking, isnt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scream at me again, and i'll hang up on you again. u want to show me ur indifference, i'll show u mine. don't be mistaken, i still care. but my patience is wearing thin. u've been stretching it for far too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only after i said goodbye, then u soften up on me. do i have to keep doing this to make u care? if i do, then i'm not sure if ur worth my time. this is unlike me, i've nvr been so practical..and heartless. but u made me this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the qns is now, do i go? or sit down and stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-7789407672058909271?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7789407672058909271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=7789407672058909271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7789407672058909271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7789407672058909271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-still-contemplating.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2539046243621764443</id><published>2007-05-09T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:14:07.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;phone conversations are suppose to start with a polite hello and an even polite and slightly sad goodbye. not just putting the phone down when the person is still on the line with you. that's just rude man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop thinking abt the past. stop feeling bad abt wat happened. it's not as if i was traumatised abt the whole break up.oh pls. get over yourself. it's getting old and boring. i know u'm cute and hot and sexy. dont have to tell me that ok. and i'm sticking to my decision. i'm never going back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop being paranoid. i dont normally say this to people who aren't me but you've got to bloody hell calm down. it's not gonna help you or me. what's done has been done and it won't be too late either to do anything after you've settled your stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;geez man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2539046243621764443?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2539046243621764443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2539046243621764443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2539046243621764443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2539046243621764443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/05/phone-conversations-are-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8041675175402204875</id><published>2007-04-30T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:34:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i saw the encore of miss singapore universe. it's funny how they can stand on stage half naked and still smile. if it were me, i'd be in a pissy mood man. and when they announced the winner, i had a laugh. they were asking stupid qns like which one of the two left would be crowned. it's funny, cos they shld be asking instead, which ugly one wld win! and wat's all the hoohah abt man? they both look the same to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i've proved myself more than once that i'm psychic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and pls stop trying to run me over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8041675175402204875?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8041675175402204875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8041675175402204875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8041675175402204875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8041675175402204875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-saw-encore-of-miss-singapore-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4639030444980596893</id><published>2007-04-27T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:38:13.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i almost didnt make it to work in one piece today. why? cos of all those mofos on the road. drivers, pls la keep in ur fucking lane man. and dont switch lane rapidly balls. and for goodness sake, check ur fucking blindspot. wat the hell is the point of ur instructors teaching u that if ur not going to practice it. there are motorists u know, not just u fucking cars using the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and pedestrians, if i hit u, it's ur stupid fault for not looking out for traffic. didnt ur mom teach u to look left, right then left? stupid idiots, i tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of course my selet-ing skills have improved. but that doesnt mean i wont try to fucking run u over. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yes, happy 26th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4639030444980596893?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4639030444980596893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4639030444980596893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4639030444980596893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4639030444980596893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-almost-didnt-make-it-to-work-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8449829774650077508</id><published>2007-04-26T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:07:56.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont understand why she'd cry. i mean, i'm sure she doesnt know that i know. i think she must gave guessed i'm mad at her abt something. thats why i stopped talking to them. but he just doesnt seem to get it. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8449829774650077508?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8449829774650077508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8449829774650077508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8449829774650077508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8449829774650077508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-understand-why-shed-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3822530138905809864</id><published>2007-04-25T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T13:27:27.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you can see it's lunch time. the office is empty. so is my stomach and heart. i am hungry but i dont have any mood or drive to go eat. so i stay here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it wasn't i miss you, neither was it pardon me. it was love hurts that caught my attention. I've heard this somewhere before in my past. and it rekindled melodramatic feelings. something abt that song. where have i heard it before? where damnit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i stopped talking abt it or to them. not like they care. i think they alrdy know why. and i think they've taken desperate measures to make me talk to them. but it's not going to work. whatever this thing is inside me is going to protect me from them. keep myself safe from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;safe from everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3822530138905809864?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3822530138905809864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3822530138905809864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3822530138905809864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3822530138905809864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-can-see-its-lunch-time.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4529314183352020370</id><published>2007-04-24T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:46:17.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just cos i'm sad doesnt mean i fought with my boyfriend. Or what is left of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just cos i'm emo doesnt mean i cut my wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So stop assuming people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4529314183352020370?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4529314183352020370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4529314183352020370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4529314183352020370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4529314183352020370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-cos-im-sad-doesnt-mean-i-fought.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-9198194594866064946</id><published>2007-04-24T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:58:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shed the old one. of course lost a few things, like the other bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people who i called frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ar fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-9198194594866064946?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/9198194594866064946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=9198194594866064946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/9198194594866064946'/><link 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pls leave me alone. everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2907486706714086036?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2907486706714086036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2907486706714086036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2907486706714086036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2907486706714086036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-where-i-retreat-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2858200354925848971</id><published>2007-04-23T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:19:14.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i never thought i'd go hungry again. i thought that was all in the past. i guess i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz. my lunch today was a small pack of twisties. i guess that's gd enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wat can i say? i've been banished to the corners of hell til i cant differentitate between friends and foes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and if u see me laugh out loud or smile wickedly to myself, pls excuse me. it's not that i've gone mad, i'm just thinking abt the DATE. i dunno why but it gets me everytime. it's not tragic anymore, it's just plain funny. imagine that, just one month before ur date of birth. haha. u found out u were an accident. haha! u found out u were a bastard. hahaha! thats damn funny i tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh my god, i cant stop laughing, i have twisties coming out of my nose. hahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just a kind advice, check the year ur parents were married. make sure it's at least nine months before ur date of birth if ur the first child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but hey, it's still damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dun feel sorry for u cos it was ur mistake. i am ur mistake. i didnt ask to be ur mistake. u shld have just gotten rid of me while u still could. so now u have to pay the consequences of having me. well, too bad for u. i just feel sorry for myself. thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's still so fucking funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2858200354925848971?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2858200354925848971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2858200354925848971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2858200354925848971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2858200354925848971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-never-thought-id-go-hungry-again.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6618941894061661843</id><published>2007-04-23T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:19:38.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm surprised at how patient i am being with u. yes, even i astound myself at how stupid i'm being.why is it that i was never like this before except when it came to you. one day a car will hit me cos i'll be too busy thinking abt u.i won't see the damn car and it'll fucking hit me. i swear that'll happen. and when it does, i'll have u to blame. if i'm still alive that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and everytime i call, i'll always reach ur mailbox. i've always reached even when i really need u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on another note, thanks for checking up on me. i know it's a damn hard time for me but i'm trying to gather all my thoughts together. i'm trying to be as normal as possible but it's hard when u guys keep asking if i'm ok. i know ur good intentions, i can smell them. but when i need ur company, i know u'll all be there. so till then, dun worry abt me. i'll be just fine and dandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but for u, i wont tell u anything anymore cos ur always freaking out and backing everyone else but me.thanks for trying to help but didnt. thanks for not being there with me when ur happy. thanks for spitting on me when i'm alrdy at my lowest. i guess whatever it is ur mum said abt me is true so u dun have to feel upset abt it or defend me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you, thanks for planting the seed of doubt in my head. i guess u were right. well, of course, ur always right, right? i dun have to tell u anything anymore right? u'll just know, just like that. right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pull the trigger and the nightmare stops sounds more tempting as each day passes by. it's like a yummy chocolate-drenched cake. slurp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then today when i woke up, yesterday felt like the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the dream i had abt u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's been years since i dreamt abt u. it's giving me false hope all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u held my hand, laughed and smoked. only in my deep conscience would that really happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz, he said there's a reason for eveything. why all these is happening to me. and i'm just waiting for the reason to come in mind. i just hope it's soon before i lose my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6618941894061661843?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6618941894061661843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6618941894061661843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6618941894061661843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6618941894061661843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-surprised-at-how-patient-i-am-being.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-7988083621857703006</id><published>2007-04-20T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T10:58:01.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on the surface, i look like how i always do. sad, jaded and emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but deep down it's far worse. only God knows how heartbroken i am. But God doesn't give a flying fuck abt me. Cos God is too busy making other people's lives perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-7988083621857703006?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7988083621857703006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=7988083621857703006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7988083621857703006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/7988083621857703006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-surface-i-look-like-how-i-always-do.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1860823451638248445</id><published>2007-04-19T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:04:43.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life sure has a sick sense of humor. First it taught me to love. Then it took that away and left me in the dust. Then it taught me to love again, cos hey, i tot whatever happened in the past won't happen again, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean what are the odds of someone i care abt getting married to somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zilch to zero, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's just say, it's deja vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So then i try to pick myself up and life throws me a curve ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What am i going to do now? Why is it so dramatic and tragic? Why damnit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And this is the precise reason why i don't believe in you. Yes, i'm talking to you. You ask me why i hate u, this is the reason why. Look at me and how everything around me is falling apart. And you ask why i don't believe in you. I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-1860823451638248445?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1860823451638248445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1860823451638248445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1860823451638248445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1860823451638248445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-sure-has-sick-sense-of-humor.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-16391956353101484</id><published>2007-04-16T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:39:44.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dunno where to begin. u stood me up on saturday. but still i took it in. u always said that there's a reason for everything. but i see no reason why u did it. i'm not jumping to conclusions that's why i'm so confused. u could be happily talking to me and when i ask the right qns, u shut me off. u don't reply, pick up my calls and worse switch off ur phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's only so much a person can tolerate and i've reached the point where i want to give up on us. i dun want to be crying myself to sleep every night thinking abt u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know i'm fighting a losing battle. and i know i told u i wont give u up so easily but as u pointed out, i'm at the losing end either way u make ur decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i'm making it easier for u and for me. i'll do what i've always done. i'll take myself out of the picture. i'll disappear and whatever's left are memories of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you for ur time. thank you for the smiles and laugh. thank you for the letter and the lyrics. thank you for once being there for me. and most of all, thank you for loving me. even though it means nothing to u anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this will be my last entry to you. i'm sorry for all the misery i've caused. know that i'll alwyas love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take care. goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-16391956353101484?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/16391956353101484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=16391956353101484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/16391956353101484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/16391956353101484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dunno-where-to-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5387007960446501301</id><published>2007-04-13T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:28:03.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i was the ocean. neither living nor dead. calm and peaceful on the surface. but raging underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll dig my toes into the sand. i'll look at the ocean. it'll look like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. i'll lean against the wind and pretend that i am weightless. and in that moment i'll be happy damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'd wish i wasnt there alone. i'd wish u were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll count the ufos. and signal them with my lighter. and in that moment i'll stay happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and when i leave, i'll forget abt u and all the things that u've done. i'll get my life straighten out.it'll work out. it'll work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if i say that often enough, it might just come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5387007960446501301?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5387007960446501301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5387007960446501301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5387007960446501301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5387007960446501301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-i-was-ocean.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-671075522132876433</id><published>2007-04-12T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:42:32.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate it when i'm kept in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate it when u leave me alone with no word at all, then come back and sweep me off my feet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate it when u ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate it when u dun tell me the important things abt urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate it when i'm mad at u and u make things right without even knowing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most of all, i hate u cos i love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-671075522132876433?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/671075522132876433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=671075522132876433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/671075522132876433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/671075522132876433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-it-when-im-kept-in-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-2111709639701508918</id><published>2007-04-11T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:12:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it feels like i'm having a broken heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the migraine's creeping up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh please, will someone just kill me pls. put me out of my misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-2111709639701508918?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2111709639701508918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=2111709639701508918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2111709639701508918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/2111709639701508918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-feels-like-im-having-broken-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4074157770653522330</id><published>2007-04-05T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:25:56.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing much to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hehe. u know what that means right kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yes, that's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4074157770653522330?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4074157770653522330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4074157770653522330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4074157770653522330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4074157770653522330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-6129018212624723641</id><published>2007-03-29T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:05:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why oh why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-6129018212624723641?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6129018212624723641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=6129018212624723641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6129018212624723641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/6129018212624723641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-oh-why.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-4517224438113302020</id><published>2007-03-28T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:12:43.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why does saying the right thing sounds wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-4517224438113302020?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4517224438113302020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=4517224438113302020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4517224438113302020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/4517224438113302020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-does-saying-right-thing-sounds.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-3157806674322722354</id><published>2007-03-28T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:19:41.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just one word of caution to guys out there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am not to be fucked round with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-3157806674322722354?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3157806674322722354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=3157806674322722354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3157806674322722354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/3157806674322722354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-one-word-of-caution-to-guys-out.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5917795689831392220</id><published>2007-03-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:30:52.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one day i hope i'll be in a bad accident and get mangled up or something just to show that u guys are right. u keep talking abt accidents as if u want me to be involved in one. one day, i'll show u ur right. i'm sick of having to listen to u nag at me everyday. as if i dunno the fucking dangers. i know the risks when i took my license so stop telling me that. it's redundant and repetitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to mention now i'm spending my lunch time in the archive room, doing mindless filing. yea, that's my dream job alright. oh wait, ur dream job for me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i cant go anywhere even though i have my own bike. that defeats the purpose of getting one doesnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes that's right. my life is just perfect. the story of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5917795689831392220?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5917795689831392220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5917795689831392220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5917795689831392220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5917795689831392220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-day-i-hope-ill-be-in-bad-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8842633720652019477</id><published>2007-03-26T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:30:28.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything i say now is a deathblow. i cant shoot my mouth anymore or i will be shot down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where's the fun in that anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just said i missed you and then u said goodbye. hmm.. that makes sense because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh wait, no it doesnt make sense. but to u it does right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because thats ur ans for everything isnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to run away and hope ur past doesnt catch up to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;look, i'm no longer that stupid lil girl. i can take care of myself. because of u i was forced into this situation and i grew from it. u wouldnt believe how much i've been through after u. u'd regret it even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;since u like to run away so much, i'll do u a favour and cut myself out of ur life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's better off this way for u right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that works for u right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont look for me anymore. i'm just a memory to u. i've always been, havent i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8842633720652019477?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8842633720652019477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8842633720652019477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8842633720652019477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8842633720652019477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/everything-i-say-now-is-deathblow.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1503300005353422986</id><published>2007-03-23T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:01:17.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;think abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-1503300005353422986?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1503300005353422986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1503300005353422986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1503300005353422986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1503300005353422986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/muse.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-9031966633350643988</id><published>2007-03-22T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:06:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's no somewhere for me. No place far enough away. Because no matter where i go, I'll always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-9031966633350643988?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/9031966633350643988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=9031966633350643988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/9031966633350643988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/9031966633350643988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/theres-no-somewhere-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1092168383727610003</id><published>2007-03-16T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:44:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was at the traffic light waiting for the lights to cahnge when i heard a scooter behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i looked behind to see the vespa. nothing wrong with it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the guy stopped beside me and turned to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he asked for my name, where i was going. then he asked the weirdest qns, he asked for my number. the lights were goinna change so i told him and he tried to rmbr it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then as we were moving off, he asked if he could follow me. i just smiled. i would've told him, then if he could keep up in his vespa, then hell yea, he could follow me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha, but then when we got to the expressway, he lost me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oops, sorry dude, i just need the speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess he forgot my number cos i haven't heard from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha.oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-1092168383727610003?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1092168383727610003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1092168383727610003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1092168383727610003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1092168383727610003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-at-traffic-light-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-5492681097832659104</id><published>2007-03-16T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:37:44.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennywise- Something to change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another boring day just fades away a cycle that's never gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another casualty of humanity awash in my own stupidty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like I don't want to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's no reason why a cyborg that's waiting around to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got nothing left to prove I got no excuse a wasteoid with nothing left to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm waiting for my own salvation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got to get out - there's no time to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I need something to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something to break - Some way to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some way to get away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A never-ending game - always the same - forever spent waiting for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know there's gotta be some place for me where I can escape this misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The more and more I try it just seems that I get further from what I want in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nothing I can do I got no excuse a reject who hasn't got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm waiting for my own salvation I got to get out - there's not time to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-5492681097832659104?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5492681097832659104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=5492681097832659104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5492681097832659104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/5492681097832659104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/pennywise-something-to-change.html' title='Pennywise- Something to change'/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-1138667133136306882</id><published>2007-03-15T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:49:46.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why laa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm just so fucking jealous. i don't even know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess i'm just afraid that i'd get hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so why laa did i ever fall for it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck it man. if anything goes wrong i'll blame you, amalina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just want him all to myself. no sharing pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-1138667133136306882?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1138667133136306882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=1138667133136306882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1138667133136306882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/1138667133136306882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-laa-im-just-so-fucking-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>watts wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980628782210781914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHpXx4tCCQ8/SaESDAQme5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0fTiNBH4Wt0/S220/pretty+pixies010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14617228.post-8482289727749755192</id><published>2007-03-07T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:31:31.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The raeson why i havent been in here is cos they've asked me to get an account with google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i'm just too damn lazy to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14617228-8482289727749755192?l=inmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8482289727749755192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14617228&amp;postID=8482289727749755192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8482289727749755192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14617228/posts/default/8482289727749755192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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