<?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-4698475210594552008</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:50:13.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to your hell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-2151418236970035726</id><published>2010-04-19T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:30:14.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The..uhh..hmm, the DAY.</title><content type='html'>Something's terribly wrong with me.. i just said goodmorning to two &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; strangers on my way home :S But that's just basic courtesy right...i was just doing my part. It's not like they are gonna chase after me for wishing them goodmorning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the comp lab now. Blogging..&lt;br /&gt;I always blog before my exams, i dunno why. is it becoz i'm stressed or something? :S&lt;br /&gt;Funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw going through a very weird time and this always happen around this time of the year, i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; get into trouble before my mid year exams. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Comical though. You should hear out the kind of shit i get myself involved into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-2151418236970035726?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/2151418236970035726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2010/04/theuhhhmm-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/2151418236970035726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/2151418236970035726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2010/04/theuhhhmm-day.html' title='The..uhh..hmm, the DAY.'/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-6351998329665911029</id><published>2009-12-16T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:20:57.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiYPbhY2jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u-OEJa5Uy9w/s1600-h/th_ICONATOR_2896d4b58d34d8e3cc0dceeff3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiYPbhY2jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u-OEJa5Uy9w/s320/th_ICONATOR_2896d4b58d34d8e3cc0dceeff3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415745942766279218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiXbsapGsI/AAAAAAAAADI/sJVxXnHSBtQ/s1600-h/th_loveCAOHHJN1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiXbsapGsI/AAAAAAAAADI/sJVxXnHSBtQ/s320/th_loveCAOHHJN1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415745053948189378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiXbceCKJI/AAAAAAAAADA/963USrGiOXM/s1600-h/th_love0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiXbceCKJI/AAAAAAAAADA/963USrGiOXM/s320/th_love0.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415745049667446930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiXbHLIudI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EAHnc0EpWCo/s1600-h/th_smile1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiXbHLIudI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EAHnc0EpWCo/s320/th_smile1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415745043951040978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiXarzxAYI/AAAAAAAAACw/wsoE1ljtbQg/s1600-h/th_ICONATOR_6087a885011e3133a144820618.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiXarzxAYI/AAAAAAAAACw/wsoE1ljtbQg/s320/th_ICONATOR_6087a885011e3133a144820618.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415745036605260162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-6351998329665911029?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/6351998329665911029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/6351998329665911029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/6351998329665911029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Mystery Man'/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyiYPbhY2jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u-OEJa5Uy9w/s72-c/th_ICONATOR_2896d4b58d34d8e3cc0dceeff3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-1389006059866654625</id><published>2009-12-15T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:13:43.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me something, why is an idiot called an IDIOT???&lt;br /&gt;Because he is an idiot!!! AAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilarious&lt;/em&gt; isn't it? Makes you wonder which planet i hail from.&lt;br /&gt;Some rare sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;No, actually these are some side effects of boredom. You know that?&lt;br /&gt;Well NOW you do. Boredom has all these unsual side effects that convinces people into thinking that you're out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Okay, talked to Sabrina today. About the usual stuffs. About how retarted things are and how retarded they become day by day and then a problem shoots out of nowhere and makes everything problematic and retarded &lt;em&gt;altogether&lt;/em&gt;. Then we go about looking for solutions which is no different from wasting our time cause all the solutions we come up with leads to another problem. So in the end, it's problems we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when my cousin's coming online. I think i sent him 5 emails altogether. I thought of sending a 2 more but on second thought...2 more is still too less and i dun have time to send more tonight so i'll wait till tomorrow. WAkakakakka&lt;br /&gt;I'm just joking. That's right. Another lame joke again.&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;Naah i'm kidding again, gotcha!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, you got me, another lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.....you can just &lt;strong&gt;PRETEND&lt;/strong&gt; to laugh if you dun find it that&lt;em&gt; funny&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-1389006059866654625?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/1389006059866654625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-me-something-why-is-idiot-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/1389006059866654625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/1389006059866654625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-me-something-why-is-idiot-called.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-120538256997282584</id><published>2009-12-13T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:09:13.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyTK9ijXHlI/AAAAAAAAACo/w_LPS6YGiic/s1600-h/thefriend.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lil brother is pulling my cheeks now, ouch. That hurts. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for school to reopen cause i'm eager to write things that are more interesting than this worthless piece of entry that i'm typing out now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, how long must i wait? Why is the time so slow for goodness sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not slow when i need it to be &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, today had a boring day, as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to clean my room today, get rid of the old books and other stuffs and make room for the new ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt; HELLL THERE WAS SOOO MUCH TO CLEAN UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room's still in a mess right now and here i am, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i honestly do deserve some rest after all that hard work &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun care if you don't agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414674160881947266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyTJdg3a0oI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZruWqYfdCes/s320/hardwork.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i currently feel sorry for a friend now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's going through a tough time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hope he can manage to forget it and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez i haven't contacted anyone ever since i got back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414672398869721794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyTH28298sI/AAAAAAAAACY/RaGDxlvq0Zk/s320/imperfection.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4698475210594552008-120538256997282584?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/120538256997282584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-lil-brother-is-pulling-my-cheeks-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/120538256997282584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/120538256997282584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-lil-brother-is-pulling-my-cheeks-now.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SyTJdg3a0oI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZruWqYfdCes/s72-c/hardwork.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-3533910400735035469</id><published>2009-12-11T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:34:38.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging again after SOOOOOO long :D you should get used to that coz that's how i am so either you quit complaining or you quit coming around :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols sorry, i was being sarcastic. Thanks to my form teacher. Holy crap i'll still be seeing her next year!!! She'll be my maths teacher what the hell. Why her? seriously why HER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home this morning. I'm missing my cousins alot....esp mystery man. Yeap. I'll have to wait another year just to see him again. What a bugger. why does such stupid stuffs keep happening to me? why me? seriously why ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually dun have much to say when i'm blogging. I used to blabber a hell lot of nonsense earlier and maybe i used up too much of my throat chakra.Wakakaka. If that makes sense. Umm...it doesn't actually. I'm not even talking here, i'm typing. Maybe i used up too much of my brain juice. The part of the brain that's packed with nonsense? Yeap, prolly sucked out all the juice out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....the plane journey was awful. My left ear is still blocked and i even had this sickening headache on board. And to top it all my legs were hurting like crap, the food was nauseatic, had gastric pain, missing mystery man and was hardly able to get a sleep. Seriously, sleep? I was barely able to sit properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm not gonna type anymore. I'll go get some rest. I'm still tired and i can't figure out why. Cause i clearly rmbr sleeping 9 hours today. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to mystery man: Sry if i'm distracting you, well you're distracting me TOO. dun screw ur exams annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.........just take care. (: happy thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-3533910400735035469?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/3533910400735035469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-blogging-again-after-soooooo-long-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/3533910400735035469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/3533910400735035469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-blogging-again-after-soooooo-long-d.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-4967850877080448139</id><published>2009-11-06T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:47:02.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SvTtoLzd-yI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z7g0HYGbaZY/s1600-h/gothic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401203127743281954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SvTtoLzd-yI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z7g0HYGbaZY/s320/gothic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Who would've thought holiday would be this boring....i was looking forward to it so badly before exams &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I dun have to mood to blog anymore. It's kinda getting boring too. I dun much to write either, cept whine about the past. Not that it helps. No matter how many times i complain, i cnt change the past. Sadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Okay...so i'll be going over to my hometown soon...in a couple of days. Wun be staying there for long though. but hopefully i'll have a great time there. Yeah, kinda looking forward to it....i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i was supposed to go shopping with alif but i lost his contact number :D and he doesn't have mine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Hazhazhaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it's a bad thing, why am i laughing. I cnt go shopping!!! i needed his help with some stuffs and now i wun get it!! i'm doomed MAN! DAMN it! oh well, i'll just ask one of my friends for his contact number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;mom and dad are not home and i cn do whatever i want muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;But the thing is that, i'm so bored and i find nothing interesting on the comp. I dun feel like using the comp either. i dunno what i feel like doing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i know what i feel like doing... NOTHING. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;P.S. Why does this boredom kill so much dot dot dot....dot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It's a forgotten song, a memory that lingers in the back of your mind. But you can't seem to grab hold of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-4967850877080448139?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/4967850877080448139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dun-have-to-mood-to-blog-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/4967850877080448139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/4967850877080448139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dun-have-to-mood-to-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SvTtoLzd-yI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z7g0HYGbaZY/s72-c/gothic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-2720138399017948253</id><published>2009-09-27T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T06:14:07.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My exams are gonna be starting soon. So can’t blog regularly. Not that I’m putting in much effort to study. Just that...reassuring myself it’s not the comp’s fault that my results would be bad. Yeah….that’s right….gives me more confidence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to say now, cause recently a lot of odd stuffs been going on and I’m losing track of everything again. And it’s frustrating. I dun really wanna start on a tall tale explaining to you what happened coz I’m too lazy to do that, wakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends are arguing among themselves and I dunno what’s the reason behind it because none of them are willing to tell the whole story. I doubt they themselves know what they are arguing about but somehow I feel it’s over a stupid matter. Because it always happens. Sometimes I wish I could just tie them up and lock them up somewhere or at least tape their mouth for 5 minutes and treasure every single seconds of peace and silence. If only that were possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are my friends what am I THINKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently tried getting back at my friend who made my life miserable before the June holidays and I just realized I was getting back at her in the most retarded way possible cause I dun see how it affects her, it only shows how much lowly I can become. But I didn’t stoop that low. I think. Anyway, depends on how people see it, right? But I don’t think so I stooped that low. Or at least I feel so. Did i? Naah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, even now she is hurting me. And I’m not able to do anything to her. Sometimes I feel like taking my textbook and slamming it onto her face. Or stuffing my pencil bag into her mouth. Or telling her off. Or doing ANYTHING that could make her realize that there was once this little happiness I had and all thanks to her it’s now gone too. And then maybe she could finally get some senses into her head and even though she can’t really give back what she took, the least that she could do is stop bugging me for a while so that I can give myself some time to mourn over my pathetic situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna get back at her. Let her do whatever she wants. Hope she gets a new friend soon so that I wun have to keep her company out of pity. You see that’s the problem, she is so pathetic that I can’t even get back at her. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let’s talk about something else. Something more pleasant….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….can‘t find any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope next year will be a pleasant one. And hopefully we won’t end up in the same class cause if that were to happen, I dun think so I can keep up with her for another two years. I might end up committing SUICIDE, you may never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Hell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can’t get back at her. Well, I know you hurt me a lot and I know you’re not even aware of it (how stupid of you) But it’s fine. I tried to avoid you a lot of times and every single day I would tell myself not to stay anywhere near you or even look at you by mistake. But somehow whenever you would face any problems and you would ask me for advice, I fail to hold myself back. And I dunno if I was doing it out of pity or I’m like that by nature =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you’ll know how much you’ve hurt me and how much I wish you could just, I dunno, STOP that or something. I dun wanna hate. I find it so odd. I just hope…things will change….soon….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, STOP BEING A RACIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s one thing that GETS on my nerves! You dun HAVE to comment on every single person you know! About how they look, what they eat, where they live and what they do. Really. PLEASE stop it! It’s ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you’ll realize this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN I sound pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I’m trying to study science, and it’s all about electricity. Electricity is also referred to as electrical energy……..blah blah blah. I hate physics. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next life (not that I believe in it) I’m gonna be a boy and I’m gonna find out what runs through their mind when they flirting with at least 60 or so girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sorry Sabri, for the late blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: It’s crazy that way&lt;br /&gt;M: What way?&lt;br /&gt;Y: The one you’re hacking your brain to figure out&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh THAT way?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Turns out there’s no way at all, just a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;M: Right........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-2720138399017948253?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/2720138399017948253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-exams-are-gonna-be-starting-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/2720138399017948253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/2720138399017948253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-exams-are-gonna-be-starting-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-7767262638118315570</id><published>2009-07-26T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:25:37.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah...bored....&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from school. It's mother tongue period now and teacher brought us to the comp lab and she let us use the comp. Duh, else why on earth would we be in comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even here i'm bored coz there's practically nothing to do in here. Cept blogging. I can't download songs coz i forgot my thumbdrive, muahaha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can scurry off to some other place now coz this is going to be one boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write an entry about the series of weird events i went through when i had a high fever about a week ago. But it's too long and i can't really recall each and every detail so guess i'll do it later. Now's REALLY not the time for it. I thought i was gonna be in for more ridiculous times once the school reopens!! but everything here is DEAD. Including me. I'm mentally dead, it wun be long before i'm physically dead too. Anyway, i'm having alot of...unncessary stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one thing that i hate the most - STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it just disappear form the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;But then no life can exist without sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Actually that's fine. When you dun laugh around alot then you can be rest assured nothing traumatising is gonna be coming your way coz you're already suffering!Wahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, if life was meant to be enjoyed, it wouldn't have been so short. They say life's like an ice-cream, enjoy it before it melts. What they forget is the after-effect when you get a nasty cold from it. Wahahahahaha! Oh geeeezz. Not logical enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's still a journey. Upto you to take the straight way to reach your destinaion or you can stop around here and there to waste your time. that takes a longer time! wahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He never gave it a good though but nodded anyway. "Franlky speaking. Even you dun have the answer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-7767262638118315570?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/7767262638118315570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7767262638118315570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7767262638118315570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-1305210034551532662</id><published>2009-07-22T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:10:05.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not being able to blog regularly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too lazy, tsk tsk tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ain't gonna say anything today. I'm just here to post a few videos from hana yori dango (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kPfYwvNh8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kPfYwvNh8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhLC8ki9op4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhLC8ki9op4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OcmGWok97V8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OcmGWok97V8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-1305210034551532662?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/1305210034551532662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh-not-being-able-to-blog-regularly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/1305210034551532662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/1305210034551532662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh-not-being-able-to-blog-regularly.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-3304871973452512918</id><published>2009-07-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:46:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey...&lt;div&gt;Hadn't beem blogging for quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no actually, LONG time...yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was kinda busy since my cousins were here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they left now ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss them so much!!! We had a really good time together. We went to malaysia and all and trust me, this was the best holiday ever. honestly speaking i never spent this much time with any cousins before :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, oddly enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i'll make this short for today. the trip to malaysia was absolutely great!! One small advice for all those who are planning to go to genting during the november holidays or any other holidays, do try out the out door theme park and when you do, make sure you ride the flying coaster!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna drive you nuts but ti's a life-time experience so go ahead, give it a try :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly speaking, this was my first visit to malaysia....and luckily enough my cousins were here to keep us company :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a uhhh, quite a difficult situation on our way there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was out first time, nobody had any idea what was to be done and sadly enough our bus driver turned out to be a rude maniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we faced a couple of minor problems regarding our passports so we got delayed atthe checkpoints and that driver had to wait several minutes for us. And you could imagine how his situation was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally towards the end when he was resting after another driver took his place, we were about to get down and it turned out that he was sleeping in front of mom and so when my dad was trying get mom out, he did sth wrong to that driver's seat and the poor guy fell down LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He woke with a total shocked expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serves him right anw lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, we did a lot of window shopping in malaysia. We did real shopping too. The hotel was pretty good...coz the beds were so comfy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about the trip was actually when we were in the hotel....coz at night our parents wud be out and bro and i wud go to our cousin's room and stay there till both ours and theirs parents returned. Somehow i liked that part alot....weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt bad when we were leaving Malaysia, haiz. Hopefully we can go there again....with my cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it felt good too..to be back home.  We had a really good time with my cousins here. Visited lot of places and went retarded in a whole lot of diff ways. I managed to get to know my elder cousin better. And he told me a lot about his friends. Kept me entertained the whole while :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had late night shows at home. My uncle bought the surround sound system and we all had a great time watching movies with all the lights off.......cool hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had barbecue at home!! Love those sweet memories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now holiday's over and we're back to our old lives. Feels kinda....bad. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss them so much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, here are some pics of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i can't upload the pics now, will dp it later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-3304871973452512918?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/3304871973452512918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/3304871973452512918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/3304871973452512918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-5875705911387929905</id><published>2009-06-15T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T03:33:33.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-5875705911387929905?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/5875705911387929905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/5875705911387929905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/5875705911387929905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-7718446940240016479</id><published>2009-06-10T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:30:39.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay here's a short introduction to the drama series Hana Yori Dango (boys over flowers japanese version) I'm gonna post some videos of that drama later on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCAAo2fI6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/CBhdLWXAeUE/s1600-h/jun_matsumoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345913506143085474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCAAo2fI6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/CBhdLWXAeUE/s320/jun_matsumoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domyouji Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The F4 leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Son of the wealthiest &amp;amp; most powerful family in Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stubborn but soft at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He doesn't like dating girls and loves playin pranks on people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only thing he ever does is go arond hitting people without a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Makino is the first girl he ever managed to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCB21Os7-I/AAAAAAAAABY/ASWoAhf8KtY/s1600-h/oguri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345915536690442210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCB21Os7-I/AAAAAAAAABY/ASWoAhf8KtY/s320/oguri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanazawa Rui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;he is a part of F4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A very quiet guy who always saves Makino at the nick of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is a bit introverted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He plays violin and often spends time at the fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emergency staircase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was Makino's first crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCEHkL6EgI/AAAAAAAAABg/JF4hQHLqsA8/s1600-h/mimasaka_akira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345918023196348930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCEHkL6EgI/AAAAAAAAABg/JF4hQHLqsA8/s320/mimasaka_akira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Akira Mimasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Part of F4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;H is also known as the Lady Killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He got the above title from dating older women and breaking their hearts by leaving them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A play boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His father is a well known underworld gangster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCHXGfVmZI/AAAAAAAAABo/oU9ZMyXkFoY/s1600-h/nishikado+soujiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345921588637571474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCHXGfVmZI/AAAAAAAAABo/oU9ZMyXkFoY/s320/nishikado+soujiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Nishikado Soujiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part of F4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is the heir to the tea ceremony school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A big playboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loves to be in the company of women&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCHXUXi4UI/AAAAAAAAABw/7kf68LAIBXM/s1600-h/makino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345921592362983746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCHXUXi4UI/AAAAAAAAABw/7kf68LAIBXM/s320/makino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Makino Tsukushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is a bright and strong willed person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stubborn at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite suffering poverty she mages to get into a very classy school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She works at the dango shop after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4698475210594552008-7718446940240016479?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/7718446940240016479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-heres-short-introduction-to-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7718446940240016479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7718446940240016479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-heres-short-introduction-to-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SjCAAo2fI6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/CBhdLWXAeUE/s72-c/jun_matsumoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-9160503125200713024</id><published>2009-06-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:16:44.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SiyPvCPhR_I/AAAAAAAAABI/brSt6Bif3M0/s1600-h/normal_gazette_4_%2528ruki%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344804896000526322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SiyPvCPhR_I/AAAAAAAAABI/brSt6Bif3M0/s320/normal_gazette_4_%2528ruki%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kare Uta - GazettE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;kuukyo datta kokoro no uta ima nado sagasezu&lt;br /&gt;furikaereba soko ni wa nani mo, nokottenakatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toki ga tateba iroaseteku, hana no you na uta hibiku hazu mo nai kareta uta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kako wo motomete hanareteyuku wakatteta hazu no ni naze itamu?&lt;br /&gt;mimi ni nokoru sono neiro wa dore dake mune ni hibiitekuretemasu ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nani mo kawaranai no ni" ano koro yori mo...&lt;br /&gt;"mae wo muketeiru no ni" okashii na...&lt;br /&gt;"dandan tooku natte" te ga todokanakunatte, sabishii no wa onaji hazu na no ni...&lt;br /&gt;"nani wo motometeiru no?" wakaranakunatte...&lt;br /&gt;"kidzukeba mou doko ka e" tobitatta ato...&lt;br /&gt;"muryoku na jibun ni kidzuki" furikaereba, soko ni wa hikarabita egao ga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doushiyou mo naku kanashii toki ni oboreru namida no you na itsuwaru koto no nai uta wo&lt;br /&gt;kotoba ni naranai hodo ureshii toki ni egao no you na uta ga utaetara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furue wa mada hidoku tsudzuku iki wo kirashi tachidomareba nani mo nakatta&lt;br /&gt;ano toki to onaji tsumetai mainichi ni kaeritaku wa nai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osanaki koro kara yume miteta yume no naka ippo zutsu mata ippo zutsu...&lt;br /&gt;"sasaeatte waraiatte naite kizutsuite"&lt;br /&gt;onaji iro no yume wo tomo ni aruite ikou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doushiyou mo naku tsurai toki miseta yowasa wo sasaetekureta shinjiru hito e&lt;br /&gt;bukiyou na kotoba de shika ienai kedo kareta koe ga tomaru made doko ni itai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doushiyou mo naku kanashii toki ni koboreru namida no you nai tsuwaru koto no nai uta wo&lt;br /&gt;kotoba ni naranai hodo ureshii toki ni egao no you na uta ga utaetara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kareta koe ga tomaru made doko ni itai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to search for the meaning of my heart's empty song&lt;br /&gt;When I turned around, there was nothing left&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, the song fades like a flower&lt;br /&gt;A withered song that doesn't echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for the past, we grow apart&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would happen, so why does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;How much does the melody that lingers in my ears echo in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed since then&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing forward, but it's strange&lt;br /&gt;You're gradually growing so distant I can't reach&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were both lonely&lt;br /&gt;So what am I longing for? I don't know anymore&lt;br /&gt;Before I realize it, you've flown off somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I realize my powerlessness and turn around&lt;br /&gt;And there was my dried-up self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are too sad to bear&lt;br /&gt;There's a song without lies that spills over like tears&lt;br /&gt;When I'm too happy for words&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sing a song like a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violent trembling still continues&lt;br /&gt;If I hold my breath and stand still&lt;br /&gt;It's like back when there was nothing&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to those cold days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was small I dreamed in dreams&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;We supported each other, laughing together&lt;br /&gt;We cried and got hurt&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk together in the same-colored dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things were too hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;The weakness you showed supported me; I have faith in you&lt;br /&gt;And I can only say it with clumsy words, but&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay here until my withered voice gives out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are too sad to bear&lt;br /&gt;There's a song without lies that spills over like tears&lt;br /&gt;When I'm too happy for words&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sing a song like a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay here until my withered voice gives out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my withered voice gives out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-9160503125200713024?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/9160503125200713024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/kuukyo-datta-kokoro-no-uta-ima-nado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/9160503125200713024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/9160503125200713024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/kuukyo-datta-kokoro-no-uta-ima-nado.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/SiyPvCPhR_I/AAAAAAAAABI/brSt6Bif3M0/s72-c/normal_gazette_4_%2528ruki%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-7001653190742851658</id><published>2009-06-06T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:32:17.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday had been a complete disaster with all those guests and their little devlish kids running around without balance and i was running after 5 of them at most. No i was not playing, i was trying to STOP them. ARRGGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this part where i was in the balcony listening to songs and msging Phantom when suddenly i sensed a slight movement beside me and i turned around and this 2 yr old baby was climbing up the railing =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was leaning forward and he was in such a position that if i had been late by atleast 2 seconds, he would have been a goner. Oh My Hell..seriously i can't forget it. I actually screamed and tried to pull him away but he was clutching onto the railing and wasn't letting go and then he was kinda heavy so i had pull with all my might and then finally i got him free and once he got out of the mess he looked at me, [i apparently was panting] and then looked at the balcony and then ran away =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before i could figure out what was going on, he was in my bro's room jumping all over the bed. AND then i tried to get him down but he wouldn't listen and then the whole drama continued for at least 3 minutes then he finally came down and ran to my room and grabbed the first thing he saw. MY TEXTBOOK. Then he ran away with my text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other four toddlers apparently joined him and all of them started playing around the house. Two of them were having a screaming competition and they were screaming&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really &lt;/span&gt;loud. Which was seriously....umm...not good for your ears :S Then there was also this third kid who kept coming to my room and messing with the keyboard. Then when he saw the wall paper of the computer he was like "Bhow! Bhow!" Meaning he was trying to imply that the wallpaper looked like a ghost or sth, it is GazettE for your info but i'll spare you this time since you're only a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....but then there was also this 2 or 3 month old baby and he was completely adorable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took care of him for sometime when his mom was busy and the whole time i was admiring him. I dunno why. It's just hard to imagine sth so cuddly and small can exist in this world. Haiz....anyway...mom cooked a hell lot of dishes last night and we had to do a lot of cleaning up and stuffs and we slept around 2 am or sth. Been a very exhausting d&lt;/span&gt;ay..Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-7001653190742851658?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/7001653190742851658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-had-been-complete-disaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7001653190742851658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7001653190742851658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-had-been-complete-disaster.html' 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height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here is a funny backstage scene of the GazettE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVNfPMo9OPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVNfPMo9OPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GazettE Interview :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DQtmREGZgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rp1HLf7M8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-3017757939774600764?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/3017757939774600764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/3017757939774600764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/3017757939774600764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-591985946258662373</id><published>2009-06-05T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:35:37.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm...i'm posting at a very &lt;em&gt;odd &lt;/em&gt;time. A few guests are gonna come over to our house soon and yeah. What is there to say about it anw. They are not even here, how do i describe the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiz... i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;BORED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boredom is terrble. It feasts on your brain and licks on your skull (???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be more scientific in this case. My sense of poem sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i suck at science too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Voila&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i'm good at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing. Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that's supposed to be a good thing aye? you find it interesting aye? Why am i crapping? I guess these are the side effects of boredom. Hmm...it is indeed boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna be in the badminton competition :( Ain is all happy about it so i'm trying to be happy too. Actually i should be. It's a holiday, we can't be on a competition during a &lt;em&gt;holiday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will give us the &lt;em&gt;eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee was saying that he was gonna choose those we were very hard working and training till they were all in sweats and...uhh....he described a lot more that i forgot...SO those people will be chosen. Ain and i hadn't been following &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; so he kinda got mad. He thinks we're the only ones slacking. Yeah right, take a good look at the stadium and you'll find slackers in every nook and every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear that MAN? a not-so-young MAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he never finds this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is home. Hmm...Hey dad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm gonna stop typing before i blurt out more crappy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. My dad is HOME! damn it!!! AAAHHH~!!! Blo0ody Sickening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE!&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/4698475210594552008-591985946258662373?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/591985946258662373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/591985946258662373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/591985946258662373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-1968240051823267885</id><published>2009-06-01T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:06:49.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, i found this in Sabri's blog and decided to try it out :D it's kinda umm...long and weird :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;01. Real name&lt;/span&gt; – To be kept confidential XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;02. Nickname(s&lt;/span&gt;)- Mun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;03. Star sign&lt;/span&gt; - Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;04. Male or female&lt;/span&gt; – Female, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;05. Elementary&lt;/span&gt; – I dun remember…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;06. Middle School&lt;/span&gt; - Yishun Primary School! (the old one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;07. High School&lt;/span&gt; – Chua Chu Kang Sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;08. Hair color&lt;/span&gt; - Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;09. Long or short hair&lt;/span&gt;- Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;010. Loud or Quiet&lt;/span&gt; – Not sure :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;011. Sweats or Jeans&lt;/span&gt; - Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;012. Phone or Camera&lt;/span&gt; - BOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;013. Fruits or fried foods&lt;/span&gt;- Fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;014. Drink or Smoke?&lt;/span&gt; – Ew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;015. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt; - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;016. Eat or Drink&lt;/span&gt; - Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;017. Piercings&lt;/span&gt; - Ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;018. Tattoos&lt;/span&gt; – Ew…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;019. Been in an airplane&lt;/span&gt; – Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;020. Been in a relationship&lt;/span&gt; – Define &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;021. Been in a car accident&lt;/span&gt; – What the hell?! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;022. Been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt; – Just wanted to punch someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;023. First piercing&lt;/span&gt; – I think when I was around 4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;024. First best friend&lt;/span&gt; – Lamisa, she is in USA now… :( and I lost contact. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;025. First award&lt;/span&gt; – Dun remember :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;026. First crush&lt;/span&gt; – Wun tell :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;027. First fashion sense&lt;/span&gt; – What is fashion? LOL kidding. I dun remember. Hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;028. First vacation&lt;/span&gt; – Erm….i dunno…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;029. Last person you talked to&lt;/span&gt; – Brother (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;030. Last person you texted&lt;/span&gt; – Shazirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;031. Last person(s) you watched a movie with&lt;/span&gt; – My family? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;032. Last food you ate&lt;/span&gt; – Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;033. Last movie you watched&lt;/span&gt; – Hana Yori Dango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;034. Last song you listened to&lt;/span&gt; – Last Bouquet by The GazettE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;035. Last thing you bought&lt;/span&gt; - Necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;036. Last person you hugged&lt;/span&gt;- My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;037. Food &lt;/span&gt;– Home made food XD With extra care and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;038. Drinks&lt;/span&gt; – Iced Lemon Tea :D Chocolate milk tea :D with extra pearls XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;039. Clothing&lt;/span&gt; – Depends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;040. Books&lt;/span&gt; – Erm…erm…comedy and fantasy I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;041. Musics&lt;/span&gt; – The GazettE [duh, lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;042. Flower&lt;/span&gt; – Red Rose. Black Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;043. Colours&lt;/span&gt; – Black, white, red, violet, brown, ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;044. Movies&lt;/span&gt; – Not really a movie fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;045. Positions&lt;/span&gt; - ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 2008 you,&lt;br /&gt;047. [] Kissed in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;048. [] celebrated Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;049. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] had your heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;050. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] went over the minutes on your cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;051. [] someone questioned your sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;052. [] came out of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;053. [ ] gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;054. [ ] had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;055. [&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] done something you've regretted.&lt;br /&gt;056. [&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] broke a promise.&lt;br /&gt;057. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] hid a secret.&lt;br /&gt;058. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] pretended to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;059. [] met someone who changed your life.&lt;br /&gt;060. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] pretended to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;061. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] left the country.&lt;br /&gt;062. [&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it.&lt;br /&gt;063. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;]cried over the silliest thing.&lt;br /&gt;064. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] ran a mile.&lt;br /&gt;065. []went to the beach with your best friend(s).&lt;br /&gt;066. [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;x]&lt;/span&gt; stayed single the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;067. Eating&lt;/span&gt; - Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;068. Drinking&lt;/span&gt; - Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;069. I'm about to&lt;/span&gt; – watch TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;070. Listening to&lt;/span&gt; – a woman shouting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;071. Plans for today&lt;/span&gt; – Watch TV till midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;072. Waiting for&lt;/span&gt; – Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite Sex ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;073. Want kids?&lt;/span&gt; - =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;074. Want to get married?&lt;/span&gt; - refer above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;075. Careers in mind&lt;/span&gt; – Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;076. Lips or eyes &lt;/span&gt;- Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;077. Shorter or taller?&lt;/span&gt; - Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;078. Romantic or spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; - Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;079. Nice stomach or nice arms&lt;/span&gt; – Dunnno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;080. Sensitive or loud&lt;/span&gt; - Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;081. Hook-up or relationship&lt;/span&gt; - NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;082. Trouble-maker or hesitant&lt;/span&gt; – Trouble MAKER! Muahahah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;083. Lost glasses/contacts&lt;/span&gt; → NAWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;084. Ran away from home&lt;/span&gt; → Yes. For a short while, after school. When I got my maths paper :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;085. Hold a gun/knife for self defense&lt;/span&gt; → Held a toy gun to scare my bro but he didn’t seem to be bothered in any way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;086. Killed somebody&lt;/span&gt; → No? Such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;087. Broken someone's heart&lt;/span&gt; → Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;088. Been arrested&lt;/span&gt; → Depends. By who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;089. Cried when someone died&lt;/span&gt; → Hmm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;090. Yourself&lt;/span&gt; – Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;091. Miracles&lt;/span&gt; – Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;092. Love at first sight&lt;/span&gt; – bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;093. Heaven&lt;/span&gt; – Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;094. Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt; – The one who supplies toys for free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;095. Sex on the first date&lt;/span&gt; - =.=”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;096. Kiss on the first date&lt;/span&gt; – No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;099. Do you believe in God&lt;/span&gt; – Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;100. This is the 100th and last&lt;/span&gt;. – Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-1968240051823267885?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/1968240051823267885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/1968240051823267885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/1968240051823267885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/01.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-4600438947062935799</id><published>2009-05-31T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:43:02.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna say much now cause i have nothing to say and when i do then i will say. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love this blogskin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you dun. But i dun care~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm so speechless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...nothing to say then why am i blogging?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I guess i dun only suck at studies, i suck at singing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-4600438947062935799?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/4600438947062935799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-gonna-sya-muhc-now-cause-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/4600438947062935799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/4600438947062935799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-gonna-sya-muhc-now-cause-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-7026794311629497375</id><published>2009-05-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:40:59.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShvtUCI3OTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wk-gpz4a100/s1600-h/07-08-08_2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShvtUCKXcXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jsui6vIRJWk/s1600-h/lalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what happened to my hair….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhkay…Today’s been very…ummm, let me see if I can find the right word, uhh…RUSHING. No, that’s not really the right word but I’ll do with it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I knew I had to face Ms Zee for the literature project and I was dead nervous in the morning cause I know how nasty she becomes when she gets angry. So the whole while I was praying…and praying……and praying some more. Today, miraculously, I managed to go to school early and then SHE WAS THERE. I’m talking about Ms Zee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES she was THERE. Right at the parade square. I was walking over to my class and then she saw me and called me up. She was very nice……..damn, another miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually she is ALWAYS nice. That’s when she is NOT angry. And this time I expected her to be angry but she was not angry [it’s confusing] so she didn’t sound nasty. She didn’t sound nasty AT ALL. She called up pretty nicely and was about to tell me that she didn’t get the rest of the projects when I interrupted and told her my side of the story first. I told her I didn’t realize that their projects were with me since I was absent from school quite a lot of times and then I dunno what got into me that I started to forget all the important things [including what to study for exam] and started doing all the wrong stuffs at the wrong time and that she should spare them and cut my marks instead since I was entirely at fault [note that I wasn’t serious when I said that]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave a very….umm…indescribable smile and widened her eyes at me. I didn’t know what else to do so I stared back. THEN she did the most unexpected thing of all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like, it’s okay dear. I just need the project by today cause I’m gonna key in the marks by tonight so you must get them to me by hook or by crook. Or is it nook? I dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH MS ZEE ROX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn that was so unexpected. Thought I was gonna get scolded for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was the least of my problems. I had not even completed the project in the first place. Then I thought maybe I could stay back at the comp lab [since Ain, Veron and Amirah were going to the comp lab too] and finish the project, print it out and give it to Ms Zee by 4 pm. Then I freaking realized I left my thumb drive at home =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to make it all worse the teacher dismissed us late from school today so I had rush like hell to home, get my thumb drive and rush back to school. I took the bus to make the journey faster and thanks to my luck I had to run after it twice, both while going home and coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wasn’t home that time so I couldn’t inform her that I was going to stay back to do a project. And I doubted I would even have had the time to call her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I managed to finish the project AAAHHH….Then I left my thumb drive at the comp lab again…………but thank God I realized it before I left the school…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the saddest news of all…..MS Zee is leaving the school….who is gonna entertain us in our literature lessons now?? She said some teacher is gonna take over us but I dun care how good that teacher is, I only want Ms Zee. I’m gonna miss her smile. Her funny talks…every thing about her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t stand it when such things happen. It’s like something that you’re so used to, has been taken away from you. The whole life seems changed. The memories can be so torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God…bloody Hell…I hate it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here’s a random sentence, hope she complains about me to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People usually don’t realize their mistakes. I know I don’t. But guess what… you don’t either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;†&lt;em&gt; Mun †&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-7026794311629497375?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/7026794311629497375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dunno-what-happened-to-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7026794311629497375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7026794311629497375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dunno-what-happened-to-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-4630060777620609223</id><published>2009-05-25T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:51:32.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to do this quiz last year but I kinda forgot but who cares I can still do it now. Sorry, got a bit out-dated…[btw i've posted 2 posts today so scroll down to see the other entry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;1]If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I...Damn...this question is so retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[2]If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To ask for more of such similar dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[3]If there is a choice between boyfriends and friends, which one would you choose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;4]What kind of home do you think is suitable for living?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anything. As long as it has a bed and a TV. And is clean....and has no birds outside...And several more I’m too lazy to type out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[5]What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;6]Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loving someone is a curse, as far as I’m concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[7]How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MUST i wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[8]if the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[9]is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah [you didn’t ask me to specify :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;10]is being tagged fun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what kind of TAG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;11]how do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A...woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[12]who are the currently most important people to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[13]What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- =.="|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[14]Would you rather be rich and single or married but poor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not saying anything yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[15]What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[16]Would u sacrifice family time to spend time with ur friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- =.=" Dude...get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[17] What type of friends do u like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Those who value friendship. And Don't BACKSTAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[18]What is the thing u cant bear to leave aside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clothes. Goes to everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[19]What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;Those who do not understand the meaning of friendship. Backstabbers. Egoistic idiots. Proud stuck-ups. BACKSTABBERS. BACKSTABBERS again. I'll think of more when i see one. Oh here's one, BACKSTABBERS. Bloody hell &gt;.&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm….odd quiz….Haiz. I dunno why, and maybe it wouldn’t matter, but I think my friend has started to get sick of me now. So he’s trying his level best to talk to me as little as possible and be grumpy as much as possible :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Sirus for help and he wants me to forget it all but it’s not like I can do it THAT easily….sad case. Even my friends want me to forget. I can’t believe I annoyed someone that much lolls. Geez what the hell....&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-4630060777620609223?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/4630060777620609223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-supposed-to-do-this-quiz-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/4630060777620609223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/4630060777620609223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-supposed-to-do-this-quiz-last.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-5452815279533074120</id><published>2009-05-25T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:41:29.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;.&gt; I…………missed school again. How does that feel? GOOD. More troubles coming in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. So, what do I have to say now? Nothing. I can’t find anything good to say. Nothing much happened these few days. I got back my Mother-tongue results like….2 weeks ago? And I still haven’t told my parents about it. I did so badly in this paper. Earlier I used to get about 90 plus for my mother tongue. This time I got 63!!!!!!!! Bloody freaking blasphemous HELL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are gonna thrash me, no doubt. This week is going to be incredibly disastrous so I may not be able to blog for sometime. Maybe I can get to use the comp lab at school…but…during the holidays….oh crap…no computer during the holidays… :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God why ME?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear tomorrow’s gonna be a disastrous day for me. Cause I haven’t handed in my literature project. Since I’m in charge of collecting others’ assignments too [surprising huh?] I’ve got some of the students’ assignments with me…..WHICH I HAVEN’T HANDED IN TO TEACHER AS WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m in trouble and they are in trouble too. No, wait. I’m the only one in trouble. First I’ll get scolded for not handing in the project…..and…oh crap….Teacher’s gonna gimme me a zero for my SA and the rest will get a zero too… :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I’ll get scolded AND fail my literature [make the rest fail too] then I’ll get scolded AGAIN for not handing in the other students’ assignments. Hmm….I have no excuse to give the teacher cause the project was supposed to be handed in like…a month ago. Great. Now I die. Other times I was saved by luck cause we have literature only once a week and she didn’t come for a lot of lessons. So I managed to get away. But now I can’t get away cause I’m sure she has marked our projects already and she’s gonna tell us our marks tomorrow. Wait, I just figured something out, I’ll get scolded by my friends too :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Shazirah called me up and said I’ve failed my maths. I’m not surprised but…this time round I had a private tutor to get me on my toes and despite THAT I still fail what the hell. I haven’t told my mom yet. And no way am I telling it to dad. He wanted me to get full marks for my maths. If he hears that I failed [again] he’s gonna have a heart attack….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, My form teacher’s gonna get me too cause I’ve got no mc. And I’ve run out of excuses. Every single time I’m absent I give her a letter along with a very unusual reason as to why I was absent and now I can’t think of any new excuses and if you really want me to try harder then I’ll prolly [damn this word reminds me of someone] end up with a very dramatic excuse that will send me straight to detention. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m surprised she doesn’t bother about it much these few days so I’m suspecting she wants to know exactly how many more excuses I’m gonna come up with in future. She needs to wait long enough cause I.AM.NOT.GIVING.UP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then another problem. I lost Sirus’ story and now I need to rewrite it again… [Bloody hell]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s gonna chop me to pieces if he ever comes to know about this. Argh thank God he doesn’t know my new blog address. I’m gonna try to finish the story as soon as I can and give it to him. Then I’ll tell him exactly what happened. Till then….i dunno. Till then he better wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna post two entries today! Muahahaha~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am being lame. But you should know….i DUN care :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. tomorrow’s gonna be a bad day. Bad day bad day bad day bad day bad day bad day bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not a failure. I’m just a learner in process&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;† Mun †&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-5452815279533074120?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/5452815279533074120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.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/4698475210594552008/posts/default/5452815279533074120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/5452815279533074120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-1778090714175385453</id><published>2009-05-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:15:14.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darn it, DARN it. I’m not able to blog regularly at all. What the hell? What did I do to deserve this? No net, no hand phone, soon they’re gonna drive me out of the house too when they get my school results. What the hell? Don’t I already look pathetic enough that they have to dig out more of my possessions and get rid of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I am angry now. VERY angry. In fact, I’m FUMING. Put it however you want, I don’t give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is very boring now cause they are doing nothing in there except for some…I dunno what to call it….workshops maybe. First few hours before recess there is completely nothing to do and then after that we have to go to the comp lab and sit there for a couple more dragging hours learning some things that I’ve got no idea about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t go to school for two days. First I didn’t go on Monday cause I got upset with my friend and I couldn’t sleep the whole night. Then woke up late. And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the following day I had to go and luckily my form teacher was absent on that day cause I didn’t have any mc or letter with me and her sarcastic attitude is the last thing I would ever want to begin my day with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I regret going to school on Tuesday……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 2 hours, NOTHING to do. I kept listening to songs and tried scribbling in some songs into my diary. My friends called me up to join them in their group to chit chat but I lost the mood and decided being alone was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the worst part came when we had to go to the comp lab and then do some of that….i dunno what to call them. Anyway, we did some dumb things which were completely unnecessary cause the instructors never even came around to check if we were doing it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you got unlucky and they happened to be loitering around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you’re dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so, the whole workshop…thingy….whatever….was not necessary. They were making us practice for future references. Already I’m losing control of the present and they want me to think of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that MRS TOH came around. She came into the comp lab and luckily we all were leaving at that time so I tried my level best to leave the place before she could see me. Cause after all that trouble I caused her regarding the home econ project; I’m sure she wouldn’t wanna see me either.&lt;br /&gt;The escape plan was fruitless and the moment I stepped out of the door she called me from behind. Was it my imagination or did she sound sarcastic? No, seriously. Maybe I’ve had too much of my form teacher so I’ve started seeing sarcasm everywhere. Even I have turned sarcastic. And this is how the short conversation went…. [At least what I could remember]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Toh: Muntaha [heavy sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *tries to smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Toh: Haven’t seen you for a long while. Did you go back to India? *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: [first of all I dun even live in India] No...Uhh...I didn’t come to school for many days. [You never saw me cause I never came in front of you, duh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Toh: Why?*casually standing* *still glaring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’ve had… umm… problems at home. [You dun have to think twice to know if it’s a lie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Toh: *nods* *looks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *quietly runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didn’t exactly run away. And yes I LIED. Which wasn’t really a lie...cause I really was stressed about a lot of things before my examination. If I do badly for my exam, the first person I’m gonna thrash is phantom. Muahahaha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. I dun even wanna talk about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tuesday didn’t go all that bad cause I managed to use to the comp after school in the comp lab. I was looking for GazettE’s live performances and some of their official music videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after that horrible day at school, I decided not to go to school today. Which was a very retarded thing to do cause I have this very bad feeling Ms Lye won’t spare me tomorrow….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Now that I think about it, i didn’t even HAVE any escape plan at the comp lab =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Violent people are usually the ones who are very weak inside. Cause they dun have enough strength to keep their anger within&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-1778090714175385453?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/1778090714175385453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-it-darn-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/1778090714175385453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/1778090714175385453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-it-darn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-8289348909224450540</id><published>2009-05-19T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:32:30.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShJgdQ2-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DDVP8c2z7mI/s1600-h/Gazette_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434564245488546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShJgdQ2-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DDVP8c2z7mI/s320/Gazette_new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShJgIG2R-hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MVwoHCx-qAc/s1600-h/ruki_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434200780962322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShJgIG2R-hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MVwoHCx-qAc/s320/ruki_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                RUKI from The GazettE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShJgH7fkJVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3UX6sc_27PM/s1600-h/Gazette_kewl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434197732894034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShJgH7fkJVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3UX6sc_27PM/s320/Gazette_kewl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so recently i had been viewing a lot of The GazettE vidoes and i'm totally in love with this J-rock band. Love their songs alot. They are pretty....uhh...scary YET meaningful. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry guys but you need to wait a lil longer for me to link you cause i'm VERY busy these days, even though exam's over. But you should know, always the opposite stuffs keep happening to me so yeah i get busy on days where i'm expected to be free. So dim &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't type much now cause....i'm...SPEECHLESS. And also i'm in the comp lab cause i can't use my net AGAIN. Let's see if i can sneak in or not then i'll try to come back here and write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, keep waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not crazy, i just talk rubbish. What's the big deal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4698475210594552008-8289348909224450540?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/8289348909224450540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-recently-i-had-been-viewing-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/8289348909224450540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/8289348909224450540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-recently-i-had-been-viewing-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/ShJgdQ2-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DDVP8c2z7mI/s72-c/Gazette_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-3371323571502733843</id><published>2009-05-14T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:54:59.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watashi mo dakara =.=</title><content type='html'>This sickening life of mine keeps getting worse day by day. I wonder if anyone jinxed me cause I had been experience a hell lot of bad luck these few days. Really, implausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to begin with that prefect’s face? I never saw him around the gate earlier and of all the days WHY today? Didn’t he know that I had exams today! Haiz…why am I blaming him? It’s not his fault anyway. It’s just that I’m meant to create chaos wherever I go. Ms. Chaotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, my friend pointed out that I’m a bad girl and I’m not sure if he was joking cause I did not see his expression since we were talking on MSN. He’s the first person who ever said that and as for the rest…well I’m not sure if they are being kind or honest. But who cares. I never said I was a good girl xP and most importantly I don’t have to worry about rules anymore, cause bad girls don’t do that lolls. Although yeah, during some point of time I maybe wrongly accused. And if people who know me well can be dumb enough to believe all that, then there’s nothing that I can do. I won’t have to justify because they wouldn’t believe me anyway and if they did then they wouldn’t have believed in those pack of lies in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who talked behind my back and until today I’m trying to forget what she did but every time she appears in front of me all that hatred returns at once. I’m trying to talk less to her cause I fear I might end up telling her things that she may not want to hear. Hmm…I might be bad, but I’m not heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m seriously upset today cause my form teacher confiscated my necklace during the exam and that completely spoilt my mood and I started picturing my necklace on every single page of the exam paper which was tremendously disrupting cause I was hardly able to concentrate. Yeah I know it was &lt;em&gt;JUST&lt;/em&gt; a necklace but it cost me money! You don’t get those colourful notes for free you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m apparently typing with great difficulty cause today I got stung by a bee and thank God it was only &lt;em&gt;ONE &lt;/em&gt;bee cause there were several more around there and if they had all stung me together then I would have been in the hospital by now. I was up at the terrace that time and my parents were there too and mom immediately started panicking as usual and dad started to pretend it was nothing [as usual] Then mom asked me to apply honey as fast as I could cause according to her it helps a lot but my father suggested that it’s nothing and that I should be a good girl and sit somewhere quietly and then they started to argue over it for some time and forgot all about me. So I went down on my own and applied honey. Mom came down soon after that, followed by dad. And mom was acting as though I was going to die and dad was scolding her for scaring me [which made no difference cause she still kept panicking anyway] and yeah….that’s my family. I love them anyway. The wound’s still bad. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did badly for my exam today……….hmmmmmmmm……..but I’m too sick to care. Oh well. Better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I’m a bad bad girl~ in a bad bad world~ ….. [Freak I’m harping on it].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miracles don’t exist. If they did, why am I still stuck here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;† Mun †&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-3371323571502733843?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/3371323571502733843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/watashi-mo-dakara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/3371323571502733843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/3371323571502733843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/watashi-mo-dakara.html' title='Watashi mo dakara =.='/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-2114005398742010457</id><published>2009-05-13T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:17:15.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m posting three entries in a single day… =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just great. Can’t help it, I’m just too impatient. And I should be blabbering now but I’m not hyper. UNFORTUNATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…umm….uhh…uhh…okay…my mind’s blank. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today was an official retarded day, and just like all retarded days this day went particularly bad. Firstly I woke up late (Which is nothing new but frustrating nonetheless), then i forgot to take my money (still nothing new), I DIDN’T DO MY MATHS HOMEWORK (again, nothing new), I bugged Ain, Veron and Minru to death by complaining to them nonstop, and somewhere around that point of time I was cursing at someone VERY loudly and I think that person heard me but it doesn’t matter anyway cause what that person did behind my back is nothing compared to what I do in front of her. I do nothing actually. I just curse from a distance :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaanyway. So shazirah was hanging around with her Malay friends, and I was left alone during some point of time but it didn’t feel all that bad since I really wanted to be alone for a while, considering all the chaos taking place in my life I seriously need a long break…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HE still refuses to talk to me. [And that adds up to the major depression I’m going through]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was boring as usual and I fell asleep during the lesson and the teacher was so dumb that he didn’t even notice me, or maybe he was too lazy to wake me up. Then Wei Ting came up to me and helped me out with this reflection thingy we were supposed to be doing and which I completely lost track of. So I had to force myself to take out a pen and paper and get on with the whole piece of crap. I still did it however I could, effortlessly without a doubt. Half the reflection didn’t make sense &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then! We did the most retarded thing of all…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had only ten minutes in hand before the bell goes off and school is dismissed. The class was in a mess at that time, all thanks o the boys. And girls too, yeah. And Mr. Ho was busy looking after some of these boys and his attention was completely fixed on those loafers so Wei Ting and I decided to sneak out through the back door since we were seated around there and somehow we did manage to get out without the teacher noticing us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran all the way downstairs and we happened to be the only girls who were out of their class rooms along with their bags. I wanted to pass by Ain’s class when we reached the 3rd floor but somewhere nearby we heard Mr. Leong’s voice in one of the class rooms so we decided it was a bad idea and just went down anyway. Some of the sec1s were dismissed early too and this group of sec1 boys were going down as well and we thought maybe we wouldn’t really get into trouble this time and all that reassurance was short lived the moment Mr. Kong appeared out of nowhere right before us and pointed to those group of boys behind. We immediately went stiff. But had we stuck around there any longer he would have stopped us too so we pretended to act very casual and swiftly walked past him. I whispered to Wei Ting to pretend to head to the general office just incase he asked us where we were headed and luckily…LUCKILY he didn’t even stop us or question us AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrow escape, AAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tomorrow’s my exam and I don’t know what to study!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never asked for these feelings, they came by and consumed me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;† Mun †&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-2114005398742010457?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/2114005398742010457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-posting-three-entries-in-single-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/2114005398742010457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/2114005398742010457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-posting-three-entries-in-single-day.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-7335964137461035244</id><published>2009-05-13T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:13:22.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsuki No Uta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kagayaita masshiro na T shatsumizu shibuki ni ukabu nijibonyari to mitsumeteru sora oikutsu mono kaze ga asobu nannimonai koto ga futari dake no shiawase datta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A shining, pure white T-shirt. A rainbow floating in a spray of water. Gazing thoughtfully at the sky. The wind plays with countless things. Nothingness was our own happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dare yori mo fukaku kokoro made oborete ima mo kono basho de kimi dake o mitsumetenido to modoranai yume naraba kowashite wasurarenakute mou ichido aitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;More deeply than anyone else, I even give my heart to you. Even now right here, I'm only gazing at you. If it's a dream that I cannot return to once more, I'll destroy it. You're unforgettable, I want to see you once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shikirou kasanete kimi no kage, hiroiatsume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The mirages pile up. Your shadows, I collect them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tokei no hari o tometa mama de machitsuzukeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I keep waiting for you though the hands of my watch have stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemurenai yoru mo, tameiki no asa mokimi no daisuki na tsuki no uta o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;On sleepless nights, and on mornings when you have to sigh. There's your beloved song of the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itsu kara ka tooku, karada made hanarete ima wa kono basho ni boku dake o nokoshite zutto kawaranai futari da to shinjita ano koro no you ni mou ichido, aishita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Some time far away, when even our bodies are left behind. Right now right here, only I remainI believed we'd always be together unchanging. Once more, like I did at that time, I want to love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Gackt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698475210594552008-7335964137461035244?l=d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/feeds/7335964137461035244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/kagayaita-masshiro-na-t-shatsumizu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7335964137461035244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698475210594552008/posts/default/7335964137461035244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-stress-n-coma.blogspot.com/2009/05/kagayaita-masshiro-na-t-shatsumizu.html' title=''/><author><name>•§†~× Ðårk Âñg€l ×~†§•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268259211318126470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698475210594552008.post-8429022784407596733</id><published>2009-05-12T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:20:20.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/Sgo7v7etLVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P9A-H14Ne70/s1600-h/Hyde+in+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335142403180146002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRvCsAe-Dpk/Sgo7v7etLVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P9A-H14Ne70/s320/Hyde+in+black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darn it. An idiot will forever remain an idiot picking on a &lt;em&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/em&gt; wrong time to create blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'mma gonna go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of work's still on the queue :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Hyde Rocks! 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