<?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-1477442380764406037</id><updated>2011-07-29T11:41:25.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackest of Blacks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2363792565908380797</id><published>2009-12-14T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:27:14.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Engraved as Today Slips Into Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Seems like it was just yesterday as i stepped in the unfamiliar hallways of college, breathing in the new surroundings, putting on my 'bitch facade' to mask the strange butterflies in my gut. But now, before you can even say 'fuck' backwards, 3 terms, 1 yr, it passed just like *snap* that. Friends came and went, *so did boys*, Hawaiian night, Orientation night, Prom night, World Chef's Day, Pastry Story!, bla bla bla etc etc... Basically its a whole mixture of losing something but gaining back something else in return. Be it BFF's or BF's, experience, fun &amp;amp; laughter, your virginity or wtv, i dunno. Its college man... Simply put, for me, its been a complete circle of a bigger circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Though it hasnt been smooth sailing the whole way, but my college mates and I, we've gone from cock-staring each other and feeling intimidated, to getting acquainted, to being cam-whore buddies... Its a typical case of 'Dont judge a book by its cover' i guess. I believe that each of us, we live in a Masquerade. Its like a daily masked-ball. We each put on a front. This is when chances are given and true colours are given an opportunity to peek out from behind this veil. Its an advantage college gives us. And its where (social) relationships spark and bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After my one wk at Bali and Thailand, it'll be Christmas and New Years and right after, our internships will be starting. Im not one who's good at handling separations. For people like Gi, babe im 5mins away from your place, ill come by (: As for the Boo, we'll work something out on my off-days aight, love? Last but not least, the brother/sisterhood and hustlers, one more stop with Anthony before we part aye? Probably Alexis this time *wink*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Regardless, whether or not any of us are as close as we were before we leave our comfort zone, memories are still engraved in each of us, even as today slips into yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hearts the Bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 the Shorty Boo&lt;br /&gt;xoxo the Brother/Sisterhood &amp;amp; Hustlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im so emo. Fuck :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~ Leaving On A Jet Plane - Jewel ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2363792565908380797?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2363792565908380797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories-engraved-as-today-slips-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2363792565908380797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2363792565908380797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories-engraved-as-today-slips-into.html' title='Memories Engraved as Today Slips Into Yesterday...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-9027634077572582996</id><published>2009-11-30T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:29:02.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind Lovers... Literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gi: I miss going out with you... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: We just went out that day... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gi: As in... movies and all that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah i get what you mean. like going out shopping whole day together and all. not just yum cha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gi: Yalor. haha damn sweet right our lesbianic moments. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah last time we paktoh thats why so sweet. now married d dont bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gi: married d dont bother wtf. Now stable edi no need to go berdating right. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the bf wants me to divorce her -.- sorry baby but no can do! x) *&lt;3 GiGi*   spent quite some time with the shorty last wk. went for lunch, movies the usual sappy stuff. made him watch xmas carol again. in 3D. Again. those glasses do get in the way *ahem* ;) officially dislike Library now. old man's joint yet its always full. ended up in Laundry 2days in a row because. GiGi got tipsy thx to '2 fingers' *thinks dirty* and Mojito which Charmaine still cant believe i ate the leaves o.O nearly got into an accident with a fucking Indian *no offence to all my oreos out there* who's wife stuck her middle finger at me while carrying her baby in the car when it wasnt even my fault *cross my heart*. i curse that kelisa's ppl to get down syndrome, retardation, herpes, STD and malaria for 5 damn generations. ugh... The bf wore his safety belt in my car after *ass*... had potluck at Kelly's which i was a total bad influence to his younger sis *sorry Kelvs*. Laundry again after. flashed my bra cuz i wore the wrong one with the wrong top. FML. Seeing the chindian party-without-a-stop-button reminded me of Faiz whom i miss sigh. Missing the shorty already. Finals in a wk. Relatives FINALLY leaving my hse. Yet to bring Kuan out before he goes back to Sydney. and... im fucked with Mandarin Oriental. Good job *pats self on head* crap crap blah blah yaddi daddi dah boom boom... bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the wk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu tolak satu...?                           &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*                           &lt;br /&gt;*                           &lt;br /&gt;*                            ... satu jatuh! x)  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepet less than 3's shorty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~ Meet Me Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lfway - Black Eyed Peas ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-9027634077572582996?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/9027634077572582996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/11/blind-lovers-literally_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/9027634077572582996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/9027634077572582996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/11/blind-lovers-literally_30.html' title='The Blind Lovers... Literally'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1702589263411938206</id><published>2009-11-17T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:17:44.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Names for The Same Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Different shyt same day&lt;br /&gt;Same shyt different day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different shyt same people&lt;br /&gt;Same shyt different people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people same day&lt;br /&gt;Same people different day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different situation same people&lt;br /&gt;Same situation different people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;how do i sum up my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;the cards they just keep dealing,&lt;br /&gt;emotions add up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try and run but i cant hide,&lt;br /&gt;i cant deny wat i feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live with it, suck it up,&lt;br /&gt;why's my life so full of fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on, its so unfair,&lt;br /&gt;the injustice i have to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow my feelings, or let it go,&lt;br /&gt;this facade is getting too damn old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Torn - Natalie Imbruglia *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1702589263411938206?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1702589263411938206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/11/different-names-for-same-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1702589263411938206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1702589263411938206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/11/different-names-for-same-things.html' title='Different Names for The Same Things'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2642229809254703867</id><published>2009-11-13T00:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:38:29.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWLOHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Svw3o4n8hOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vlxfTKV-J8Q/s1600-h/3942914709_f03e5f3e7f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Svw3n1bOUtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xUPqCRk-X8A/s400/homepage2E798D37-9F2E-38DF-3A0F654B76E8BE97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403254810433442514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/vision/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click here to know more about TWLOHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;~ reach for the marker, not for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...ive done my part, have you done yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Where Is The Love? - Black Eyed Peas *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2642229809254703867?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2642229809254703867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/11/twloha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2642229809254703867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2642229809254703867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/11/twloha.html' title='TWLOHA'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Svw3o4n8hOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vlxfTKV-J8Q/s72-c/3942914709_f03e5f3e7f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-7761187944486489865</id><published>2009-10-17T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:04:47.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am hates who ive been</title><content type='html'>OMG an ant died and resurrected in my Ribena... -.- no shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i having a glass of ribena at home when founnd a dead (not moving) ant in it. so i use my straw, got it out, put it on the inner top side of my glass and continue drinking (still not moving...) i go on doing my own things occasionally taking sips from my cup (its effing DEAD and stuck hard to my glass i swear) when about 45mins later i glance at my cup and WTF ITS GONE! O.O im 110% sure it didnt fall back down into my glass and me drinking it, neither did another insect crawl in my glass, eat the damn ant and crawl back out, and i HIGHLY DOUBT another ant took its body back to bury... so WTF... no shyt im amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wtf at the ant not me -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if only humans could die, resurrect and start life anew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sexy Bitch - David Guetta ft Akon *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-7761187944486489865?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/7761187944486489865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-ant-died-and-resurrected-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7761187944486489865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7761187944486489865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-ant-died-and-resurrected-in-my.html' title='who i am hates who ive been'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4781472141897378921</id><published>2009-10-17T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:12:25.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you want is Love's Facade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* 无底洞 - 蔡健雅 *&lt;br /&gt;~Nothing but Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4781472141897378921?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4781472141897378921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-and-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4781472141897378921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4781472141897378921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music and Lyrics'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5182758397000261432</id><published>2009-10-17T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:07:27.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This As Hard As It Gets</title><content type='html'>If anyone asks&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them we both just moved on&lt;br /&gt;When people all stare&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend that i don't hear them talk&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i see you, i'll swallow my pride and bite my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Pretend i'm okay with it all&lt;br /&gt;Act like there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asks&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them we just grew apart&lt;br /&gt;Yet what do i care&lt;br /&gt;If they believe me or not&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i feel your memory is breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend i'm okay with it all&lt;br /&gt;Act like there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking in circles&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying, they know it&lt;br /&gt;Why won't this all go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Cry - Kelly Clarkson *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5182758397000261432?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5182758397000261432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-this-as-hard-as-it-gets_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5182758397000261432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5182758397000261432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-this-as-hard-as-it-gets_17.html' title='Is This As Hard As It Gets'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5649975851132363645</id><published>2009-10-12T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:10:19.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive Got Troubled Thoughts and A Self Esteem To Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Young as we may be&lt;br /&gt;We've had reality, truth and life smack us right in the face&lt;br /&gt;Day by day&lt;br /&gt;Lucky are those who get to make a big fuss over an unexpected piece of shyt in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause for people like us&lt;br /&gt;We really don't expect less&lt;br /&gt;Its not that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want/embrace&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;Its just that its become so familiar&lt;br /&gt;"Same shyt different day" kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our negativity or pessimism is the reason behind it&lt;br /&gt;But "good things" or anything without complications for that matter&lt;br /&gt;Never had our names on it&lt;br /&gt;And when something actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; go right&lt;br /&gt;It somehow becomes too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Hence making it "something wrong"&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be us?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah...&lt;br /&gt;But that's exactly how we grow...&lt;br /&gt;Cause these shyts&lt;br /&gt;They dont kill us&lt;br /&gt;And since they don't its only made us that much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our time will come (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* What A Catch Donnie - Fall Out Boy *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5649975851132363645?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5649975851132363645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-troubled-thoughts-and-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5649975851132363645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5649975851132363645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-troubled-thoughts-and-self.html' title='Ive Got Troubled Thoughts and A Self Esteem To Match'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-10546706617529153</id><published>2009-10-12T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:26:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Peasy Lime... Squeezy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/StIFw_l7Y2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/3TqNzh6BmK4/s1600-h/lime+wire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/StIFw_l7Y2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/3TqNzh6BmK4/s400/lime+wire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391378043178279778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was bored and in need of new songs when this popped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-squeezing limes...-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im tickled by it... -.-&lt;br /&gt;As emo as i may be,&lt;br /&gt;ITS A FREAKING MASKED LIME WITH A CAPE!! omfg... xD&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...oh shut up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Outta My Head - Ashlee Simpson *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-10546706617529153?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/10546706617529153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/easy-peasy-lime-squeezy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/10546706617529153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/10546706617529153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/easy-peasy-lime-squeezy.html' title='Easy Peasy Lime... Squeezy?'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/StIFw_l7Y2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/3TqNzh6BmK4/s72-c/lime+wire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-770863564713416407</id><published>2009-10-11T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:10:33.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason Poets Died Before The Modern Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/StICRdVD-5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/5S4Nr9IQ-Ks/s1600-h/chat.dib"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/StICRdVD-5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/5S4Nr9IQ-Ks/s400/chat.dib" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391374202869906322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, sup?"&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine i'll give him credit for effort *pats back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* She's A Genius - Jet *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-770863564713416407?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/770863564713416407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/reason-poets-died-before-modern-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/770863564713416407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/770863564713416407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/reason-poets-died-before-modern-era.html' title='The Reason Poets Died Before The Modern Era'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/StICRdVD-5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/5S4Nr9IQ-Ks/s72-c/chat.dib' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2866482595781182486</id><published>2009-10-08T00:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:34:06.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Pleasure of Past Passion</title><content type='html'>Rereading through my last post, i realize i really cant write like i used to in &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://underneath-the-skin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Behind The Facade&lt;/a&gt;. My works now are all complete BS and im yet to find a new source of inspiration. Sighs... The end of my writing? *crossing my pens and papers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Apparently writing isnt the only thing im losing. My head's gone too. o.O wtf FML*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Just Lose It - Eminem *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2866482595781182486?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2866482595781182486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-pleasure-of-past-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2866482595781182486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2866482595781182486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-pleasure-of-past-passion.html' title='Lost Pleasure of Past Passion'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-989432408627809460</id><published>2009-10-08T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:20:27.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claustrophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barely able to move forward&lt;br /&gt;I try to take two steps back&lt;br /&gt;With the noose around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Im trapped in these four walls&lt;br /&gt;Those imaginary shackles and chains&lt;br /&gt;Bind me in your gaze&lt;br /&gt;Im held in my position&lt;br /&gt;So close... Too close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling the room shrink smaller... smaller... smaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, I cant breathe&lt;br /&gt;Your lips are needed to give me life&lt;br /&gt;But they're in the warmth of hers&lt;br /&gt;I break myself free from this fucked up bondage i put myself in&lt;br /&gt;Alas, to no avail&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the ties and dragging my weights&lt;br /&gt;I search for a different alternative out of this claustrophobia&lt;br /&gt;Still searching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Love is Gone - David Guetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-989432408627809460?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/989432408627809460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/claustrophobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/989432408627809460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/989432408627809460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/claustrophobia.html' title='Claustrophobia'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1323655275808112127</id><published>2009-10-04T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:58:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Aphrodisiacs... and Growing Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better to rescue a good man from his loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;a bad boy from his misogyny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* Conspiracy - Paramore *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Nothing but Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1323655275808112127?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1323655275808112127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-aphrodisiacs-and-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1323655275808112127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1323655275808112127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-aphrodisiacs-and-growing-up.html' title='of Aphrodisiacs... and Growing Up.'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3257537230952443044</id><published>2009-10-01T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:36:59.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jukebox Just Wont Play My Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just when i thought that things were finally different&lt;br /&gt;That i finally got to the greener side of the field&lt;br /&gt;And i could finally have something i actually deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i wouldnt be afraid i would screw up&lt;br /&gt;Something worth me striving for&lt;br /&gt;Just something i could wake up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on as it was before anything began&lt;br /&gt;I put my smile back on&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it just wasnt time yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its Karma&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i was deluded by wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow&lt;br /&gt;It is something im accustomed to&lt;br /&gt;Something that's far from a stranger to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;For when the jukebox plays my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Invisible Man - 98 Degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3257537230952443044?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3257537230952443044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/jukebox-just-wont-play-my-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3257537230952443044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3257537230952443044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/10/jukebox-just-wont-play-my-song.html' title='The Jukebox Just Wont Play My Song'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8554615942775120824</id><published>2009-09-30T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:00:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and The Blair Show goes on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silly of me to think that it would be diff&lt;br /&gt;leaving my Chuck for the Duke&lt;br /&gt;only to find him having an affair with the Duchess&lt;br /&gt;way before i came into the picture&lt;br /&gt;guess i was the cover all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt. disappointed. betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not&lt;br /&gt;buy me a drink&lt;br /&gt;and the Blair show goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carter Baizen&lt;br /&gt;come out come out wherever you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just say those 3 words, 3 syllables, 8 letters. say it and im yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Secret - The Pierces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8554615942775120824?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8554615942775120824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-blair-show-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8554615942775120824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8554615942775120824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-blair-show-goes-on.html' title='and The Blair Show goes on...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1887326086376041138</id><published>2009-09-26T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:32:49.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outta my freaking Raya -mushed bloody mind...</title><content type='html'>as lame as how some ppl blog about their every clubbing trip as if its something noone else does, i just HAD to bitch bout this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona. the 1st club ive ever gotten piss drunk at. the 1st club S has ever brought me to. used to love the music and the *pathetic* dancefloor... and then you start noticing... KIDS. as in. underage minors. like... people not even passed their PMR... THEN you see uncles... GAWKING at them undeveloped *whatever little* titties. oh gawd... *pass the sick bucket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a line RIGHT THERE and discovered MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then being lazy to go to KL and bored of MOS, what'd you do when you're old kaki's ask you to Barcelona? "aah f*** k lar go a while larr..." and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila! 1st, a whiff of *level7 x10* cig-fusion air greets you. next, long haired blondes are spotted amongst the crowd... only to find out that they're chinese boys yg bermata sepet. *NVM TAKES DEEP BREATH choke cough gag* you walk in and oh! sluts in tiny packages! =D littles girls exchanging their ballet tutus for skin-tight, *what?!* chest revealing, microminis and stilettoes *wobble wobble*... whatever happened to tshirt jeans and flip flops?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you get the dancefloor... you know im anything but racist. but its still a lil O.O when you see AA's get overenthusiastic when an Akon/Beyonce song spins... and the ultimate worst?! HAVING UNDERAGE HIGH SCHOOL KIDS GRIND YOU *omfgwtfknnccbmchdnsmpksh!?!!* its just Disgusting. especially when you're a girl and the guy's the minor. and yes im still having the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having have a curfew *dont ask* and being oh-so-responsible-as-a-safe-driver me, aka not being able to drink *so much*, i leave before 2am, speed off, and with ears still muffled, swear to myself never in my sane mind will i ever step in there EVER again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: feeling like a pedophile... fml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck you barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;¬ Trouble - Lenka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1887326086376041138?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1887326086376041138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/09/outta-my-freaking-raya-mushed-bloody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1887326086376041138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1887326086376041138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/09/outta-my-freaking-raya-mushed-bloody.html' title='Outta my freaking Raya -mushed bloody mind...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-6446812920342198849</id><published>2009-09-23T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:33:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking past that stranger so familiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt so long ago...&lt;br /&gt;The same thing we did back then,&lt;br /&gt;and the same thing we're doing now.&lt;br /&gt;How can the exact thing be all too familiar,&lt;br /&gt;yet so distant and cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess time went backwards this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I went from knowing,&lt;br /&gt;to not knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Everything We Had - The Academy Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-6446812920342198849?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/6446812920342198849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/09/walking-past-that-stranger-so-familiar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6446812920342198849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6446812920342198849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/09/walking-past-that-stranger-so-familiar.html' title='Walking past that stranger so familiar...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-651460981311800260</id><published>2009-09-23T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:18:41.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching As Your Sillhouette Fades</title><content type='html'>some things are just said too many a time but yet still not quite enough. we hear it so often that we think little of it. told to us by different people, it's as repeated as a broken record... but alas! some things need to be experienced by oneself, in order for one to not know, but FEEL its true meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok wtf i sound weird talking so deep... but what im talking about is the whole "*blank blank* till its gone" thing... "you never know what you got till its gone", "you never truly appreciate something till its gone" etc etc. yeah it sounds corny and cliched, probably even overused, but hey, honestly, i daresay majority of us has been in an eff-ed up situation like that. and when reality hits you, it hits you so damn hard, you realize its too late. it always is aint it? well life sucks-balls that way. be a man and suck it in, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we KNOW it. we know when a good thing's leaving or when something's going the wrong way, but being the idiots we are, we know we've pushed it that far, and so we idiotically try to push it THAT much further, only to have pushed it off the cliff entirely. and that when the "Oh F***!"-'s, should really be replaced with "F*** myself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when "...till its gone" happens, its really never a good thing, and its 11/10 times OUR own fault, our own doing. stupid us and our g-damn big egos? hell yeah... despite, it still hurts. like a chokeslam on concrete, or a punch in the face, a dagger thru your gut, poison thru your veins... well you get my drift. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual... i really dont know where im getting at but yeah. though its been said time and again, people, dont wait for a wake up call, open your eyes and SEE - not just look, at whats in front of you, take time to ponder upon the little things and the details of everything, your loved ones right there in front of your bloody faces, notice the every tiny thing they do, sacrifice they make, word they say, emotions they feel. in the end, it really does add up, and they all matter. learn to see that. and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ps: stop pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Meet Me Halfway - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-651460981311800260?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/651460981311800260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-as-your-sillhouette-fades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/651460981311800260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/651460981311800260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-as-your-sillhouette-fades.html' title='Watching As Your Sillhouette Fades'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3543533295438388476</id><published>2009-08-31T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:39:17.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Private Show of Plastic Passion</title><content type='html'>First and foremost Happy Independence Day to all Malaysians (: Long weekend coming to an end and what have I accomplished thus far? How about... Nothing? Sigh... Still cant find am excuse or explanation for all the fuck ups thats been happening... But nothing im not already used to i guess? Bloody... Mom's been so tight with the whole going out thing ever since the whole *blank*... Guess im the only one to blame? Shyt's still been following me ard ever since Friday *heck... shyt's been in my life since forever...* when i bloody fell outside college while Running Downhill on a Road in Stilettos *social suicide much* and bloody scratched my lappie... FML to the pits of hell man. Went D's on Sat night cuz the mother wouldnt let me out Fri... Helped paint his place with F. Friends + Music + Lekor + Martell = &lt;3 why cant life be and stay that awesome?! Sigh... Coming back to earth, went for Slutty's event at Mardi Gras last night for countdown... Lets just say.. mm... Back To Old School was more hyped up?!! *smug look* Despite the deadness, guess you cant go wrong with Babes, Music, Black Label/Long Island/Beers, and a Dancefloor (: Half of our crowd left after countdown though =/ cant blame them but the rest still had fun nonetheless... College resumes tmr, i have service, no guests, major presentation on wed, Moral assignment to bloody rehearse... Stab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my life gets more effed up... Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Clubbing aint complete until you get a couple of tipsy guys shoo-ed off for dancing on the counter cuz its 'for girls only'. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ahemfaizchokedarrylahem*&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Plastic Passion -The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3543533295438388476?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3543533295438388476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-private-show-of-plastic-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3543533295438388476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3543533295438388476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-private-show-of-plastic-passion.html' title='Its a Private Show of Plastic Passion'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5643671620487101532</id><published>2009-08-24T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:54:38.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Fire Kept Ablaze Without Burning</title><content type='html'>You walked past&lt;br /&gt;I was a sitting duck&lt;br /&gt;Blinded and charmed&lt;br /&gt;You had me round your finger&lt;br /&gt;True colours showed&lt;br /&gt;You turned 180&lt;br /&gt;Is it part of your game?&lt;br /&gt;Or just how you are?&lt;br /&gt;I got tired&lt;br /&gt;I know im worth more&lt;br /&gt;You're keeping it dangling&lt;br /&gt;Im left at a crossroad&lt;br /&gt;Which turn should i make?&lt;br /&gt;The left seems right&lt;br /&gt;But the right's all's left.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's the only way&lt;br /&gt;Cause i finally chose myself over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Come Back To Me - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5643671620487101532?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5643671620487101532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-fire-kept-ablaze-without-burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5643671620487101532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5643671620487101532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-fire-kept-ablaze-without-burning.html' title='The Last Fire Kept Ablaze Without Burning'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2391808037826735735</id><published>2009-08-11T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:23:30.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concluder</title><content type='html'>Upon stumbling out from my Moral Studies lecture, i pondered upon one word. Nothing big nothing fancy nothing sophisticated or bombastic. That word, was simply: Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time. Its something ALL of us have, no doubt. 6 billion souls on this earth are given an equal share of 86400 secs/1440 mins/24 hrs a day, 7 days a wk, 30 days a month, 12 mths/365 days a yr. How we use it though, is based on each individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a time, when given something for free, us being humans tend to take it for granted. Same applies to time. what many have yet to realize though, it that how big a role time plays in our lives, other than just as a countdown for our biological clock, or as an indicator of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major role time plays in our lives, is as a conluder. It concludes what we've waited for, it decides our consequence and it unveils everything. In time, questions will be answered, decisions made, truth surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Time. We dont know anything about it. Yet it knows everything about us. Our future. The untold. What life behold for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare we still take it for granted? Time will tell... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps: sorry for the lack of updates. brain fluids not flowing right and life's been a bitch shoved up the anus...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~ I Know You Want Me - Pitbull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2391808037826735735?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2391808037826735735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/08/concluder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2391808037826735735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2391808037826735735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/08/concluder.html' title='The Concluder'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-962103052911218400</id><published>2009-07-08T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:36:46.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zomfg She's Finally Legal!! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SlSs9DnapmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/03G2ghh6Odc/s1600-h/DSC03054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SlSs9DnapmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/03G2ghh6Odc/s400/DSC03054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356096021792990818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY SWEET 18th GiGi my Bitch!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Enjoy being legal *wink*-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SlSqUTl6ooI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FZwf7q3IJtE/s1600-h/DSC02802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SlSqUTl6ooI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FZwf7q3IJtE/s400/DSC02802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356093122683773570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;For every obstacle we have and will encountered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;For every trial and tribulation we have and will faced together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;We shall stand and overcome it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Side by side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Now and for many more years to come... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SlSsoEiK_mI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jy0jLL0-WuA/s1600-h/DSC02801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SlSsoEiK_mI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jy0jLL0-WuA/s400/DSC02801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356095661262175842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Through sunshine and rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;In good times and bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You've always been there for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;As you know ill be there for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Hope you had a great one! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry we werent able to spend the day with you~ *at least we cut cake twice =D lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;All the best in life, Take care &amp;amp; God Bless~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Love you babe (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt; xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ps: haha i just HAD to make this post colourful... LOL... dont ask im sleepy... *zZz* (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Ill Be There - Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-962103052911218400?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/962103052911218400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/07/zomfg-shes-finally-legal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/962103052911218400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/962103052911218400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/07/zomfg-shes-finally-legal.html' title='Zomfg She&apos;s Finally Legal!! (:'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SlSs9DnapmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/03G2ghh6Odc/s72-c/DSC03054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3357085239466771608</id><published>2009-07-06T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:53:21.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seems like it was just yesterday</title><content type='html'>back at college&lt;br /&gt;i realized&lt;br /&gt;how that stretch of road outside college&lt;br /&gt;brings back so many memories&lt;br /&gt;from the times we went out after my class&lt;br /&gt;to me skipping class for you - something you never knew (:&lt;br /&gt;to you sending me home after college - loved how sweet you were back then (:&lt;br /&gt;then i see&lt;br /&gt;as i get out of the campus&lt;br /&gt;people going home&lt;br /&gt;random people, college mates&lt;br /&gt;walking in twos&lt;br /&gt;holding hands&lt;br /&gt;some who look like they're from diff worlds&lt;br /&gt;yet not afraid of what others say&lt;br /&gt;or think&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;holding hands&lt;br /&gt;walking down that road&lt;br /&gt;getting into their cars&lt;br /&gt;going home&lt;br /&gt;or spending time together&lt;br /&gt;and i stand there&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;thinking&lt;br /&gt;what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that long ago&lt;br /&gt;when it was happening to me&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i just stood there&lt;br /&gt;watching the cars pass my by&lt;br /&gt;entwined hands&lt;br /&gt;fading in the distance&lt;br /&gt;then i turned my head&lt;br /&gt;and walked away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3357085239466771608?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3357085239466771608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/07/seems-like-it-was-just-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3357085239466771608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3357085239466771608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/07/seems-like-it-was-just-yesterday.html' title='seems like it was just yesterday'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4384218175254384395</id><published>2009-07-02T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:20:38.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the last rose on the shelves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long more do i have to wipe these tears on my own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Call Me When Your Sober - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4384218175254384395?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4384218175254384395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-last-rose-on-shelves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4384218175254384395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4384218175254384395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-last-rose-on-shelves.html' title='Not the last rose on the shelves'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3010583576699131353</id><published>2009-06-30T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:29:02.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak Into The Unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Then I look back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; You try to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; The things that you can't undo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; If I had my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I'd never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Today's the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I pray that we make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Make it through the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Make it through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; And I don't want a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I just want to cry in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Cuz I'm in Love With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; You're the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I'd be with till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; When I come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; You bring me back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Back under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Back into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Wanna know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Wanna know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I wanna know what this means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Wanna know how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Wanna know what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I wanna know everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes baby i am (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;~ Fall To Pieces - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3010583576699131353?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3010583576699131353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/sneak-peak-into-unseen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3010583576699131353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3010583576699131353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/sneak-peak-into-unseen.html' title='Sneak Peak Into The Unseen'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-6517170346370278139</id><published>2009-06-30T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:14:31.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The B to the F</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me some time ago, “How many boyfriends have you had before?” What was supposed to be an easy question, actually caught me off guard. As I pondered upon it, I thought to myself, what IS the definition of the word ‘boy/girlfriend’? Is it:&lt;br /&gt;     A. Someone you’ve loved?&lt;br /&gt;     B. Someone you’ve had sex with?&lt;br /&gt;     C. Someone you’ve made out with before?&lt;br /&gt;     D. Someone you’ve had a ‘thing’ with?&lt;br /&gt;     E. Someone you’ve been on a date with?&lt;br /&gt;     F. Someone you’ve had feelings for and others assumed you guys were together?&lt;br /&gt;     G. Someone you’ve been with for more than a year or so?&lt;br /&gt;     H. Someone you’ve officially introduced to your close friends and family?&lt;br /&gt;          Or plainly&lt;br /&gt;     I. Someone you’ve merely held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other question is… When do you start counting? Since…&lt;br /&gt;     a. The one you said you’d marry in kindy?&lt;br /&gt;     b. The puppy love you had with the boy sitting beside you in primary?&lt;br /&gt;     c. The one you shared your first kiss with in upper primary?&lt;br /&gt;     d. The one who bought you out on Valentine’s during high school?&lt;br /&gt;          Or is it&lt;br /&gt;     e. The one you decide to take things seriously with in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess with different people, you’d get different answers. It’s a pretty personal thing I guess. For some it may vary from a whole lotta flings to maybe a few longer-term-than-usual-flings BF’s. Whereas for others you may find that all their lives they’ve committed themselves into steady relationships throughout. Hence they’re definition of the word varies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I honestly still don’t know which category I fall into. The ‘relationship’ sector of my life’s pretty complicated. Some may even call it messed up. I don’t blame them. But, I am getting old. My sister’s 23 and my mom’s pressuring her to get married. Heck that’s 5 years from now for me to get a steady boyfriend, hopefully date for at least 2yrs, get engaged for another 1, then get married… WTF… Aah~ guess the point here’s to start settling down. At 18, to some, it’s the ideal age to play the field. But I guess for people like me, we’ve been there, done that, got the wounds. Time to put that behind and go for the serious marital type already. A little too soon? Maybe… but… oh fuck me… Why am I freaking over this? Come what may eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey You Just Haven Thought Of It Yet - Panic At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-6517170346370278139?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/6517170346370278139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-b-to-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6517170346370278139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6517170346370278139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-b-to-f.html' title='From The B to the F'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4317794357698924180</id><published>2009-06-29T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:40:48.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term B.R.E.A.K</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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For one… I think ive used more than rm200… Going out the the tards almost everyday… sigh… Financially consuming but considered a necessity?! KK’s off to college already… Me and KT are starting in a wk’s time. And Gi’s starting on the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;… So things… &lt;i style=""&gt;US&lt;/i&gt;… There’s no more hanging out everyday for us anymore… ): oh wells… something’s gotta give… so yeah… hence the going out almost everyday… we’ve practically been to all the malls including those in KL… lifeless much… but what to do… we still have our ‘movies at home’ times and BBQ’s as well though… (: cant believe I actually passed on going clubbing cuz the bf didn’t want me to… so unlike me but what to do? Gah~ stayed over at Gi’s one night… watched movie till 6.15am… aah… like old sleepover days… (: one more week of break… honestly, I cant wait to go back to college but not for term 2. Schedule’s a major bitch in the ass… But what else is there to do? OMG… ok lets see… Movies whole day alone again today. Driving and Karaoke at OU tmr. Driving on Wed then save money stay home after. Thurs, MOS?! =D Fri BBQ at Ty’s… Sat take a break… Sun CHEER 09!! *GO CALYX!!* LMAO… aaannddd… its back to college on Monday… hah… Stab me… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Will we be able to get through this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;…We’ll try together aight?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Loves (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ My Sacrifice - Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4317794357698924180?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4317794357698924180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/term-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4317794357698924180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4317794357698924180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/term-break.html' title='Term B.R.E.A.K'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-6755181658261000339</id><published>2009-06-29T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:34:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rubber Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SkjedC0yPgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gSkms8BMdPQ/s1600-h/condoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SkjedC0yPgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gSkms8BMdPQ/s400/condoms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352772747685674498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regular, Feather Light, Extra Safe&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure Max (Ribbed), Strawberry, Chocolate, Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;CONDOMS~!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Third Planet - Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-6755181658261000339?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/6755181658261000339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/rubber-collection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6755181658261000339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6755181658261000339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/rubber-collection.html' title='The Rubber Collection'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SkjedC0yPgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gSkms8BMdPQ/s72-c/condoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4609839081902070613</id><published>2009-06-25T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:29:46.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only what a woman deserves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SkMthqAMpvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ig7GlmADUu0/s1600-h/DSC_0450%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SkMthqAMpvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ig7GlmADUu0/s400/DSC_0450%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351170838480332530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SkMthe5BZXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4DquPu_sU6A/s1600-h/DSC_0449%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SkMthe5BZXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4DquPu_sU6A/s400/DSC_0449%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351170835497444722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aah~ went for a manicure with GiGi while waiting for The BF's yesterday... totally spur of the moment... unnecessary wasted of cash (since we're all short of it)... but totally worth it (: haven pampered ourselves since... well lets just say gone were the days where we spent without worrying about the cash flow... sigh... LOL... sad part... i totally ruined my nails BBQ-ing... o.O sigh the things i do for the tards... thankfully i still love them.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~Diamonds - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4609839081902070613?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4609839081902070613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-what-woman-deserves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4609839081902070613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4609839081902070613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-what-woman-deserves.html' title='only what a woman deserves'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SkMthqAMpvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ig7GlmADUu0/s72-c/DSC_0450%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1660630064917287029</id><published>2009-06-25T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:11:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons of the past and the present</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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How do we begin describing them. Ok face it. We cant. A few days back. I was watching a movie. And it really made me ponder upon the difference between men back in the olden days and men now. Or rather just boys who refuse to grow up. Honestly, as the new era passes, the ‘modern generation’, so do good men. When people say “A fair gentleman is extinct”, no shyt, it was said for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the major changes in men, then and now, is that, men then, they used to have something called ‘pride’. Men NOW, well all they have is something they admit is bigger than their dicks, and we call that ‘ego’. The male pride and ego, depending on how you see it, its actually two words describing one common thing. But in actual fact if you think about it, the two’s common meaning is only to a certain extend cause halfway through, they go in opposite directions (wild guess which is the negative one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Say 50 years back, men back then, even boys, worked hard throughout their lives, to accomplish whatever goals and reap the fruits of their labour in later years. They come out at young ages, do petty jobs, and with much perseverance and little help, find themselves opportunities and twist their own fates for the better. 50 years later… What do we get? Boys who live off daddy’s hard earned, getting everything planned out by their parents, complaining day in day out. Okay to be fair, ALL kids do that nowadays (yes, even the girls). But really, as guys, shouldn’t there be a little more OWN hard work involved? Everything’s the easy way for them now eh? Men those days worked their arses off. Enslaved themselves. Some our age even go to war. Bring that situation to a modern-day kid, he’d be crying for his mama within 5minutes. It don’t matter where you come from or how’s your family background. Asian or Western. The story’s still the same. Its fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those old times, it was all about pride and glory and honour to those men. Everything they do, was to live up to their forefathers or to bring glory to their family name. They take PRIDE in whatever they do. Its an HONOUR to them and it brings them GLORY. And the things they do, are often noble in their own ways, something they’re proud of, something worth looking up to. What do men nowadays do that deserves someone else’s admiration? They smoke they drink they cheat they lie. You find male chauvinists at every corner. Thinking with their dicks instead of their heads. And belittling women and they go along. Honestly, not exactly respect worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fine. There WERE horrible men in the past and there ARE still (very few, very rare) decent men now. But everything I say, don’t get me wrong, its just based on a more… *writer’s block* I cant think if the exact word now… its just a comparison between how matured and ‘manly’ the males in the past were and how… asshole-ish guys now can be. Disagree if you will, correct me if im wrong and stop me if you must, but everything said is based from one mere angle and does NOT of course (thank GAWD) apply to all the males out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My apologies if anyone was offended while reading this. Not such intention. Just me and my sudden… outburst?!... towards men… No hard feelings. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ What Can I Do - The Corrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1660630064917287029?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1660630064917287029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/comparisons-of-past-and-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1660630064917287029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1660630064917287029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/comparisons-of-past-and-present.html' title='Comparisons of the past and the present'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4375283447181010477</id><published>2009-06-14T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:39:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another saturday</title><content type='html'>hah... to think me K.O-ing at 9.30pm last night was gonna get me up early this morn... well freak i woke at 11... ish... LOL... practically stoned the whole blardy day... watched movies alone at home.. pathetic much i know zip it... sheesh... mom was home lar.. but she busy 'zam kai' (chop chicken)... LOL effing stare cock the rest of the day cuz me and gi damn pissed at a certain someone or 2 who damn mm deh mm diu... *did i mentioned i slept another 2hrs? LOL i was THAT sad... uhhuh* ugh... *sucks it in SUCK IT BLARDY G*DAMN EFFING IN~!!* then yea... after much procrastinating... we finally decided to go John's for his bday party.. zomfgwtfbbq... me, gi. kk and yen were effing L.O.S.T~ not so much kk lar cuz he didnt know shyt there... but the 3 of us were like... we knew ppl... yet only a handful... and/but all not close... like wtf... @@ oh well... at least we had our liquor fix for the night... saw cute guys... sorry scratch dat... saw cute GUY... haha... QUITE entertaining lar... at times... but still sesat... effing came home at 11. turned down going to club/shisha/yum cha... mom totally gave me that WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU face... -.- *yeah i get home late i get screwed... i come home early she wtf's me...* LIFE BITCH LIFE.. sigh... well imma like... feeling the alcohol in my veins.. but not enough to get me to space my mind out... AAH stab me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: why i need more alcohol now?&lt;br /&gt;           - i really dunno how long more i can suck it in and just be like them...&lt;br /&gt;           - my mom literally gave me dat wtf face and said: " wat kinda party is that why you come home so early wan?" T.T good job lar...&lt;br /&gt;           - i REALLY need to stop smoking...&lt;br /&gt;           - im missing the bf more than he thinks i do~&lt;br /&gt;           - im in dire need to let loose... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutouts: HAPPY BDAY JESS!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*even tho i wasnt...*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HAPPY early SWEET 18th to JOHN!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now we await sunday's arrival... f.*.c.k me... aah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Everybody Needs Someone Sometime - Jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4375283447181010477?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4375283447181010477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4375283447181010477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4375283447181010477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-saturday.html' title='just another saturday'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5141491032108036436</id><published>2009-06-11T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:08:48.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not your priority</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need more than this&lt;br /&gt;im holding... cuz i know its give and take&lt;br /&gt;i gave it all up for this one shot to make it work&lt;br /&gt;its probably not how you want it but...&lt;br /&gt;heck... how is it DO you want it?&lt;br /&gt;tell me we'll get past this stage&lt;br /&gt;cuz it really scares the living hell outta me&lt;br /&gt;im trying im trying im trying...&lt;br /&gt;but are you?&lt;br /&gt;lie to me and say you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Back For Good - Take That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5141491032108036436?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5141491032108036436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-your-priority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5141491032108036436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5141491032108036436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-your-priority.html' title='not your priority'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-6007754165490293190</id><published>2009-06-11T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:43:10.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you pathetic THING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The way the whole world goes against you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or those who you're supposed to be likeable to anyways...&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;should really consider using&lt;br /&gt;this...&lt;br /&gt;as your display picture... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Si_iH0P4AzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wwsFhY7pWiQ/s1600-h/midgets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Si_iH0P4AzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wwsFhY7pWiQ/s400/midgets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345739906624258866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*see... after all.. i still think about your sake... love me bitch... while you can.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dont Trust Me - 3Oh!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-6007754165490293190?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/6007754165490293190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-pathetic-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6007754165490293190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6007754165490293190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-pathetic-thing.html' title='you pathetic THING'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Si_iH0P4AzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wwsFhY7pWiQ/s72-c/midgets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-9194633270591948828</id><published>2009-06-02T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:13:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold your damn tongue bitch</title><content type='html'>I know you're the one whom im supposed to be 'closer' to, the one im supposed to be able to talk to like how you do with her, or the one im supposed to look up to for advice and life lessons. Though i do get one outta three (not by my own will), but things are different now. You're true colours are showing. I tried, i really tried talking to you. Just when i decide to open up. Let you into my private life. Hoping that you of all people would understand. I broke down in front of you. And what was your response to me? Bull F***ING shyt. You know, i really didnt expect you to understand, but for someone as yourself, what you've been through your whole life, never have i expected you to JUDGE. You judge my life, you judge who i am, you judge the person im living to me. You judge my friends, you judge my decisions, fuck, you even judge my judgements. Honestly, what the fuck is WRONG with you? Am i really such a screw up? Did i really disappoint you that badly? Apparently so. I really dont see any other reason why you'd act that way when i try to talk, jump into conclusions, take me for a liar, or think that everything i do is to deliberately hurt you. The things you do, the things you say to me, might not be 'big' or serious or particularly hurtful, but the fact that those fucked up words can come out of your lips, especially when you say it with that... that LOOK on your face. What am i supposed to think? HOW am i supposed to feel? As an 18 year old. Being spoken to like that... like im some blardy scum who really is just so stupid or 'doesnt bother to use what's in that thick skull'. Seriously. Thanks for the vote of confidence, thanks for the self esteem booster. And you actually wonder how i got my life so fucked up. Really, take it from me. The one who gets all the shyt on her. Learn to either STFU (as you always say, if you have nothing good to say DONT say anything), or just blardy learn to communicate without being a complete bitch. Being called a bitch by someone like me, yeah, not something you should be proud of. Fucking either brush up on your communication skills like im trying to (i effing happen to realize its a 2 way thing so im damn well trying), or to hell just MYOB. You're really the last person i need stressing up my life. Not MY fault you stopped working and got all fucked up being cooped in four walls everyday. So just PLEASE, get a life, or get the HELL outta mine... Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Hope It Gives You Hell - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-9194633270591948828?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/9194633270591948828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/hold-your-damn-tongue-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/9194633270591948828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/9194633270591948828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/06/hold-your-damn-tongue-bitch.html' title='Hold your damn tongue bitch'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8269914711748195864</id><published>2009-05-30T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:09:29.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying its a start of something and not just because i can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jai Ho - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8269914711748195864?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8269914711748195864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/caught-in-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8269914711748195864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8269914711748195864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/caught-in-it-again.html' title='Caught in it again...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5888987629818448226</id><published>2009-05-28T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:38:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging in class...</title><content type='html'>College college college... its killing me. mid terms lately have been a bitch. stressed me out like fuck cuz its like assignments assessments presentations every alternate day... the stupid thing? mid terms are just ending.. and finals are in 2wks... wtf right? dont make sense? nothing in college does... havent been having regular meals and im pms-ing... college literally makes me lose my sense of direction in life wei... freakoid... i KEEP ON spacing when it comes to important stuff and i end up karaoke-ing in class instead of studying... good job lar esther... gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus side is... despite me having classes and college shyt every other damn day of the week... i still see the tards everyday... like REALLY... without fail... @@ its awesome though it really increases my freak points and burns my already burnt wallet... sigh... the shyt i do for those freaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... im moody... i screwed my Rooms xammie... i miss him... im in class and my effing LAN teacher's one blardy hour late... and i effing just wanna go back to pj, get my phone and GO HOME!! gah stab me... thank gawd for my freaks and loser goons in class to keep me entertained... fuck... and wats that? i gotta stay back till 6 for exam briefing? yeah no shyt... fuck me. ooh... look... the cibai finally came... class time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps: MY 100TH POST!! haha... took me long enough but fuck you lar let me have my moment.. (: *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ Dont Look Back In Anger - Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5888987629818448226?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5888987629818448226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-in-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5888987629818448226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5888987629818448226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-in-class.html' title='blogging in class...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4724839800103839112</id><published>2009-05-23T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:22:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Skin Update! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Shgb96jd6rI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yOVweKwJCo8/s1600-h/second+skin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Shgb96jd6rI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yOVweKwJCo8/s400/second+skin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339048108751710898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secondskinclothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;-Second Skin-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*UPDATED!!*~&lt;br /&gt;CHECK. IT. OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NOW TAKING PRE-ORDERS!!&lt;br /&gt;zomfg!!&lt;br /&gt;DRESSES BELOW RM35, TOPS BELOW RM30, SHOES BELOW RM45!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Cant Get You Outta My Head - Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4724839800103839112?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4724839800103839112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-skin-updated-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4724839800103839112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4724839800103839112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-skin-updated-check.html' title='Second Skin Update! (:'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Shgb96jd6rI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yOVweKwJCo8/s72-c/second+skin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2408701007625599156</id><published>2009-05-23T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:22:56.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reminding me how to smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tango - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2408701007625599156?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2408701007625599156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2408701007625599156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2408701007625599156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1328333239413392854</id><published>2009-05-11T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:13:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not quite THAT dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay! after so so long...&lt;br /&gt;ive finally managed to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://underneath-the-skin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Behind The Facade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;not one of my best, but one of my favourites! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~Dream - The Cranberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades if Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1328333239413392854?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1328333239413392854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-after-so-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1328333239413392854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1328333239413392854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-after-so-so-long.html' title='not quite THAT dead...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3265785645732951467</id><published>2009-05-01T13:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:52:30.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOS-ing 300409</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfqckvkYM4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/4kF1Oi6xl2c/s1600-h/Girls"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfqckvkYM4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/4kF1Oi6xl2c/s400/Girls" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330745264004674434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abigail, Adele, Gillian, Esther, Grace, Cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unlikely bunch. and its really hard to get us all out at the same time. but this was more a... we're all here with our own friends but we met up just to take a photo for old times sake... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Gi and I went to Pyramid to meet up with some people before clubbing. Stupid Barcelona had some shytass event therefore there was no ladies night aka NO FREE BACARDI!! *effers* and me and Di totally ffk-ed Jen at Helo Bali cuz well... MOS cooler lor... XD so yeah... walk walk walked to MOS and the queue was FREAKING LONG as in all the way till far far back outside! talk about crazy clubbers... just when we wasted our lives lives lining up for i dunno how long... genius us got the receipt from Nicholas to bring 3 *underaged* people in and the rest of us *legal* people went in with our IC's *with the exception of Cathy who used Grace's IC... lol... naughty girl* and so ya... we were all just sesating in MOS 1st cuz we had no liquor no nothing... and most of us 1st time there... we were like some jakuns... damn amazed... HAHA... AND THEN... we started meeting unlikely people... like the ex CHS/PuayChai crowd *KJ, Brian Loh, Brian Cheah, Chye, Sarah, Wei Wei, Cheryl, Victor, Elle, Corey and his cousins, Etain, Samantha, Sean (who's not a CHSian, met him somehow on MSN but the world is so small), AND DID I MENTION CHEE LI KEE?!! like wtf no offence but WOW... ppl  like her CLUB?! what's wrong with the world mama? finally got tired of their books eh?!* anyways... started of with some drinks courtesy of KJ... then Corey's cousin (im so sorry but i cant rmb his name, Kenny or something...) bought me a... cranberry vodka (: then things started getting wild... XD practically the whole night was... drink drink dance drink dance dance drink drink curse act stupid drink dance... LOL i love my awesome bartender, Rueben for keeping me entertained with free drinks the whole night... (: aah the power of a little flirting and a smile... haha... and and and... ugh... i freaking made out with some guy... but i dont rmb who or wats his name anymore... all i know is... i prolly wouldnt have done it if the lights were on... belch... stab me... all in all, the plus side was... letting loose, dancing with random guys, free drinks, making out with... oh gawd scratch that... I WAS DRUNK... effer... *ps Gi got chyed too! xD* aah... got home safely at 4ish when i told my mom i'd be back at 2ish *THANKS CROSS! (:* *NO MOM, THERE WAS A FIGHT OUTSIDE AND THE BOUNCERS WERE HANDLING IT THEY TOTALLY DIDNT LET US OUT!!* lol... im an expert bullshitter... (: aah... and so now, my legs are cramping, my head's still heavy and i keep giggling to myself... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah... till my next MOS experience... (:&lt;br /&gt;ps: i FREAKING lost one of my hoop earring and my favourite bracelet... dammit... ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*More &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?id=731196315&amp;amp;pid=1987361#/album.php?aid=92752&amp;amp;id=731196315&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;MOS 300409 Pics&lt;/a&gt;! (:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer: so sorry if i insulted anyone (as Gi says i have)... ill pretend i didnt mean it aight? (: cool... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ I Love Rock And Roll - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3265785645732951467?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3265785645732951467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/mos-ing-300409.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3265785645732951467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3265785645732951467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/05/mos-ing-300409.html' title='MOS-ing 300409'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfqckvkYM4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/4kF1Oi6xl2c/s72-c/Girls' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3330376829982753194</id><published>2009-04-26T19:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:57:02.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I really thought i knew how to say this... how to just fucking get outta my system... but i cant. As the saying goes "a picture paints a thousand words"... I dont think a thousand words would cut it. so here's my story of the past 18mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before i met you, my life was black and white. i threw my patched heart some place i'd never go to retrieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRRqnw0kkI/AAAAAAAAARo/XFprin2FVcc/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRRqnw0kkI/AAAAAAAAARo/XFprin2FVcc/s320/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328974051756249666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day by day, i felt myself falling and falling from the world. life was but a nightmare of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRWKeNUbdI/AAAAAAAAARw/eU_mRHqzFlA/s1600-h/falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRWKeNUbdI/AAAAAAAAARw/eU_mRHqzFlA/s320/falling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328978996993748434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it happened so sudden, but you came. brought me to my feet. filled my life with hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRW7KwqRjI/AAAAAAAAASY/XSq1l1vyEOY/s1600-h/save+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRW7KwqRjI/AAAAAAAAASY/XSq1l1vyEOY/s320/save+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328979833586861618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were oddly in love. so mismatched yet so true. best of all, i knew i loved you too when you said you loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRXWP-mLOI/AAAAAAAAASg/N14Ot0tT6zk/s1600-h/emo+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRXWP-mLOI/AAAAAAAAASg/N14Ot0tT6zk/s320/emo+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328980298843958498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things got bad. we had our problems. personal matters forced us apart. nothing was willing to go right in our favour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRWK568LGI/AAAAAAAAASI/WMDuyJII1qg/s1600-h/too+late.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRWK568LGI/AAAAAAAAASI/WMDuyJII1qg/s320/too+late.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328979004432854114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it didnt take too long. and you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRWLG0ch-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Wg2RJR8rkGQ/s1600-h/leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRWLG0ch-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Wg2RJR8rkGQ/s320/leaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328979007895275490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;things from then on was just blurred. my future was clouded. i just couldnt see ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCckTaRI/AAAAAAAAASo/LB7qFBKjPoE/s1600-h/blurred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCckTaRI/AAAAAAAAASo/LB7qFBKjPoE/s320/blurred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328981058137581842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i cried my days to nights, my nights to days. though permanently tear streaked, yet i couldnt stop them from falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCbYjLEI/AAAAAAAAASw/2lb6_TwShFQ/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCbYjLEI/AAAAAAAAASw/2lb6_TwShFQ/s320/crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328981057819847746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my life was upside down. i didnt konw day from night. i just laid there watching time past. ticking... without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCidtG0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/op1XYGHksTI/s1600-h/upside+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCidtG0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/op1XYGHksTI/s320/upside+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328981059720518466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it felt like all my dreams had been shattered when my heart had been broken. no dream was a dream if it were a dream without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCoX2w7I/AAAAAAAAATA/XcVNIDSGRbs/s1600-h/broken_dreams_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCoX2w7I/AAAAAAAAATA/XcVNIDSGRbs/s320/broken_dreams_20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328981061306598322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;messed up as i was, i just fucked my life as it is. bad enough as it was, i made the worst of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCx9wqdI/AAAAAAAAATI/RDD21YNEyqc/s1600-h/messed+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRYCx9wqdI/AAAAAAAAATI/RDD21YNEyqc/s320/messed+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328981063881501138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i got from emo, to fucked up. next, i just got numb. i stared and spaced. i didnt think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZZrdkLPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Jxra-_sD2uw/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZZrdkLPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Jxra-_sD2uw/s320/confused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328982556784471282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;my numbness turned to my heartache into physical pain. scissors blade or tin. i had them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZZ96mPpI/AAAAAAAAATY/lb7aAgXgM80/s1600-h/bleeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZZ96mPpI/AAAAAAAAATY/lb7aAgXgM80/s320/bleeding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328982561738079890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;you made my life a living hell. but i fucked up more to get your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZaBabNHI/AAAAAAAAATg/-wMYWl-Low8/s1600-h/whatchu+did.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZaBabNHI/AAAAAAAAATg/-wMYWl-Low8/s320/whatchu+did.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328982562676880498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;when i picked myself back off the ground. i told myself. ill be well for when you come back into my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZaIpiA5I/AAAAAAAAATo/7BBTwR8_wpM/s1600-h/right+here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZaIpiA5I/AAAAAAAAATo/7BBTwR8_wpM/s320/right+here.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328982564619289490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;took me some time, to come to my senses. i was myself again. the the self you knew. strong. confident. back on my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZaZQJ3NI/AAAAAAAAATw/e5SJMFisoWA/s1600-h/someday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRZaZQJ3NI/AAAAAAAAATw/e5SJMFisoWA/s320/someday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328982569076251858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the disappointment from you, made my feelings for you fade and fade and fade... wilthering. fading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRcfWIV0FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1e0IaMlUnQo/s1600-h/dying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRcfWIV0FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1e0IaMlUnQo/s320/dying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328985952672403538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at that time. it was you. huh... fuck you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRcfRKcWxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ap6swSxhQco/s1600-h/fuck+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRcfRKcWxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ap6swSxhQco/s320/fuck+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328985951339043602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i moved on with my life. as you had yours. *clearly you had*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRcfmS0rSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JAGg3Sivg_o/s1600-h/moving+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRcfmS0rSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JAGg3Sivg_o/s320/moving+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328985957011336482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i thought i was fine with it. until i saw you with her. i feeling that i feel inside. just makes me feel how come she got the better deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRcfkgKUcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/D2Kzzh-toSE/s1600-h/third+wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRcfkgKUcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/D2Kzzh-toSE/s320/third+wheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328985956530409922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i just feel so lost again. what couldve...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRdRJkc3lI/AAAAAAAAAUg/syCVBhOJKdE/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRdRJkc3lI/AAAAAAAAAUg/syCVBhOJKdE/s320/lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328986808294104658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i know i dont want you. but doesnt mean i lost all my love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~ Thinking of You - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3330376829982753194?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3330376829982753194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-wasnt-all-that-long-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3330376829982753194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3330376829982753194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-wasnt-all-that-long-ago.html' title='The Gallery'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SfRRqnw0kkI/AAAAAAAAARo/XFprin2FVcc/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5238504712964977796</id><published>2009-04-12T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:30:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SeIG0P97SSI/AAAAAAAAARg/G3umwBdAyLo/s1600-h/second+skin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SeIG0P97SSI/AAAAAAAAARg/G3umwBdAyLo/s400/second+skin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323825204214581538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secondskinclothes.blogspot.com"&gt;www.secondskinclothes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Skin has Officially Started! (:&lt;br /&gt;Link us and Happy Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Homecoming - Hey Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SeIGq29M33I/AAAAAAAAARY/HBTX5A71nyQ/s1600-h/second+skin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SeIGq29M33I/AAAAAAAAARY/HBTX5A71nyQ/s200/second+skin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323825042881830770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5238504712964977796?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5238504712964977796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5238504712964977796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5238504712964977796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-skin.html' title='Second Skin'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SeIG0P97SSI/AAAAAAAAARg/G3umwBdAyLo/s72-c/second+skin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-579360704435140361</id><published>2009-04-09T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:36:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3 and one step closer</title><content type='html'>i freaking DREAD waking up at 7.45am every morn... sigh... blardy orientation... went there. stupid Sarah ffk me. slept in instead. couldnt find carol. so i sesat for 2 hrs... ALONE. for the blardy grooming session. then THANK GAWD brian was free... went pyramid for Zanmai with him. FREAKING SHYT WE SOMEHOW LOST OUR WAY. ended up at ss9 *where the fuck is that even?!*. thank-the-fucking-shyt-fully... that bugger had a GPS. blardy GARMIN NUVI&lt;br /&gt;SAVED US WEI... damn fucking cool wei dat gadget. we damn jakun but damn awesome. met ken and keat. and when we left we FUCKING had NO recollection where the FUCK we parked the car. cibai looked around... no scratch that. we freaking RAN ard the WHOLE BLARDY pyramid looking for our exit to the car. when we did. we found out we walked past it. 5x. clever sial. got to team building late. kena punishment. did jumping jacks. *WTF I KNOW.* then played games and stuff... damn funny... some lame but fun nonetheless... cuz my group damn awesome. met new ppl as well... (: so evreything ended... left. blardy isaac wanna pool. so sleepy me. and sleepy Fran. teman IZ and Jia Cheng to level 7. juz so we can have transport back. lol. fran and i exchanged campus bitch stories... (: damn awesome... haha... FINALLY GOT HOME AT 6.30... !?%$&lt;br /&gt;sigh... no more orientation. class tmr. official 1st class. only be seeing J1 and Carol on Thurs. ): i think... haha... we gotta match schedules again la... i baru found out how to freaking DECODE it... oOo anyways... SLEEP TIME! its 8am F&amp;amp;B at Santa Ines tmr... (: loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Sugar - The Archies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-579360704435140361?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/579360704435140361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3-and-one-step-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/579360704435140361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/579360704435140361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3-and-one-step-closer.html' title='day 3 and one step closer'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8744550703127355291</id><published>2009-04-08T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:12:22.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0904JH87843 (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;WHOLLY SHYT GUESS WHO'S IN COLLEGE?!! haha... wtf me lar who else... XD orientation since yday... thought it'd be bad... surprisingly not so when you get stuck with ppl like Rah, J1, Kel and Sean, where getting stuck in a damn parking lot trying to get out can be stupidly entertaining... XD its awesome how besides sarah, the guys i all just met on day1 but we all still manage to click so fast... (: aah and today we self declared early break... went AC. met FREAKING a lotta ppl... cra-zeee... timetables are in... AWESOME WEDNESDAYS NO CLASS... but freaking fri till 6pm... -.- sigh... i guess that's college for you eh? damn... 11pm... and im FUCKING sleepy... WTF... *blames it on the fever* oh well... shall update more when im less sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ps: we brought Caroline from Penang to have her 1st Bak Kut Teh meal... (: aah... yao char kuais... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;pps: we freaking actually werent late today~! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Back For Good - Take That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8744550703127355291?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8744550703127355291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/04/0904jh87843.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8744550703127355291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8744550703127355291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/04/0904jh87843.html' title='0904JH87843 (:'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1540809634128887277</id><published>2009-03-26T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:18:18.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Dedication... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Sct-eJlWk1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/fw65c4A9l0k/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Sct-eJlWk1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/fw65c4A9l0k/s200/DSC01133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317482841474765650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SARAH LIM ERN YING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY SWEET 18TH TO MY BIGGEST BITCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*finally~* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the babe who's been with me thru thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;thru bitch fights and tears&lt;br /&gt;the girl who's got exactly the same piercings as me (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;altho her ear got one hole 'spoil' d)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;did i mention has a tattoo the exact same spot as me&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;all in all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE YOU BABE~~!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always have... always will...&lt;br /&gt;have a good one! mwah =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aah... college... inseperable again eh?! =D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;Hallelujah - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1540809634128887277?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1540809634128887277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-dedication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1540809634128887277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1540809634128887277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-dedication.html' title='Special Dedication... =)'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/Sct-eJlWk1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/fw65c4A9l0k/s72-c/DSC01133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3958380315185190430</id><published>2009-03-24T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:08:29.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I was just thinking of somethings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Like how we always want things we cannot have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Or how things always happen at the wrong time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Or like how what we want always happens to be what was never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Its so pathetic how the human life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Some things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We fight so hard for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Even knowing its a losing battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But we've got that thread of determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And we believe in such a small fraction of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;That we can change something that was never meant to be changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A fact, a course, a path in life-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Find their way into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But we take them for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;At some point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Regardless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We're all in search of our own happily ever afters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But as we go on through life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It just seems as if we weren't thought of when fairy tales were written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Nobody included us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And that's when we realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We're too old for this bullsh*t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Fairy tales DON'T happen in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Its just another way poeple sugar coat things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's sad, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;That's exactly when our story begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Cause from what i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Great things always come our way when we least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When we stop looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When we bring ourselves outta the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Carry ourselves up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;There's so much more in life awaiting us to unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Every time one chapter of your life closes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What better excuse to start a new one but this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Prove to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pick up the pieces, smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Go on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The good and the bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Just believe it to be for the better of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Let The Flames Begin - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3958380315185190430?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3958380315185190430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3958380315185190430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3958380315185190430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-of-life.html' title='Part of Life'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8487084214086974192</id><published>2009-03-24T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:50:23.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something i just thought of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got skeletons in their closets.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to make stupid mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;in order to realized it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;A mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Regret it,&lt;br /&gt;but move on.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you can do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Or erase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Secret - The Pierces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8487084214086974192?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8487084214086974192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-i-just-thought-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8487084214086974192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8487084214086974192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-i-just-thought-of.html' title='Something i just thought of...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5712287218902252354</id><published>2009-03-23T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:12:15.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calyx.. we brought it! oh yeaaaahh... &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;AND THE C3 09 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAMPIONS &lt;/span&gt;FOR ALL GIRLS STUNT DIVISION&lt;br /&gt;*AND*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1ST RUNNER UP&lt;/span&gt; FOR INTERNATIONAL ALL GIRLS STUNT DIVISION GOES TO...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DRUM ROLL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CALYX ALL GIRLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The girls who made us proud... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/ScexTLvSr6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/M0D4psnjw04/s1600-h/5+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/ScexTLvSr6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/M0D4psnjw04/s200/5+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412828260937634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Shalinee, Brenda, Jacelyn, Sharon, Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5e03804f62962ec5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e03804f62962ec5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330367971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E0F9617462395D0260104ABAF29AECC6A2FDCE1.22669EE648F70B92F794ED602C5CF0044AC29752%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e03804f62962ec5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCA9cqOtVySVCdTI6Lky5UoGIbUg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e03804f62962ec5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330367971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E0F9617462395D0260104ABAF29AECC6A2FDCE1.22669EE648F70B92F794ED602C5CF0044AC29752%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e03804f62962ec5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCA9cqOtVySVCdTI6Lky5UoGIbUg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Winning routine... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;love you babes...&lt;br /&gt;you guys totally brought it to the floor...&lt;br /&gt;rocked it... OWNED it!&lt;br /&gt;proud of you girls...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*CALYX is rising from the ashes!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd give anything to cheer again... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Great DJ - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5712287218902252354?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5e03804f62962ec5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5712287218902252354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/calyx-we-brought-it-oh-yeaaaahh-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5712287218902252354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5712287218902252354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/calyx-we-brought-it-oh-yeaaaahh-3.html' title='Calyx.. we brought it! oh yeaaaahh... &lt;3'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/ScexTLvSr6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/M0D4psnjw04/s72-c/5+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1094493191435016652</id><published>2009-03-19T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:23:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BF's, then and now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Was just reminiscing a couple of days back. on my old primary and secondary skl bf's... how naive we were back then and the stupid things we used to do with our 'partners'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in primary i remember how i used to share seats with my 'bf' until the teachers got used to us changing seats just to sit together. and how we used to dare our frens to kiss their partners' cheek or something... day-um... i got my fair share of that myself and yeah. i was known for being the one who kissed Wesley on the stairs... cutest guy in our standard but till today i still swear it was an accident! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school... early days of it at least... you would get guys sending you anonymous candies and notes. guys waiting for you at the foyer to have recess with you or just to walk outta skl with you... man! how easily we girls fell for those shyt. haha... then occasionally, you'll catch couples pinky holding or plainly just holding hands either openly outside skl or under tables IN skl... thinking back its like WTF?! but yeah... most of us had that experience before. and then when we got to senior high, the few of us got bored with recycling bf's, hence we moved on to guys who were NOT from our skl. some lucky ones managed to snag a college boy or 2. others were happy with practically anyone who just WASNT from our skl... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we're all outta high school... everything seems so diff... maybe its just me. but i honestly dont believe in settling down anymore. its like. dude cmon! we're 18! that's practically THE age for playing the field baby! why stick to one when you can get your hands on more? call it being a player or just having some fun. just remember the one rule, dont hurt anybody. keep that rule sacred and everybody wins... we've got our whole lives after marriage to commit ourselves to someone ainnit? and face it... how would we find THE ONE if we're committed to Mr-wrong-at-that-point-of-time? we'll only find out who we're most compatible with, by actually dating diff types of ppl? please DO stop and correct me if im wrong. but until someone does... aah... its party baby! XD *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Figures A and B - Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1094493191435016652?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1094493191435016652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/bfs-then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1094493191435016652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1094493191435016652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/bfs-then-and-now.html' title='BF&apos;s, then and now.'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3490634197226372865</id><published>2009-03-12T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:20:58.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I really thought i could hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought i was finally strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;and then came today.&lt;br /&gt;the disappointment in myself.&lt;br /&gt;the frustration i feel.&lt;br /&gt;and then you weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought of him again.&lt;br /&gt;i tried.&lt;br /&gt;i really did.&lt;br /&gt;its the last time im gonna break down.&lt;br /&gt;because of him.&lt;br /&gt;no, because its plainly a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;i really need you to understand me, please.&lt;br /&gt;it'll all be better tmr...&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Barely Breathing - Duncan Sheik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3490634197226372865?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3490634197226372865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-my-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3490634197226372865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3490634197226372865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-my-promise.html' title='Keeping my promise'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4880097457136619453</id><published>2009-03-12T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:40:38.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for all you out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbksNPh8MbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g0Fpu3qir30/s1600-h/walking+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbksNPh8MbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g0Fpu3qir30/s200/walking+away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312325841479020978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop moving (on) so fast, please.&lt;br /&gt;you're leaving me behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ You Found Me - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4880097457136619453?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4880097457136619453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-all-you-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4880097457136619453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4880097457136619453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-all-you-out-there.html' title='for all you out there'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbksNPh8MbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g0Fpu3qir30/s72-c/walking+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1484418221828464211</id><published>2009-03-12T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:25:38.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hah... SPM results.. none of us really seems satisfied. we all did our best and yet we all got fucked up results. people like us. we just get pissed off with ourselves. scream it all out. and go on with life. it doesnt mean we're happy with what we got. it doesnt mean we dont give a fuck about our studies. we just. CHOOSE not to mope about it. so those fucktard who got like 7, 8, 9, 10 A's and are like "OMG im so gonna jump off the builing/bang the wall/*fill in your prefered method of suicide*!! i cant believe i didnt get straight A's!!* or those CCB's who complain how their A2's should be A1's... look... FUCK YOU... FUCK THE WALL... get a FUCKING LIFE. on a diff note though, this year. the truly depressed got it worse, and even the happy and contented-with-their-results ones... din have it as great... somehow. someWAY... results... just killed us all... it killed our moods. it strained ties between friends. it just fucks everything up. why? competitiveness? jealousy? probably. but i doubt it. to me. its just another one of the fucked up things that life comes with... and wat do we do? hah... embrace it. but for now. i dunno bout anyone else out there. join me if you will. but im just gonna FUCK THIS WHOLE DAMN JOKE of a day... oOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Mr. Brightside - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1484418221828464211?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1484418221828464211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/joke-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1484418221828464211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1484418221828464211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of a day'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8385091071868439532</id><published>2009-03-11T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:36:37.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoh.em.freaking.gee.double-u.tee.EFF?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ZOMFG WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING RAN OUTTA EYELINER WEI...&lt;br /&gt;WTFWTFWTF...&lt;br /&gt;ITS A FREAKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CATASTROPHE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;oOo oOo oOo oOo oOo&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna go cry now...&lt;br /&gt;and then maybe buy a paper bag after dinner...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fyi ive never ran outta eyeliner before. EVER!!... sob sob&lt;br /&gt;*jumps off building*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sigh sob sniffles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Catastrophe - Rainer Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8385091071868439532?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8385091071868439532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/zohemfreakinggeedouble-uteeeff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8385091071868439532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8385091071868439532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/zohemfreakinggeedouble-uteeeff.html' title='zoh.em.freaking.gee.double-u.tee.EFF?!!'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2618644682542754500</id><published>2009-03-11T15:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:20:47.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome women of the past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twiggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdzLTN_ciI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DCJUC7qISXM/s1600-h/tw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdzLTN_ciI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DCJUC7qISXM/s200/tw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311840923481502242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdyJ62Rm-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/53oKUVyCNFs/s1600-h/tw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdyJ62Rm-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/53oKUVyCNFs/s200/tw1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311839800248081378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdyJsFpieI/AAAAAAAAAPA/y_p4ToCnoe4/s1600-h/pd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdyJsFpieI/AAAAAAAAAPA/y_p4ToCnoe4/s200/pd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311839796286032354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdyJqCnGvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/59EeZ_Kc0Xo/s1600-h/pd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdyJqCnGvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/59EeZ_Kc0Xo/s200/pd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311839795736419058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdyJZjU1eI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jGpiGI_3rH8/s1600-h/ah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdyJZjU1eI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jGpiGI_3rH8/s200/ah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311839791310231010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdxmthxcII/AAAAAAAAAOg/0Cul-pTNFV4/s1600-h/ah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdxmthxcII/AAAAAAAAAOg/0Cul-pTNFV4/s200/ah+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311839195377004674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdwfeXqutI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EP-Q0PnJbrU/s1600-h/mm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdwfeXqutI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EP-Q0PnJbrU/s320/mm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311837971537378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdwfPv-mBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RovKBsVAWXA/s1600-h/mm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdwfPv-mBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RovKBsVAWXA/s320/mm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311837967612811282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classic, successful, gorgeous. Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Crazy - Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2618644682542754500?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2618644682542754500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome-women-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2618644682542754500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2618644682542754500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome-women-of-past.html' title='Awesome women of the past...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbdzLTN_ciI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DCJUC7qISXM/s72-c/tw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-242009057407903700</id><published>2009-03-08T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:39:35.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbORR_ZdOEI/AAAAAAAAANw/hu2vjMnDKOU/s1600-h/gothic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbORR_ZdOEI/AAAAAAAAANw/hu2vjMnDKOU/s400/gothic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310748123861956674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ive ditched the black nails and blue hair...&lt;br /&gt;but can anyone deny?&lt;br /&gt;Gothicism&lt;br /&gt;is SO HAWT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ America's Suiteheart - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-242009057407903700?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/242009057407903700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/242009057407903700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/242009057407903700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbORR_ZdOEI/AAAAAAAAANw/hu2vjMnDKOU/s72-c/gothic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8768426389453341968</id><published>2009-03-07T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:05:07.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbFQpF51pAI/AAAAAAAAANo/0ImxPvu5nEM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbFQpF51pAI/AAAAAAAAANo/0ImxPvu5nEM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310114102536152066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;is it just me...&lt;br /&gt;or does Serena look like&lt;br /&gt;a blowup Britney Spears doll&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;the one of the Wayan's brothers from White Chicks?!&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;* chuck bass &lt;3 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ If It Kills Me - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8768426389453341968?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8768426389453341968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/xoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8768426389453341968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8768426389453341968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/xoxo.html' title='XOXO'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbFQpF51pAI/AAAAAAAAANo/0ImxPvu5nEM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-7450574942928950456</id><published>2009-03-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:44:40.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you know how i always mention about people changing. things changing. people leaving and people growing up. sometimes. without realizing. it happens to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a couple of weeks ago... i went from being ecstatic to being in depression in just a matter of days. i was like-hell messed up. i wanted to screw my life. i wanna to get hit by a car. i wanted to just hate everyone like how i hated my life. it made the people around me worry and stuff. i guess i was just childish and immature then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that. i got from being emogothic. to being sadistic. its just pathetic. and all cuz i was in love. yeah. isnt love supposed to make you feel happy and shyt? i thought that too. it does. but when it started hurting. like how mine did. i knew it was time to let it go. but again. being the young me. i didnt want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fought and i fought and i fought. and i gave myself excuses and lie after lie to justify HIS doings. gave myself a reason to live. gave myself false security. i went from being depressed and crying night after night after night. to being a zombie. with a fake front on. i was hollow. i gave a new meaning to the term to feel empty. i lied to myself that i was happy. i smiled day by day. convinced my own head that i was ok with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;but like life is. sooner or later. the truth just smacks itself in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i found out HE'd moved on. i was beyond devastated. but i guess because of all the past disappointment i'd felt from him. the numbness and the emptiness. all i'd managed to say was Wow... i was dumbfounded but surprisingly. not a drop of tear did i shed that night. it was then. when i noticed. yeah. it hurt that i wasnt the one he would be thinking of anymore. but. somehow. it just. really cleared things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i smile while talking to his new gf. knowing that she's take over where i left off and do a much greater job than i'd have. i've ditched my blue hair. im happy with who i have now. ive got a job. im eagerly awaiting my results. i go out every single day. XD basically. i got my life back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really proud of myself and how much ive grown. really. no more crying to sleep or emo-ing at work. no more heartaches. just. me, myself and me spending time with my loved ones. the feeling is way better this way. thinking back. i WAS pretty stupid and naive. some of you may tell me 'i told you so'. but hey. gimme a break. i had to learn it myself. and im glad i did. =] i smile at myself thinking how well i managed to get thru this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i always push to tell myself. i will be stronger. for me. for once. and i was. cuz wat i went thru, didnt kill me. it only made me stronger. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: for those who know wat i went thru thruout this whole yr, thanks for being by my side. im sorry if i caused anyone any worry or pain. just know that i got thru it. thanks to you guys picking me back up time and again. love you guys... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Pump Up The Volume - Marrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-7450574942928950456?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/7450574942928950456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7450574942928950456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7450574942928950456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2411523652138759118</id><published>2009-03-06T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:27:08.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbEV08lwjbI/AAAAAAAAANA/WnMLTbORj3I/s1600-h/quote.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbEV08lwjbI/AAAAAAAAANA/WnMLTbORj3I/s400/quote.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310049435008404914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;quote from the most unlikely person... but yea... recently ive come to believe it... and that's why im gonna be happy again... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~I Wont Spend Another Night Alone - The Ataris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2411523652138759118?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2411523652138759118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2411523652138759118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2411523652138759118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SbEV08lwjbI/AAAAAAAAANA/WnMLTbORj3I/s72-c/quote.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-6321223019149867536</id><published>2009-03-06T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:21:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>march march march sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;March 1: watched benjamin button with mom. bought 1 shorts $$. 2 bras $$. 2 heels $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2: skipped work. went out with saw yee ken. watched love matters. he paid for most so not so bad =) &lt;3 went pasar malam after... bought ZOMFG pillow biscuit $$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 3: went to work ALONE cuz gi 'sick'. took halfday off. watched street fighter with gi and suen $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 4: went early morn dim sum with gi and BJ boys $$. went genting. had FREAKING EXPENSIVE mcd's $$. but we found 50bucks on the floor. belanja-ed ourselves starbucks... dunno why also cuz we hadnt even touched our mcd's regular sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 5: went barcelona. oOo $$$$$$$ had bcardi down my shirt and down my leg... x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat other expenses... sigh... lunch at work costs a bomb. my reload times a week has increased again. gotta pay for my drivin lessons. settle my 2nd half payment for my 7tops which i bought online. and buy another 3.&lt;br /&gt;sigh so much output... no income. damn pay haven get yet... mom owes me 1k.. waiting for my results. hopefully ill get another 1.5k there at least... sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its depressing when you go to the atm. and 2weeks ago you had 1k. now you're left with 200bucks... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: gi... i dowanna see you anymore... ive been seeing you every damn day... haha... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Time Is Running Out - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-6321223019149867536?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/6321223019149867536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-march-march-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6321223019149867536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6321223019149867536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-march-march-sigh.html' title='march march march sigh...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2279767621698968925</id><published>2009-02-16T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:37:35.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespear parody (hah...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;was just randomly thinking of stuff... and my mind wandered to Romeo and Juliet... and i realized... haha... there i am... the Juliet... willing to do anything to be with my Romeo... and my Romeo, upon seeing me 'dead'... just walks away and moves on... cuz oh well sigh... she's dead lol... its so pathetic it makes me laugh... HAR.HAR.HAR oOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Be The One - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2279767621698968925?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2279767621698968925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/shakespear-parody-hah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2279767621698968925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2279767621698968925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/shakespear-parody-hah.html' title='Shakespear parody (hah...)'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8613118192102932832</id><published>2009-02-11T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:43:23.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i know my NZ trip was like... effing long ago... but ya... stupid facebook wouldnt upload my damn pics... not even 60 to make an album... and to think ive got ove a 1k of photos... ugh... anyways... here's some from my sister's camera...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;its not really in order... so juz... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont mind it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlW0fGUdI/AAAAAAAAALs/-b8BjJLmpZk/s1600-h/DSC_4972a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlW0fGUdI/AAAAAAAAALs/-b8BjJLmpZk/s200/DSC_4972a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301481522833281490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pardon the fatness* Darren, Laine, Me, Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlW0SWQLI/AAAAAAAAALk/pFsUzkaHqg4/s1600-h/DSC_5028a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlW0SWQLI/AAAAAAAAALk/pFsUzkaHqg4/s200/DSC_5028a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301481522779799730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at Otago Campus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlWmSb0NI/AAAAAAAAALc/0_Cnc97Vw1s/s1600-h/DSC_4969a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlWmSb0NI/AAAAAAAAALc/0_Cnc97Vw1s/s200/DSC_4969a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301481519022067922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mom made me wear the hat cuz she says i may never get to wear it == *thx for the vote of confidence ma!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlWggG58I/AAAAAAAAALU/6tKX8bbRtvw/s1600-h/DSC_4877a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlWggG58I/AAAAAAAAALU/6tKX8bbRtvw/s200/DSC_4877a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301481517468805058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Otago U at the background...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKn0zflzMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vpjb1nTfd5Q/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKn0zflzMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vpjb1nTfd5Q/s200/Picture+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301484236986240194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hastings... Hot air balloon ride!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKn0v44TgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fMopqWzl1AI/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKn0v44TgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fMopqWzl1AI/s200/Picture+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301484236018568706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rotorua... *smelly smelly sulphur... P.U!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKn0fW5F7I/AAAAAAAAAME/EAfkjxqbGo8/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKn0fW5F7I/AAAAAAAAAME/EAfkjxqbGo8/s200/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301484231581046706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after HYDRO zorbing!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKn0FZefpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/01LYMaASqTk/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKn0FZefpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/01LYMaASqTk/s200/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301484224612564626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cathedreal Cove *dont mind my fatness in comparison to my sister's flatness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKnzwg513I/AAAAAAAAAL0/gkCIjjlMh6o/s1600-h/DSC_5296a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKnzwg513I/AAAAAAAAAL0/gkCIjjlMh6o/s200/DSC_5296a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301484219006572402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha... being fat has its benefits... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKpkfSLNTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YWMUxHpu9j0/s1600-h/Picture+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKpkfSLNTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YWMUxHpu9j0/s200/Picture+227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301486155706610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuba Squares famous water thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKpkNQuoVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sayju3GPTIw/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKpkNQuoVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sayju3GPTIw/s200/Picture+240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301486150868705618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cylinder shaped tree/plant at Welly's botanical garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~Baby When The Lights - David Guetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8613118192102932832?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8613118192102932832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-zealand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8613118192102932832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8613118192102932832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-zealand.html' title='New Zealand'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKlW0fGUdI/AAAAAAAAALs/-b8BjJLmpZk/s72-c/DSC_4972a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2654425078716686068</id><published>2009-02-11T17:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:45:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zomfg its a T.A.G!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;man... its been ages since ive done a tag... maybe it was cuz i was so lazy i juz didnt bother with them anymore.... BUUUT... since it was my dear Sharon who tagged me... and seeing im so damn bored now... not to m&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;enti&lt;/span&gt;on my blog's so damn dead... here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Directions: O nce you've been tagged you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 5 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave a comment (You're tagged!) and to read your blog, you can't tag the person who tagged you. Since you can't tag me, let me know when you've posted your tag, so i can read about your weirdness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I get fascinated with cobwebs... i think they're just so pretty... =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm addicted to online shopping... even tho ive bought some stuff and regretted... i still do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I've only said "I Love You" to one guy in my whole life... and i meant it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; My phone is my life. Literally. Its got stuff from birthdays, important msgs, quotes i live by, meeting dates, things to do, numbers, GAMES!! and of course... my music... (take my phone and watch me rip you apart...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I write poems a lot... and weirdly, i only get inspired by guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I used to really dislike cheerleaders.. and err... yeah.. i ended up becoming one... and now i MISS being one... =(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I BROKE THE WEIGHTS THINGYMAJIGGY AT MY GYM!!! zomfg... SHH~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I think my email add is really stupid... it was like... a "im 11 and i do stupid things" thing... o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I would totally skydive but not bungee jump... i think its juz stupid... you could actually DIE from it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I think my house is pretty! =] but i would really like to repaint my room though.. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I've done so many illegal things... but none of which includes driving illegally! =D (so good girl... =D)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My eyes are so damn retarded cause they're so damn sepet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I.HATE.BUTTERFLIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I feel naked if my finger or toe nails arent painted... o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I envy people who can wear clothes that i like but cant pull off... or people who are photogenic... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;err... I MADE A YELLOWMAN DO A TOE-TOUCH(not cheerleading type) BACK FOLD!! =D (refer to bottom pic =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKbmlj-VaI/AAAAAAAAALE/ENw4tPDh9eU/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 51px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKbmlj-VaI/AAAAAAAAALE/ENw4tPDh9eU/s200/DSC00411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301470798588827042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I TAG GI, TY, CATH, BRY and SAR!! (...who is at NS but wth la... im so pathetic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Sweet Things - DJ Tiesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2654425078716686068?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2654425078716686068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/zomfg-its-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2654425078716686068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2654425078716686068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/zomfg-its-tag.html' title='Zomfg its a T.A.G!!!'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SZKbmlj-VaI/AAAAAAAAALE/ENw4tPDh9eU/s72-c/DSC00411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3960443561903696831</id><published>2009-02-06T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:53:30.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Date: 5th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Place: Funeral Parlour&lt;br /&gt;Ppl involved: Krystle, Charissa, Myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Krys takes GUAVA. bites...*&lt;br /&gt;K: its very sweet! want?&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;amp; E: no thx...&lt;br /&gt;K: eh wat izzit ah?&lt;br /&gt;C: *swt* Guava la!!&lt;br /&gt;E: *swt* if not? pear ah?&lt;br /&gt;K: eh ya!! it tastes like it!&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;amp; E: *o.O* its GUAVA krystal...&lt;br /&gt;K: REALLY?!! oh!&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;amp; E: ... BAHAHAHAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 6th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Place: MSN convo&lt;br /&gt;Ppl involved: KJ and Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: eh come FB Poker!!&lt;br /&gt;KJ: what's that? i dont play fb games wan la... i only play superpoke...&lt;br /&gt;E: its poker la... texas hold em...&lt;br /&gt;KJ: huh? SUPERPOKE LA!!&lt;br /&gt;E: WTF?! its POKER! not SUPERPOKE!&lt;br /&gt;KJ: you mean the cards cards poker?&lt;br /&gt;E: YES THE CARDS CARDS POKER...&lt;br /&gt;KJ: oh i think i know d... =)&lt;br /&gt;E: oOo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people... lol... Krystle did something as well... but i really dunno how to explain... i think Jade and Seng Loh will get what im saying... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Because I Do - The Pearl And The Puppets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3960443561903696831?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3960443561903696831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/jokers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3960443561903696831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3960443561903696831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/jokers.html' title='Jokers...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1464270708749179163</id><published>2009-02-06T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:01:18.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Barely two months have passed in this new year and already so much has happened... Bryan's left (again), so has Ben Tay and Eugene and he-who-must-not-be-named... Chances are... They'll be back... though im not sure i can say the same for a few others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just within a less-than-30day span... ive known of 4deaths that has unfortunately happened. Bryan's uncle, Zhi Xuan's dad, Yee Sook and the most recent of all, Markus. I didnt attend the 1st twos funeral as i wasnt exactly that close to them. but it sucks that during CNY, a time when all's supposed to be well. an occasion that symbolizes a new beginning... i had to attend Yee Sook's funeral (we all expected it juz not that soon but i guess he doesnt have to suffer anymore) and exactly a week later ive had to attend Markus's wake. it really makes me ponder about how fragile life is. These 2 ppl whom ive known personally. were both so young and talented in their own ways. Both a son, a brother, and a friend to so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending their funerals, its come to make me wonder, what would it be like if it were MY own funeral (im morbid that way. shux) ? Who would come? who would i have impacted? will i want my loved ones to grief or be happy that im someplace else safer? would everything, from the ceremony, to the ppl who come, to every other detail. be as i expected? How would i even DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, attending funerals has made me think back on this particular episode of One Tree Hill where whats-his-name Jimmy or something kills himself. and there was this part where this girl from Brooke's class told her mom that she thought of Brooke as her friend when Brooke has barely spoke to her in her entire life? It made Brooke ponder upon the not-so-popular average Joe's and plain Jane's that you never really bother talking to, getting to know. All i can say is. People surprise us in ways we dont expect. How we see them may not be how they see us. Vice versa. But it never hurt anyone to juz smile at that outcast at skl. or be nice to that anti-social emo kid in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's short. It's fragile. It's unexpected. When you live when you die. No one can be certain. The only thing you CAN be certain about is HOW you live your life. (not that im cursing but) you never know when you're turn is. anyone of us could be next. and death doesnt have to happen for a reason. it juz comes. The only question now is, are you gonna be one who takes this as a load of crap? that when you're time is up its up? no regrets? or are you gonna ponder upon it, like i did, rethink your way of life, and start doing small things, to change your life, and the lives around you. so that when the day another life of a dear friend is lost. There's no guilt and regret and thoughts of " if only's" and " im a little too late"... Choice is yours... so is your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly to Yee Sook and Markus, ive never really got to know you guys on a more personal note but more or less, one way or another, you guys have left your marks in me. Rest In Peace dear friends... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ In Loving Memory - Alter Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1464270708749179163?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1464270708749179163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1464270708749179163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1464270708749179163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3554412822648517896</id><published>2009-01-31T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:43:25.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Tired-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneli-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empti-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartless-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtless-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;-it's just how i feel-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Angels On The Moon - Thriving Ivory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades Of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3554412822648517896?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3554412822648517896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3554412822648517896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3554412822648517896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/ness.html' title='-ness'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-6990246286886933675</id><published>2009-01-24T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:20:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Stumbling along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Looking at nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Cos your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Always on your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  If u ever looked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  You'd see the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  In the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Wonder why things are so bleak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Boring and old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Are the things your told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  About the outside world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Just wearing black wont take care of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Dont be stupid girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Always talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Never listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  You just kick back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  How do you handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  All the bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  That gets thrown your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Down on your knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Trying to appease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Somebody's mixed up statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Cos in not much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Your beliefs that are lies will be left by the pavement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  I've been doing some thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  About all your preaching and I dont wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Cos thats just conforming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  And that is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  What you wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Dont be so stupid girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  You really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Just dressed in black wont take care of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Dont be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Be so stupid girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;~ Mascara - Killing Heidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-6990246286886933675?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/6990246286886933675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6990246286886933675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6990246286886933675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-myself.html' title='To Myself'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5247991022621768307</id><published>2009-01-23T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:49:23.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;You know the tough times im having now,&lt;br /&gt;You know the things that ive had to go through,&lt;br /&gt;help me through it O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;help refrain me from doing things i will regret and guide me to do what's right.&lt;br /&gt;Take the pain that's in me Lord and fill me with You're unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;Help me have faith in You and Your plans that you have for me, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;grant me peace, wisdom and patience,&lt;br /&gt;so that i may be able to move on with life and see the bigger picture in it.&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna surrender it all now,&lt;br /&gt;everything,&lt;br /&gt;i put unto Your hands O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;including him.&lt;br /&gt;As he is away now, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;i pray that You're Heavenly Angels will keep watch over him,&lt;br /&gt;and guide him day by day through his new life,&lt;br /&gt;keep him protected,&lt;br /&gt;and be there for him Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of us Dear Father,&lt;br /&gt;we pray that You'll help us through our times of heartache and broken-ness,&lt;br /&gt;lift us all back up unto our feets,&lt;br /&gt;guide us through each and every one of our problems,&lt;br /&gt;keep us strong and give us courage to face them O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;so that we may move on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for all You have provided,&lt;br /&gt;and for all that's yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;All these i pray,&lt;br /&gt;in the most precious name of Lord Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Unto You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5247991022621768307?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5247991022621768307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5247991022621768307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5247991022621768307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-prayer.html' title='My Prayer'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2829794232596043163</id><published>2009-01-21T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:54:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm Esther...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love eating;&lt;br /&gt;but now i puke every time i try to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love lying on my bed, rolling around till i fall asleep;&lt;br /&gt;but now i can barely close my eyes for an hour each night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i self medicate when i get sick to lessen the suffering;&lt;br /&gt;but now i just let my gastric and fever be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate zombies and horror stuffs;&lt;br /&gt;but now i play Left For Dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being loud, talking a lot and letting loose;&lt;br /&gt;but now i sit at alone at home, plastering on a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got flooded with emotions and colours around me;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm just dull, empty and numb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Esther...&lt;br /&gt;and im this messed up now, because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Use Somebody - Kings Of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2829794232596043163?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2829794232596043163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/messed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2829794232596043163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2829794232596043163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/messed-up.html' title='Messed up...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3850179537802371719</id><published>2009-01-20T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:45:34.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that get me by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;recently... like just in these past few days... so so much has happened and im like in a daze now... im so numb... i got from being in depression to not eating and sleeping and shyt like that... and then i started talking to a primary skl mate of mine, Keefe... we're werent particularly close anymore but we kinda were in the same boat so we try helping wach other get thru it? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these while... few yrs back... most of you prolly knew i was crazy over N.. it hurt so so bad... i felt like ending the hurt. permanently... and then a fren came up to me and told me something which really got me back on my feet and back on with life. its nothing fancy... all he said to me was. remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God will never put unto you anything He thinks you cannot handle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that phrase... i totally live by it now... cuz it juz pushes me to be stronger. also i'd like to think that He's just yet to reveal the bigger, better picture to me? =] and then sumtin else that Keefe said which i think goes along quite well with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Everytime you lose so much, that's exactly how much you have to gain back"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing too fancy.. but its powerful enough to get you going on with life... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ I Dont Want To Get Over You - Magnetic Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3850179537802371719?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3850179537802371719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/words-that-get-me-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3850179537802371719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3850179537802371719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/words-that-get-me-by.html' title='Words that get me by...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4670599005468409629</id><published>2009-01-18T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:06:36.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Celebrated my 18th last friday... went out with Gi only cuz i thought everyone else was busy with college so i thought heck la... pathetic much but at least i still had SOMEONE... so yea. we went to pyramid. skated... used 28bucks and finished the whole Time Crisis 2 game... watched yes man together... pretty lesbianic but it was ok la... was pretty bummed... and THEN i got home and everyone was there!! haha... surprise party courtesy of GiGi... =D i cried within 10secs... lol... so everyone was at my place... mom slaved herself in the kitchen to cook for bout 20 of us... loves to her... some went back after... most of us went Jaya One to yum cha... then yea. The end... haha... despite a lotta ppl emo-ing... for sum coincidental reason... but i think we all had fun? i guess i did at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tyler, KJ, Bryan for calling... Those who texted me, Zhi Ying, Jacob, Ji Hau, Tze Kai, Shih Yeh, Isaac, Estelle, Ting, Hoong, Kuo Wei, Yang, Cathy, Elaine, Krystle, Joe, Ming and Elle, lotsa thanks as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for those who came for my surprise party, Gi, Yang, Richie, Ting Hang, Sarah, Felix, Keat, Siang, KJ, Lyz, Ting, You Wei, Eugene, Estelle, Nigel, Hari, Nic, Cathy, Debbie, Nic, Shih Yeh, Nick, Aaron, Hoong, Joe... thanks for coming... sorry if i missed out anyone of you!! =S&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to my Mom, Gi, Bry and KJ for making it all happen. Bry i know you wouldve come if you could =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the rest of you who wished me personally/through Facebook/Msn... thanks as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet to have you guys as friends... Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ I Dont Care - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades Of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4670599005468409629?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4670599005468409629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-18th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4670599005468409629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4670599005468409629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-18th.html' title='My 18th'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4004171828751676471</id><published>2009-01-15T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:06:26.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They come, they go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Recently ive been away again at Cambodia... when i came back... as much as i missed my friends... i guess it really hit me that ever since the new year began... ever since most of us left high skl... i cant really agree that things are still the same... some of us started college, some are working... others like BenTay and Eugene have even left Malaysia... people come and go in our lives... thats one thing i learnt... as much as i miss my was-never-THAT-close-to friends... ive kinda begun to accept the fact that we've each grown up and are taking on to our own seperate ways... as much as some of us still keep in contact... you cant help but notice the calls are fewer. same goes for the SMS-es... you still get the occasional catch-up rings... but then as the yr goes on by... how many of us actually still meet up once a mth to catch up with each others ongoings and stuff? sad really... ppl always say the friends that stay with you in your lifetime are usually the ones you make in college or uni... what happened to the BFF's in high skl that you were so tight with? they juz come and go? huh... i guess thats life for you eh?! honestly... till now... i still miss my primary best friend, Ashleigh... the things we did the times we spent... were wat makes my primary skl days so memorable... she moved on... migrated to Canada... dont think she even remembers me now though... maybe its juz me.. that i get so emotionally attached to people... but i think... heck.. how come people have to come and GO in our lives? its a diff thing if say two friends argue or something... but the fact that LIFE is the one that has to draw you apart... so damn unfair aint it? ah heck... im straying from the main point... anyways... people... friends... we're all so busy with our own lives now... no more hanging out in malls... no more gossiping through SMS all night long... its a shame i find... sometimes even thru our hectic schedules, when one end makes and effort, you get to catch up again over coffee... great that the two of you who were best friends back then or together again... but after a few minutes, who start to realize that you two have grown, you dont have as much in common anymore, and the distance btw the 2 of you is inevitable. everything has changed. you cant go back. again. its life. all i can say is... if you think you're friendship is worth it... just... make an effort... keep in touch... the phone goes both ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah... my post is so weird... i really dunno wat im talking... but i assume you get my drift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~Changes - Butterfly Boucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4004171828751676471?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4004171828751676471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-come-they-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4004171828751676471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4004171828751676471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-come-they-go.html' title='They come, they go...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1391415598334923733</id><published>2009-01-02T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:59:29.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;sum fonts in my previous posts have been a lil big... wasnt meant to be. dunno wth's wrong. cant seem to change it... sorry....&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/1477442380764406037-1391415598334923733?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1391415598334923733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1391415598334923733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1391415598334923733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-blog.html' title='Damn blog...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1961956791534991215</id><published>2009-01-01T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:08:00.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Right... another yr came and went. Its actually scary how things juz fly by so quickly. heck. imive got half my golden key already... thing i'd miss most bout 08? high school i guess... the life of it at least. there's no more recesses with the rest of the skl, no more hanging out along the corridoors, no more skipping skl and feeling like a badass kid... its a whole new chapter beginning. Sad as i may be bout the fact, everything DOES have its pros and cons. like, i can drive myself out, club without the "minor clubber" tag, and hell to the yeah no more cinderella curfews for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few things i did in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be a Cheerleader - &lt;/span&gt;ever since young, western influence i guess, but it was one of the things i really wanted to be in high skl. lol. bimbo much but yeah. joined for bout a yr only actually. got into the squad. competed in Cheer 08. damn proud. *nearly cost me a broken nose, lotsa sprains and strains and bruises* lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Join a 'badan beruniform' - &lt;/span&gt;haha... i actually joined Kadet Bomba. lol. was told it was the most slack uniform society. and juz so happened it decided to be active again. damn. lol. but in actual fact, i started to love marching. its juz damn cool wei... went for marching comp sumore. and freaking hell nearly got chosen to march for daerah. scary shyt. but it was fun.... *thx ZK!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Got Inked! - &lt;/span&gt;yeah as most already know. i got inked. read my previous post if you dunno bout it. *my mom actually found out and the 1st thing she said was : not scared get AIDS ah? ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* PARTICIPATED in Cross Country - &lt;/span&gt;i really dun run much. but i actually did this time. and got 37 outta dunno sum 4-600 other ppl... whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * V-Day Date - &lt;/span&gt;as pathetic as it may be. despite having so many ex's. ive never gone on a real date to spend valentine's day. but i did this yr. =D loved him much. loved the times i spent with him. but im not with him anymore... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * NZ - &lt;/span&gt;my recent 3wk trip to NZ, i went zorbing, sat on a hot-air balloon, went to a hot water beach, partied Kiwi-style... *ate lotsa beef, bacon, ham, lamb and beef and bacon and ham and lamb...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Graduated! - &lt;/span&gt;graduated from high skl! * din get my damn grad cert cuz i failed BC during trials... wtf much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Started a poetry blog - &lt;/span&gt;www.beyondthewords.blogspot,com *i think* lol... juz sum place i post the stuff i write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Clubbed and got Wasted - &lt;/span&gt;went clubbing with Rah recently. whore got me drunk. din exactly drink dat much. but its not sumtin i do often so ya... found out i grinded a few skl mates which i really shouldnt have... lol.  but it was great! *no clubbing for Rah for 3mths! lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bout all i guess... the more significant ones... not much but yeah. *spm yr lar... grounded. sigh* all in all i would consider it a rather productive year i guess... OH YA WAIT! ONE MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SPM!!!!! - &lt;/span&gt;i blardy hell sat for my spm and freaking actually STUDIED for it... *for those who know me well, i do NOT study* lol... proud much... hope it pays off... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year. New Beginning. New Me? hope not! pretty fine with myself now... lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best in 09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Nesian 101 - Nesian Mystik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1961956791534991215?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1961956791534991215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1961956791534991215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1961956791534991215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-7580769074717587873</id><published>2008-12-10T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:36.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...5 years later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Dec 8th. quite a few of us went to Muv2DBeat at CocoBanana and then to AC for supper. at dat time it was juz like. whoo partay! but after a while... i realized dis could possible be de last time i see them. for this yr at least. since ill be away for 3mths. so as usual. we took photos and such. and dats when i noticed how much each of us have bloomed. Gi, Cathy and I. from the cikus we were back when we got to know each other. till now. 5yrs later. the same. yet so so different. its funny seeing how *i-cant-think-of-an-appropriate-word* we were then and how we are now. maybe its the makeup we started using. or the way we started dressing. but yea. you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an example of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/ST_eV8UOx-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mwvcC7Zgzug/s1600-h/Me+Gi+Cath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/ST_eV8UOx-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mwvcC7Zgzug/s200/Me+Gi+Cath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278181756851111906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AFTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/ST_fEiYjV_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/20ZHMQXVC_o/s1600-h/Me+Gi+Cath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/ST_fEiYjV_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/20ZHMQXVC_o/s200/Me+Gi+Cath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278182557343766514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dun mind the fuzzy-ness. it was mms-ed to me. so it's prolly damn small)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;AaH... Gi and Cathy... my best mamas in skool... love you 2 babes! thx for everything these past yrs... =] keep in touch aye? xoxo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~O Holy Night - N'Sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-7580769074717587873?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/7580769074717587873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-years-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7580769074717587873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7580769074717587873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-years-later.html' title='...5 years later'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/ST_eV8UOx-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mwvcC7Zgzug/s72-c/Me+Gi+Cath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-412995322221753044</id><published>2008-12-10T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:48:59.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;SO SORRY for my uber dead and retarded blog... been damn lazy and damn busy... anyways SPM's over baby!! freedom~ whee~ but i really dunno wat to do lar... not much time has passed after the xammies but much i have done and am yet to do... going NZ tmr so again i wont be blogging much... sorry the morries... will definately post a post before the yr ends tho! keep checking~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL~!! XOXO...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;~White Christmas - Gloria Estefan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-412995322221753044?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/412995322221753044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/12/freaking-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/412995322221753044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/412995322221753044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/12/freaking-dead.html' title='Freaking dead'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3463579196072860105</id><published>2008-11-04T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:35:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Emogothicness/BittersweetTimes#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SRAN6Eu81QE/AAAAAAAAAJo/btrp5X1O77k/s160-c/BittersweetTimes.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" width="160" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Emogothicness/BittersweetTimes#" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Bittersweet Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture paints a thousand words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GI&lt;/span&gt; here who is updating ESTHER's blog.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA too bad Esther.&lt;br /&gt;I have to give myself credit for uploading so many photos FOR YOU! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3463579196072860105?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3463579196072860105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/11/bittersweet-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3463579196072860105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3463579196072860105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/11/bittersweet-times.html' title='Bittersweet Times'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SRAN6Eu81QE/AAAAAAAAAJo/btrp5X1O77k/s72-c/BittersweetTimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8961553607955475304</id><published>2008-10-18T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:33:24.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something i noticed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;After every failed relationship, you look back and realize, all these while, everyone's been trying to tell you just that, that you two were not meant to be and that things wouldn't work out. But thinking back, does it really make you feel stupid for not listening? Not really... It just makes you think of the times you've had with him. Smile at it. And be glad you took the risk of giving it a shot even though everything pointed to it being a long shot. And every time, you knew you're friends would be right. Yet when the next guy comes along... =] Its just something we choose to deny, and take a chance, experience it, before we make any conclusions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~Take It How You Want It - Self Against City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8961553607955475304?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8961553607955475304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-i-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8961553607955475304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8961553607955475304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-i-noticed.html' title='Something i noticed...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1187778760928059049</id><published>2008-10-10T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:29:54.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Model of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This year fashion has changed as often as we change our underwear. Some keep up with it, while others just dont bother. Here's one of the HOTTEST models of CHS, bringing you the most in, most hot, most sexy style... Presenting... *drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ISAAC ANTHONY OOI - REMPIT STYLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO97FkelVNI/AAAAAAAAADc/87o0OXRyKl8/s1600-h/DSC02557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO97FkelVNI/AAAAAAAAADc/87o0OXRyKl8/s320/DSC02557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255554625786172626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*look!! skinny pants!!=D *NOT EASY TO DO OK?!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO97F0-csZI/AAAAAAAAADk/XIgjr8hfXPM/s1600-h/DSC00592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO97F0-csZI/AAAAAAAAADk/XIgjr8hfXPM/s320/DSC00592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255554630214791570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Slacker Rempit pose (as seen in 1U or KL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO99KQuxWeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YGhmImWyIXQ/s1600-h/DSC02563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO99KQuxWeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YGhmImWyIXQ/s320/DSC02563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255556905407961570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pheweet! check out dat booty! *wait. Isaac does NOT have an ass... =="*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO97F0TakdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Qj9Or884EtE/s1600-h/DSC00593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO97F0TakdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Qj9Or884EtE/s320/DSC00593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255554630034297298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;32-20-20. *haha... a stick with boobs... yeah he's proud of it! xP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Jacket courtesy of K. Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;*Pants modified by L. Vinc-Yuee &amp;amp; C. Puy Hoong&lt;br /&gt;*Shoes &amp;amp; white shirt (worn inside) - Model's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think his modelling skills are hawt... try challenging him to a Shuffle Showdown. And if he doesnt get you ROFLYFAO, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ill belanja you teh o ais limau from kanna&lt;/span&gt;. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO-BosMYi-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/58tmPc4X33g/s1600-h/Isaac+Ooi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quote: dis is wat you call sexy ma diu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 63px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO-BosMYi-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/58tmPc4X33g/s200/Isaac+Ooi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255561826222509026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1187778760928059049?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1187778760928059049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/model-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1187778760928059049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1187778760928059049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/model-of-year.html' title='Model of the Year'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SO97FkelVNI/AAAAAAAAADc/87o0OXRyKl8/s72-c/DSC02557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8030019460045738624</id><published>2008-10-07T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:37:45.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond The Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey peeps... Ive just started a new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Beyond The Words-&lt;br /&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ww.underneath-the-skin.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically its a blog to post all the poems ive written and all. Best part. If any of you have anything you'd like to share or would like me to post up, just drop me an email of your poem, along with the name you want it to be posted by. Strictly P&amp;amp;C if you want it to be! =] Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~All alone on Christmas - Self Against City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8030019460045738624?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8030019460045738624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/beyond-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8030019460045738624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8030019460045738624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/beyond-words.html' title='Beyond The Words'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3945665573081871014</id><published>2008-10-02T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:08:44.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KeLsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If only you knew&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Then we could show our love&lt;br /&gt;For all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;How we laughed and talked and got along&lt;br /&gt;And how we used to sing our favourite song&lt;br /&gt;But things have changed i'm far from you&lt;br /&gt;The hurt and pain cant you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;I miss our smiles our hugs our kisses&lt;br /&gt;The only thing now is that my heart is in pieces&lt;br /&gt;I need a signal, an answer, maybe a sign&lt;br /&gt;To know once and for all&lt;br /&gt;If you'll ever still be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: Que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3945665573081871014?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3945665573081871014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/kelsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3945665573081871014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3945665573081871014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/kelsy.html' title='KeLsy'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8361400995889544029</id><published>2008-10-01T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T02:03:29.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Someone once told me, "I promise things will go back to normal." It didn't. Another said, "I would give anything for you." Yet again nothing was given. At that time, yeah perhaps any girl who hears these kinda things would believe every word of it. To me? Now? This moment? Thinking back, its just a whole load of... BULL SHYT. Seriously, how many times have girls fallen for words and empty promises like these? Too many. Time and again, we just continue trusting jerk after jerk. Sometimes, its not that we don't know we're bound to get hurt. Its just that each time, we tell ourselves, maybe this time it'll be different. Maybe this time it wouldn't be as bad. Guess what? Its never different. You see, most of us girls, when we give ourselves to someone, we give along our trust as well, risking it being broken. We also give people the benefit of the doubt, hoping that for once, we may have judged someone rightly, and prove to ourselves that it was all worthwhile. Again and again and again, everything is taken for granted. I think i dare say that everyone would know at least ONE girl, who isn't fully satisfied with her partner, but still takes the chance and bares with it. And just because she doesn't say it out, does NOT mean she's cool with it. That's one thing i find so powerful about a woman. The things we do for a loved one. And yet the guys, just don't see it. I find it so so sad. But still, every girl has their limit. They'll stretch it way further than they possibly can, all for the one they love. So guys, don't don't push it. One day in the shoes of a woman, to go through what she goes through, would make you ashamed of yourselves. So please, unless you mean it, DON'T bull shyt. We rather you not say anything and get our hopes up. Cause believe it or not, we actually trust you wont lie to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**If you read this, please prove me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ All Around Me - Flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8361400995889544029?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8361400995889544029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/whole-loada-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8361400995889544029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8361400995889544029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/10/whole-loada-crap.html' title='CRAP'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3509375650657807973</id><published>2008-09-29T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:12:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10 Sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I thought of when we first got together. Our laughs and those kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   I thought of when you first came to my house. We enjoyed each other's presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigerette 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I thoutght of when you were by my side. Our heart to hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   I thought of the first time you said those 3 words. I said them back to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   I thought of our minor fights and arguements. We got through them and each said sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   I thought of how you've changed. You didnt show you cared as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   I thought of the distance. I cried tilli fell sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   I thought of yesterday. You completely ignored me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   I thought of how much I loved you. Wondered if you loved me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigarette 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   I thought of how i used to cut myself. I cant stand the hurt and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...Oh f*ck. I ran outta cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...and you're gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~ Tequila Moonlight - Self Against City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3509375650657807973?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3509375650657807973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-10-sticks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3509375650657807973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3509375650657807973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-10-sticks.html' title='My 10 Sticks'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-1707570962492938927</id><published>2008-09-01T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:35:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InKed baybeh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SLv7Bt6hIGI/AAAAAAAAACA/leazxvCDMho/s1600-h/DSC04803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SLv7Bt6hIGI/AAAAAAAAACA/leazxvCDMho/s320/DSC04803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058598299181154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words... there you have it... My picture... =D got inked on fri 29th Aug.. thx to Tyler who brought me out to get it done! =] *cost me 200 wei! think i kena con*  wasnt as bad lar... my tatt artist was oh so hot with the most gorgeous eyes... only to find... a little girl walk up to him going " daddy can i have sum paper to draw on?" wtf... 1st dat punk goth guy from church. now my tattoo-ist. why am i attracted to the ultimate 'cannot-be-attracted-to's'?? anyways... ya. why a safety pin? i have my reasons la... lol. lazy explain. anyways. i would say the whole process isnt really as bad as the after. when it starts scabbing and shyt... i dont really mind the pain. its more of the annoyance... one thing i can say... this is the 1st of many other tatts to come! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps: dont mind the redness... some of em are from the tatt. some are post chicken pox marks not fully healed yet... sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Mercy - Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-1707570962492938927?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/1707570962492938927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/09/inked-baybeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1707570962492938927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/1707570962492938927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/09/inked-baybeh.html' title='InKed baybeh!'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SLv7Bt6hIGI/AAAAAAAAACA/leazxvCDMho/s72-c/DSC04803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-5748555736174546078</id><published>2008-09-01T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:59:01.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Thom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:silver;"   &gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starting time:&lt;/b&gt; 2251&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; QK Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sisters: &lt;/b&gt;2 older ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brothers:&lt;/b&gt; err... brother-IN-LAW?! and one god-brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/b&gt; 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt; 163ish... *i wanna be 170! damn~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you live:&lt;/b&gt; PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite drinks:&lt;/b&gt; anything sweet... and low fat milk! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite breakfast:&lt;/b&gt; McD's Sausage Egg McMuffin! lol... and Bagels with cream cheese and salmon... *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-been on a plane:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.... going overseas again dis yr... 25hrs non stop sitting planes and changing flights... siao~ *time to buy my PSP! =D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-swam in the ocean:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err... beach? lol... snorkelling lar got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-fallen asleep in school:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahaha... D'oh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-broken someone's heart:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly... yeah... *sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fell off your chair:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... ya... damn shy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure i have... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-saved e-mails:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err... i usually dun read my mails... but i do save some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is your room like:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like its just been hit by a tornado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-What's right beside you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty space? err... my tv? my living room? my phone? the hell... ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is the last thing you ate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever had...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-chicken pox: &lt;/b&gt;yesss... just did... *damn you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-sore throat:&lt;/b&gt; duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-stitches: &lt;/b&gt; after i eat too full and walk to fast, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-broken nose:&lt;/b&gt; nearly did thx to cheerleading... xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight:&lt;/b&gt; i believe in lust/infatuation at 1st sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like picnics:&lt;/b&gt; with out the bugs and grass... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-you danced with: &lt;/b&gt;i usually dance alone... if with somebody... err... my squad? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-who made you smile:&lt;/b&gt; The BF =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-you last yelled at: &lt;/b&gt;dun think i yelled at anyone recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;talk to someone you like:&lt;/b&gt; The BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kiss someone: &lt;/b&gt;today no. tmr maybe? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;get sick:&lt;/b&gt; bad headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;talk to an ex: &lt;/b&gt;err... nope~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;miss someone:&lt;/b&gt; The BF =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best feeling in the world:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having the one you love tell you they love you back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... my snoopy... dun like snoopys... but ive had it for damn long... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;Who do you hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl who go to all lengths to make life hell for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What time is it now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2319&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Randoms:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:Is there a person who is on your mind right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din i juz answer dat juz now? ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Do you want children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like kids... but i cant seem to get along with them... they annoy me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Do you smile often:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was BORN emo... lol... but i do smile often... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Do you like your hand-writing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hell?! err... its ok larr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell to the yeah~! my toes are NEVER naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boo's? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err... eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: I can't wait till:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SPM is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: When did you cry last:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Goths Dont Cry... *wink*&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends... im usually friendlier with guys... cuz they dont judge as much. girls usually are more cautious when meeting new ppl. so ya. tend to come off as stuck out sumtimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Do you have any pets:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to... before my dad gave away my dog without telling me. =( *i need to get a reptile...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'course... love my boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching project runway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;think i have...&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you handle the truth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom... i rarely see my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*refer to above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty healthy... i guess... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you and your ex:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont take pics with my bfs. the only guy ive taken the most pics with is muh bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to go 3-4x a wk... now i go about once a wk? lol... dun ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BF, Rah, Gi or Bry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahaha... im about. just the noisiest person alive... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you confident:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly no. but i try to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago..(1998) :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think i still liked my childhood crush then... keith!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;- getting straight A's... *those were the days...*&lt;br /&gt;- running about my bungalow, hiding in my maid's room...&lt;br /&gt;- err... i made my maid eat wax... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;- i loved thundercats and he-man! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get some beauty sleep&lt;br /&gt;- study&lt;br /&gt;- drink milk&lt;br /&gt;- find sumone to get me reload&lt;br /&gt;- talk to my boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;-lollies&lt;br /&gt;-ice cream&lt;br /&gt;-chips&lt;br /&gt;-chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buy over whichever shops i like&lt;br /&gt;-start a car collection&lt;br /&gt;-donate 1mil to charity&lt;br /&gt;-bring my mates travelling&lt;br /&gt;-hire bodyguards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not studying&lt;br /&gt;-being too noisy&lt;br /&gt;-bad posture&lt;br /&gt;-cant part with my mobile&lt;br /&gt;-i must have things my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 places I have lived in:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my old bungalow&lt;br /&gt;-my current house&lt;br /&gt;-wherever i stay when i go on holidays&lt;br /&gt;-rah's house *been sleeping over there since as long as i can rmb*&lt;br /&gt;-gi's house *been convenient for me at times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 jobs I’ve had:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being a daughter&lt;br /&gt;-being a GF&lt;br /&gt;-err... worked at Bangsar&lt;br /&gt;-being church youth leader&lt;br /&gt;-being a good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Gillian&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Elyse&lt;br /&gt;Francisca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Papercut - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-5748555736174546078?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/5748555736174546078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/09/rules-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5748555736174546078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/5748555736174546078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/09/rules-1.html' title='Tagged by Thom'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-8812863394529109990</id><published>2008-08-18T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:42:19.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You (Pt.2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...made this wreck of me ( i started cutting myself )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...got me drunk with your words ( i believed your every lie )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...drugged my mind with the image of you ( i was haunted by your face )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...caused all the blood around me ( i kept bleeding from within )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Buried me.&lt;br /&gt;Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Gone - NSync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-8812863394529109990?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/8812863394529109990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-pt2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8812863394529109990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/8812863394529109990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-pt2.html' title='You (Pt.2)'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-628346782677519983</id><published>2008-08-17T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:47:45.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Joey... *sheesh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules and Regulations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag 10 people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;2. Bryan&lt;br /&gt;3. Cathy&lt;br /&gt;4. Francisca&lt;br /&gt;5. Han Yang&lt;br /&gt;6. Dammit... whoever larr.. ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 ) Are you allowed to have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do i look like i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 ) Describe yourself in one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 ) Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I would say the one who loves me. But past experience, i went for the one i loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 ) Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He knew... but i still never told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 ) Does it feel good to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Its ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 ) God is giving you just 5 more minutes before going back to Heaven, what will you say to that special someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ive always loved you. You just didnt know it. I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 ) What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Diu... Really wan lo... Ma de... Bluff you for what?! F*** dont believe done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 ) Was ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loving someone comes naturally. I tried to force learn it. Ended up hurting someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 ) What's your opinion about someone who's jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ...of me? Wow... dont worry... There're others like you out there... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 ) What can you say about playboys/playgirls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No comment. Just dont go OTT and hurt someone. Karma happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[[ * PART 2 * ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 ) Best place to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the toilet with my shower on or on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 ) Who do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 ) What did you dream about last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Barely slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No. *yes... not even midget and the beast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 ) The biggest and most hurtful lie you've ever heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I promise things will go back to the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[[ * LAST PERSON... * ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: had a beer with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- err... Sarah? damn long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: went to the movies with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- err... The BF, Gi, Suen, Keat, The BF's Buds, EstL, Young, Cathy, Nic... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: talked on the cell phone with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Sarah~ =]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- The BF... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: you yelled at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I just yelled at my mom... =S *feel bad...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[[ * IN THE LAST WEEK HAVE YOU...* ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Kissed sumone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Sung?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I ALWAYS sing~ ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Danced crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah... Got crazy listening to The Way I Are... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/ Think of the last time you were angry, why were you angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Friday night... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;// You will go to heaven in 3 mins. Last call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WTF?! err... Sarah you can inherit all my clothes... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;// If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want things to go my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;// Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pranked yes... Blackmailed no. Even if i have takkan i announce kan? Bodoh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;// Are you old fashioned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traditional at times. Long winded yes. Old fashioned? Doubt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;// What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saying I Love You to someone who you know doesnt love you back. Or loves someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;// What would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To ever stop loving the one i have loved for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Facts About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Emo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Gothic&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ...Loves cheerleading? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Things That Scares Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Death of a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Being all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The condition of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SPM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What the future holds for me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ...having my phone confiscated?! lol *i have suspected HDS. handphone dependency syndrome. seriously...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Songs Playing in My Head Lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Gone - NSync&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Unbreak My Heart - Toni Braxton&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So Close - Jon McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Dont Wanna Close My Eyes - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Linger - Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lithium - Evanescense&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Everytime I  Close My Eyes - Babyface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Valuable Things in My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If its mine, its valuable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 "First Time's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  ...Getting caught playing with your mobile in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Form 3!! stupid sharmini... i was laughing at HER! not my phone... Ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. ...You felt so pain inside knowing that someone lied to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Last year... " I promise things wont be awkward..." KONON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. ...You felt like you were all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Everytime i fight with my babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. ...You ever thought of suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Std5? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. ...You ever freaked out over exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Form4. Accounts exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. ...You thought you'd never love someone the same way again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 2005 i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. ...Bought something you dont need, with money you dont have, to impress people you dont like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- err... no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Most Frequently Used Words/Phrases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; OH F***!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Deng~&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sohai/Jibai/Mahai/Machat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What the Heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: georgia;" align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Faint - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-628346782677519983?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/628346782677519983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/08/rules-and-regulations-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/628346782677519983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/628346782677519983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/08/rules-and-regulations-1.html' title='Tagged by Joey... *sheesh*'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-121136775775011759</id><published>2008-08-08T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:26:10.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the day comes when my loved one betrays me, then you'll know how ill react...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world peace. no shyt. but if it HAS to be for me alone. i want a filthyhotrichloyal husband... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. What will your dream wedding to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always wanted seaside or rooftop wedding.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to afraid... whats there to even be confused about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loyal. humorous. sweet. caring. honest. loving. rich. good looking. able to carry himself well. has a career. shares the same passion as me. understanding. humble. dats all... i guess... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Which is more blessed? Loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely being loved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive waited 5yrs before. not planning to break that record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it. its just a damn crush. there're always other available, better fish out in the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i look like im having fun? =D                                               ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing what i love. married to the one i love. mother of 2. $rich$. successful in every area! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my loved ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets put it this way... i thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was lame... lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. Would you rather be rich and single or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither. but if i HAD to choose. id go for rich and single. Jimmy Choo's and Valentino's can make me happy too! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would give A LOT. but not all. if YOU have to give YOUR all. means the other person isnt giving enough. and everyone knows you need to give AND take to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... the one who loves me back more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friends i have now... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19. What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl like K.S.Ping... LOL. yes im straight. everyone knows i dun like her. vice versa. lol. the world needs less ppl like her. haha. heck. why do i even still consider her a 'friend' i dislike?! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. Tag 8 people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Cathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Han Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Elyse *too bad do it again... xP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Gi *you too... nyeh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;whoever else you reads this... im too lazy to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~Bring Me To Life - Evanescense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-121136775775011759?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/121136775775011759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/121136775775011759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/121136775775011759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagggg.html' title='Tagggg'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2335800060322417951</id><published>2008-07-26T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:41:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala~ Its a F***ed up day after all~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Friggin had skl today. but thx (or should it be no thx) to bryan. i skipped, did sumtin i kinda told myself i wouldnt do. not dis yr at least. but i did. and that thing would be to... join Copa Iba this yr... as much as i love playing captainball. i lost my passion for it. ever since last yr. i trained my f-ing ass off but din get to play. dis yr one day before. they call me play. you guys may be from my church. but there isnt a rule stating dat church ppl cant be jacks. anyways. went there. my damn team sucked. no offence. but if i played for agape. i wouldnt brought the whole team down since most of them are bballers. and i. haven been playing captain ball for almost a yr. surprisingly i could still play. but they bloody hell put me as defence when i was usually attacker/midfield. and bryan told me i had to juz stand at my side more to defend and stop running down. ok la. understand. means i run too much. BUT SUM i shall not mention his name F***er. had the friggin balls to say to me: Esther why are you panting. like so tired. i didnt even see you run. at all. WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?? i wouldnt screwed him if i werent surrounded by church ppl. f***. and this damn girl kept bossing me ard thruout the whole DAMN game. BITCH!! ive been playing captain ball since longer than she's gone thru puberty. of all the bloody nerve to boss me ard telling me how i should play my position in the game. younger than me sumore. good thing bout dat. cuz SHE. i screwed. and to top things off. i was in the same team as 'he-who-disappointed-me-most-in-my-entire-life's' gf.  great! and D was there as well. yeah the tall dumb male brunnete of an ass0. and not to mention. HE. 'the one who meant the world to me'. or used to. wouldnt even LOOK at me today. talk about confident boosters! and. when i got home. mom got curious as to why i was so tired when i only 'went to skl and stayed back for a meeting'. and the last layer of my perfect cake for today is when i found out something which is putting my rship on a brink. wow. 26 July 2008. added to my list of 'Most f***ed up days in Esther's Life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said. its a f***ed up day afterall. *sing to the tune of its a small world afterall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Heart Shaped Glass - Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2335800060322417951?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2335800060322417951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/07/lalala-its-fed-up-day-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2335800060322417951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2335800060322417951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/07/lalala-its-fed-up-day-after-all.html' title='lalala~ Its a F***ed up day after all~'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2703649030050338283</id><published>2008-07-26T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:37:44.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Our lives are moving on&lt;br /&gt;But tear streaks are still left dried on my face&lt;br /&gt;Is it really so hard?&lt;br /&gt;So so hard to just say a simple hello?&lt;br /&gt;Or even smile or give a nod?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the past is still haunting&lt;br /&gt;There's still a need for a closure to fill the space&lt;br /&gt;You dont have the right to be this way&lt;br /&gt;Cuz its how IM supposed to be, not you&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;5 years of my life. Is it still not enough?&lt;br /&gt;Either get outta my life or be in it&lt;br /&gt;It just isnt fair&lt;br /&gt;It never is, never was&lt;br /&gt;But it isnt supposed to be this way either&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are welling up again&lt;br /&gt;Dont, please dont...&lt;br /&gt;Im happy now&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me start stumbling and fall&lt;br /&gt;...Again&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to... Just cant...&lt;br /&gt;Dont... Not now...&lt;br /&gt;Love me or hate me&lt;br /&gt;Just dont play your games with me.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Love Song - Sarah Bereilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2703649030050338283?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2703649030050338283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/07/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2703649030050338283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2703649030050338283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/07/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-7592780159096533921</id><published>2008-07-22T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:38:45.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He puts a smile on my face before I go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His loving touch is what makes me love him so deep;&lt;br /&gt;Those hazel eyes forever in my heart engraved&lt;br /&gt;His warm embrace is where i feel most safe;&lt;br /&gt;His kisses on my lips sweeps me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me craving till the next time we meet;&lt;br /&gt;Those crazy moments the two of us share&lt;br /&gt;Really proves to me just how much he really cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I Kissed A Girl - Kate Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-7592780159096533921?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/7592780159096533921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/07/him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7592780159096533921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7592780159096533921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/07/him.html' title='Him...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-7628134950675336385</id><published>2008-06-08T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:14:54.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles or Tear-streaked faces?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Distances apart&lt;br /&gt;Cold and numb&lt;br /&gt;Internal bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Lots of changes&lt;br /&gt;Lost and confused?&lt;br /&gt;Its just the same different&lt;br /&gt;Same reconized stranger&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Falling, Failing&lt;br /&gt;Will it last?&lt;br /&gt;Time determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinct, yet near&lt;br /&gt;Its still there&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;Gap. Hole. Space.&lt;br /&gt;Ongoing obstacles&lt;br /&gt;The finish line within grasp&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ When Im With You - Faber Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-7628134950675336385?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/7628134950675336385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/06/smiles-or-tear-streaked-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7628134950675336385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7628134950675336385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/06/smiles-or-tear-streaked-faces.html' title='Smiles or Tear-streaked faces?'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-408368679848413769</id><published>2008-06-07T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:06:36.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks of nothingness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My whole friggin form5 life... this midterm break has GOT to be my most non-productive term break... i literally did... lets see... NOTHING... and being grounded doesnt help either... anyways... 1st few days of holiday. had... camp. uhhuh. cheerleading camp. not dat bad la. apart from living in a bungalow surrounded by what couldve been lotsa lotsa haunted houses WHICH were infested with bugs everywhere (including our place. there was a friggin frog at our hse). and the fact that we had to practice on GRASS (for those of you who know, Esther and grass do not go hand in hand) WHICH was full of blardy lalangs. not to miss out the part where i got hit on the forehead by sumone's elbow and got an instant bruise the size of a ping-pong ball (NO SHYT!) followed by sumone's chin which left me a bloody nose (1st time in my life my nose ever bled. its actually still pain till now. frens reckon i broke my nose.) and then. its back home. rotted at home. literally din do ANY DAMN THING. had a major row with my mom a mth ago. we din talk for that long. think she felt bad (FINALLY!). brought me for an hour body massage and a mani-pedi spa (i painted and repainted my nails 5times dis hols. NOT including my mani.) lol. few days later. went curve watch Indiana Jones. with my mom. (yeah she really felt bad! lol) damn weird la the friggin show. i mean. the action was good. but wat was WITH those oblong crystal skulls. which werent crystal. ==" and ET! omg. expected him to ride on a bike past the moon ANY time... sheesh... and then. friday. went study at McD's with Gi and Lyz. study. yeah. haha. and yeah. dat pretty much sums up my holidays. as for today. i spent my WHOLE day on the couch either watching tv or playing text twist on my mobile. (i practically have roots growing outta me... ==') and so. another 2wks have come and gone. realized how un-productive i was. monday. its back to skl. everything back to normal. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OH YA... i practically got THREATENED to NOT go to this new tuition centre... damn dumb. but... im still going anyways... I WANNA STUDY LA BIMBO! no time go bitch with you(or about you)... mwah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Drops of Jupiter - Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-408368679848413769?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/408368679848413769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-weeks-of-nothingness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/408368679848413769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/408368679848413769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-weeks-of-nothingness.html' title='2 weeks of nothingness...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-6878564782452610648</id><published>2008-05-29T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:23:42.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23.05.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Rah came over. Bry came over. Went to Centre Point McD's... DAMN i miss the bitch and whore... anyways... berbonding-ed over dinner... then we met shaunie boy... cute la that fella. anyways, settled to go take undang with him (FINALLY!!!). Make our way to Cineleisure (after convincing sarah id pay for her movie tic). Thx to rah who watched every damn movie available. we bought tix for (of all movies) Superheroes... while waiting for movie which was at 12.15am. we went walk along the link from cineleisure to curve. tried to look for that hotass dood from la gourmet... CANNOT FIND!!! omg. but he's like... orgasmically HAWT wei... anyways. decided to grab a drink while waiting. went to Express Cafe. Sarah got a Carlsberg i got a Heineken Bry got... lotsa pics?!! did a few sticks. then came deric with... WESLEY!! lol. my pretty cute primary skl ex. =P anyways. sarah and deric like totally ditched us. then bry went get sumtin. so i was left to berbond with wes. caught up with each other. had another few more sticks. realized how diff yet alike our lives are now. anyways. met up with rah and deric again. WHO WERE TOTALLY MAKING OUT WHEN WE FOUND THEM!!! lol. 4 of us chatted for sum time. Bry sesated alone in cineleisure. at like 12.40 we decided we should really get into the cines d. so we said bye. OMG... superheroes! TOTALLY WASTED A GOOD 30BUCKS!!! (paid for rah and bry) luckily the end of the movie got cacated. then we complained. then got free complimentary passes! haha... anyways. waited for deric to pick sarah up. Bry and i left after... damn weird la the whole day.... but nice hanging out with my bitches! love ya'll! mwah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Ps: got free tony romas for betting with wesley whether rah and deric'd get together. i said yeah. and i won! *wink* still waiting for my dinner now~!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-6878564782452610648?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/6878564782452610648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/05/230508.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6878564782452610648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6878564782452610648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/05/230508.html' title='23.05.08'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2150737719238515867</id><published>2008-05-07T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:14:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SCHOAazP0EI/AAAAAAAAABo/pE9AcGUgoVM/s1600-h/CHS+Prom+2008+Flyer%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 451px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SCHOAazP0EI/AAAAAAAAABo/pE9AcGUgoVM/s400/CHS+Prom+2008+Flyer%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197661951551852610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Voila~!! Presenting 'The Final Chapter'!!! CHS Prom 08!! The one thats about to knock socks off like its never been knocked off before! Anyways. Those who are interested... Chs-ians, i believe everyone got a flyer. Forms are our already. Look for your class reps. If you dont. you can look for me at 5P4 to get one!! For non-chs-ians, call me at 012-2503465 for more details... Who knows? you might see a hot celeb and win some awesone prizes! Why not? its gonna be the funky-est event of the year! dont be left out... you know you're DYING to come! satisfaction... Guaranteed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2150737719238515867?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2150737719238515867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/05/voila-presenting-final-chapter-chs-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2150737719238515867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2150737719238515867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/05/voila-presenting-final-chapter-chs-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SCHOAazP0EI/AAAAAAAAABo/pE9AcGUgoVM/s72-c/CHS+Prom+2008+Flyer%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-6278604569034997751</id><published>2008-04-24T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:28:23.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow... the new Low...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This version of Flo Rida's 'Low' was heard outside a biology lab at my school, sung by a buncha Form 6-ers... Wild guesses on what they were doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing... Flow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please sing to tune of 'Low'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lemme see the apple blue cheese&lt;br /&gt;    Rat with the fur (Pluck the fur!)&lt;br /&gt;    The whole lab looking at her&lt;br /&gt;    Rat hit the floor (Rat hit the floor!)&lt;br /&gt;    Next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;    Rat blood flow flow flow flow flow flow flow flow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Low - Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-6278604569034997751?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/6278604569034997751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/04/flow-new-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6278604569034997751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/6278604569034997751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/04/flow-new-low.html' title='Flow... the new Low...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-3813076038441140803</id><published>2008-04-18T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:04:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Noticing them, rolling my eyes&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?!?&lt;br /&gt;Cocks a brow, turns away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second...&lt;br /&gt;A mirror in time.&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch. Sluts. Cool ones.&lt;br /&gt;Different now alike before,&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted yet something to remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile with sad eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing but glad,&lt;br /&gt;Walking away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ The Pros and Cons of Breathing - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-3813076038441140803?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/3813076038441140803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3813076038441140803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/3813076038441140803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirror.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-7387771334712481210</id><published>2008-03-24T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:51:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tata-gege-heh-edd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Damn... s'been long since i did a tag... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Do this tag.&lt;br /&gt;b) Replace ONE question with one of your own.&lt;br /&gt;c) Tag 8 others. Go to their blogs and tell them they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;d) Happy tagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Which bothers you more? VPL's or bra colour?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; VPL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Oh No i haven!! Ive been with more than 5 guys and ive NEVER felt any of their lips against mine before. == dumbass question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sarah!! : My all time babe la! how can i NOT get stranded with her? we'll have our cheesy moments till we die of cheesiness...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Gillian!! : My next best babe! Ad she'll make a great club sandwich! xP&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bryan('s)!! : Since he's so sweet and willing to get stranded with me! =D *eh! my boo no blog but dont expect me to get stranded without him wert right?!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Venice. Canada. Mexico. Paris. Milan. Tokyo. California... *well i dont plan to juz go to ONE place!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; To have things go my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Try to... but im born pessimist... so yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Invest in a hot car. Get guys. Buy a studio apartment. Give some to my family. Donate some. SPLURGE the rest!! *Jimmy Choo's, Coach tote, Galliano... complete!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would you do if you meet someone that you love?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; That i LOVE ah? If he likes me back, ill flirt like CRAZY! if he doesnt, ill juz... flirt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Crazy. Loud. Real. *love ya bitch! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Honest. Loyal. Loves me. and SHOWS that he does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; People who cant keep their stubby fingers off others businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Highlight of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Murni's on Sat? Craziest night of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&gt; Point it out. then shuttup and let me defend myself before giving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;6. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&gt; Duh!! Though i still feel i lack clothes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cheer. SPM. My boo. What to sing for Bintang CHS. Stupid tyler for getting a totally awesome song stuck in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&gt; My temper. Impatientness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&gt; Not shocking la. but 2 guys stuffing meatballs the size of your fists, whole into their mouths. and a girl who insists on knowing whether you eat char siew pau anot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What makes you feel happy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My boo. Friends. Being organized. Cash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagging...&lt;br /&gt;Gi&lt;br /&gt;Cathy&lt;br /&gt;Estelle&lt;br /&gt;Lyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Men In Black - Forever The Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades Of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-7387771334712481210?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/7387771334712481210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/03/tata-gege-heh-edd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7387771334712481210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/7387771334712481210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/03/tata-gege-heh-edd.html' title='Tata-gege-heh-edd...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-4406155129845037272</id><published>2008-03-12T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:59:54.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;went berbonding with my shawty Rah. i took a cab to her place then we went straight to Curve. the cabbie was the bomb man! never had such a nice cabbie before. shouldve gottan his number then make him my regular cabbie man! but heck! gonna get my license soon. ANYWAYS... we walked everywhere trying to decide where and wat to eat. ended up. when to starbucks. i had sum java chip thingy. Rah had caramel ice blended and marble cheesecake. we ate and talked and drank and talked. and talked and drank and talked and talked... for quite long i think. and when Rah had no where else to stuff her last bite of cake. we went walk it off. 1st stop. Marche's. Rah went enquire bout her wkN job. then we walked towards cineleisure when we passed La Gourmet and sum dood was like hi miss you wanna dunno wat dunno wat? and i glanced at him and did a double take but continued walking on. told Rah i knew dat dood. den she serious? and we did a REALLY OBVIOUS lookover. and he was like wokay~ den we juz continued on. kept talking bout that guy till Rah was like. I DARE YOU GO OVER ASK HIM FOR HIS NUMBER! i was like. wtf? err lets juz go talk to him. told her he was from puay chai. she dun believe. we went over. Rah, being the ball-full person juz went up and HEY ARE YOU FROM PUAY CHAI??! and he went err yeah. then she went DO YOU KNOW HER??!! =D *points at me* and he goes. err she looks familiar. and i go. you were from catholic high right? and he goes yeah. and i go yeah. you're my senior. den he goes oh ok. and me and Rah juz went. ok now bye! and we leave. with me "i told you i knew him" -ing her. btw. dat guy was none other than Yong Chong Zen/Ren or wtv. however the heck you spell his name is besides the point. he's gottan quite cute tho. ans not as cina as i remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... me and rah went on fagging a little. then we headed for cineleisure. went shopping. saw a gorgeous halter. managed to bargain. got 2 for 20% off. kononnya new arrival cannot give discount. pah! anyways. ya. its gorgeous. we got same tops but with diff motives tho. mine's loud circles hers are dark... trees? leaves? some sort. but gorgeous nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went walking sumore. bumped into botak thomas chin. stupid diamond boy. sesat-ed with him a while. then we went back to cineleisure to pool. mana tau. there was a buncha who we thought were cikus. who kept staring at us from La Gourmet. and we were like wtf at 1st. then we juz ignored then. then we thought we heard ppl calling our names. but we ignored again. UNTIL... sum DOOD!! juz came up walking beside me practically stalking us. until we literall stopped and stared at him till he walked back to where his frens were. which was quite far already then. me and Rah wtf-ed. but ignored it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went pool. i won 2 rounds! haha. outta 2 la dat is! one is thx to A LOTTA fluke shots. seeing i haven played in AGES!! and another thx to Rah's bad luck. and. ultimately. she hit the black ball in too early as well. oh well. luck chooses sides sumtimes! =P anyways. those cikus were there too. damn annoying. when one of them came up to us and went. that guy in the brown shirt is Lam. he says he knows you guys. Sarah right? and Esther? then we were like ya. but ignored them. AGAIN. until we started foo-ing. then THEY starting foos-ing beside us. den me and Rah decided to play doubles against them. played bout 4rounds i think? den we had to ciao to ikea to pick up sum stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left. picked up wtv needed to be picked up. and we waited for Rah's dad. ended up was late cuz he had to pick Anna 1st. bleh. couldve played a few more rounds. but oh well. OH YA! forgot to mention. bumped into Carmen Choo. i think her surname is choo... anyways. ya. haven seen her in 5yrs. hasnt changed much. but it still brings back primary skl days... and i saw wesley again... my primary ex. even tho i wont really admit it now (oh wait i think i juz did). he's changed pretty much i guess? feel so distant with him now. to think we were from the same gang and all... and OMG!! FONG KAH KEN!!! as in. that last time. 'hum sup low' fong kah ken! haha... he's changed... he's so... i dunno? cool? now? haha. but yea. it was his bday dat day. wished him thru sms... was great seeing them few again i guess... makes my eyes water sumhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed my old primary school days... haih... SARAH!!! I MISS ASHLEIGH!!! haih. i miss sharmin. matt. keefe. min hua. soos. ash. even jie yi. samantha! omg. even ho i hated her! adranne. even lynn's shrilly voice! damn! oh well... ppl grow. life goes on. ppl leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Friends Forever - Vitamin C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-4406155129845037272?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/4406155129845037272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4406155129845037272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/4406155129845037272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2488499528061956764</id><published>2008-03-05T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:32:43.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;People go through life as if on a train,&lt;br /&gt;    everything goes by,&lt;br /&gt;    no one stops to admire God's creation,&lt;br /&gt;    no one slows down to savour that moment of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People passing by,&lt;br /&gt;    with impatient looks of hurry,&lt;br /&gt;    brushing past with frowns on their faces,&lt;br /&gt;    awaiting their destination instead of enjoying the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;    Take a glance and notice your surroundings,&lt;br /&gt;    Look around and breathe in the moment,&lt;br /&gt;    for life, has but one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Bleed It Out - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1477442380764406037-2488499528061956764?l=emogothicness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/feeds/2488499528061956764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/03/rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2488499528061956764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1477442380764406037/posts/default/2488499528061956764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emogothicness.blogspot.com/2008/03/rush.html' title='Rush...'/><author><name>K Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02998342246451107449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gokZDAiYr7M/SpKiVlym3dI/AAAAAAAAAac/sq--8sTiBx8/S220/Dee+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477442380764406037.post-2190133082781271767</id><published>2008-02-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:46:28.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;English and Sej paper... haha... sap sap sui... one close eye can do. the other langsung no need to do! haha... literally slept after i got my sej paper... lol. ANYWAYS... screw exams... we went to Gi's hse today after school to... ahem... study. Yeah. Bryan was supposed to go. then he told me the night before that he couldnt go. cuz he decided to go for his larian thingy instead. but we planned it long ago d... so i was like. gah. wtv la. i had to go to gi's place anyways to try to upload my pics. and so ya. and suck ok. Bie went with Wei Ji. Nic and Suen were going to meet Gi and Cathy at gi's. so means i damn shyt la. everyone one pair one pair. i sesat. but no choice. so dun care lo. then Estelle and Young cannot go... so ya. bla bla bla. yadda yadda yadda. was using the computer halfway when cathy practically shouted from the doorway: ESTHER!!! BRYAN'S HERE!!! OMG!!! ESTHER!!! then she ran. grabbed me. and there i saw it. my darling!! =D damn happy ok... haven seen him for... 13days (he counted =.=)  1st say cannot come. next thing show up at the doorstep!!  =D like 5 mins before he showed up he was still msging me saying sorry for not being able to make it all ok?!! lol... lalala... damn... aww~~!! lol. sweetness... poor boy had headache whole day... felt so bad... hmmm... anyways. instead of studying. we watched Pirates. damn wth... but ya... nothing much happened after that la. but. i think i dare say all us 4 couples had a great time. juz seeing each other. spending time together with both chix and dix. =] especially for me and cathy who dont get to see our beaus dat often... it was juz... sweet time spent... made me really realized how much he would do to make me happy... im so glad i have him!!&lt;br /&gt;ps: LEE KAI SUEN FELL OFF THE CHAIR AT GI'S PLACE!!! BAHAHAHA... *no hard feelings eh? gotta admit... it WAS a laugh! lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~ Love Today - Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;* My Life. My World. 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