<?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-9883571</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:06:23.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><subtitle type='html'>Yoga: "Go get your favourite pillow... Curl up on the couch... Throw this tape away... and... re... laaaxxxxxxxxx......"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-391205904062872472</id><published>2008-04-18T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:56:58.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Evanescence - Lithium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lithium... don't want to lock me up inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lithium... don't want to forget how it feels without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lithium... I want to stay in love with my sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh but God I want to let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come to bed, don't make me sleep alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;couldn't hide the emptiness you let it show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never wanted it to be so cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just didn't drink enough to say you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't hold on to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonder what's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to let it lay me down this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drown my will to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here in the darkness I know myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't break free until I let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, I forgive you after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything is better than to be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in the end I guess I had to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always find my place among the ashes...&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/9883571-391205904062872472?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/391205904062872472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=391205904062872472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/391205904062872472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/391205904062872472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2008/04/current-mood-depressed-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-4605407355816200455</id><published>2008-02-25T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:44:36.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; resigned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chris Cornell - Wide Awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can look a hurricane right in the eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twelve hundred people dead or left to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow the leaders with an eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For an eye you'd all be blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deaf or murdered, of this im sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this unsettled time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come pull a sheet over my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I can sleep tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite what I've seen today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find you guilty of a crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of sleeping at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you should have been wide awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down on the road the world is floating by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The poor and undefended left behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While your somewhere trading lives for oil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if the whole world were blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights arent pleasant&lt;br /&gt;Despite wat everyone says...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-4605407355816200455?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4605407355816200455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=4605407355816200455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/4605407355816200455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/4605407355816200455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2008/02/current-mood-resigned-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-6096433981974807852</id><published>2007-10-31T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:43:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stupid dumbfuck... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-6096433981974807852?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6096433981974807852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=6096433981974807852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/6096433981974807852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/6096433981974807852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-mood-sad-now-blasting-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-8907355485507198676</id><published>2007-09-27T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:12:20.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Firehouse - In Your Perfect World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said this is how I'm being right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems I just can't do enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could never win your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why should I try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you never share your feelings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could I be so naive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it so hard to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you excel in emotional concealing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never measure up for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you just keep that smile on your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how much I try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're never really satisfied &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you run away and hide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your perfect world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there's no one to blame &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one can hurt your feelings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't feel no pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody loves you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody gets burned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you are living &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your perfect world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems like everyone gets screened &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On your answering machine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't take the call &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let down your defenses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't let anybody see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your real personality &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it pride, or just your false pretenses? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe a part of you has died &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you keep it all inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still you wear that smile on your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems no matter what I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't get through to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I always know where to find you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your perfect world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where nothing can go wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're always in control &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we all get along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything is beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need for concern &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you are living &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your perfect world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-8907355485507198676?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/8907355485507198676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=8907355485507198676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/8907355485507198676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/8907355485507198676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/09/current-mood-tired-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-3546040811574955334</id><published>2007-09-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:49:20.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Evanescence - My Immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always want to hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This pain is just too real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-3546040811574955334?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3546040811574955334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=3546040811574955334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/3546040811574955334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/3546040811574955334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/09/current-mood-hurt-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-4109366512795264969</id><published>2007-08-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:19:17.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Metallica - Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cry, he tells me to shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-4109366512795264969?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4109366512795264969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=4109366512795264969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/4109366512795264969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/4109366512795264969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-sad-now-blasting-metallica.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-6114974301317163780</id><published>2007-08-02T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:00:37.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 52, 148);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 52, 148);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Daughtry - It's  not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldve done anything for u&lt;br /&gt;I couldve done anything for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part me of is dead and buried&lt;br /&gt;Theres no way I can salvage it&lt;br /&gt;It's not over but it sure feels like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past haunts me wherever I turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Waterfall that stings and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Black hole inside of me persists&lt;br /&gt;This feeling I cant resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones the same wherever they are&lt;br /&gt;All for themselves, near or far&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left for me to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I couldve done anything&lt;br /&gt;For you, I wouldve done everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-6114974301317163780?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6114974301317163780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=6114974301317163780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/6114974301317163780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/6114974301317163780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-depressed-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-1747518377009542197</id><published>2007-07-11T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:32:21.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always assume&lt;br /&gt;that ppl like me&lt;br /&gt;when they dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always assume&lt;br /&gt;that ppl care for me&lt;br /&gt;when they dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i tell myself&lt;br /&gt;that people are all different&lt;br /&gt;when theyre not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i tell myself&lt;br /&gt;that people can change&lt;br /&gt;when they cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do ppl say things&lt;br /&gt;that they dont mean&lt;br /&gt;why do ppl do things&lt;br /&gt;that theyll regret&lt;br /&gt;why cant ppl see&lt;br /&gt;beyond themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-1747518377009542197?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1747518377009542197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=1747518377009542197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/1747518377009542197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/1747518377009542197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/07/current-mood-alone-now-blasting-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-2331440350667261165</id><published>2007-07-03T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:49:05.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; silence of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby ur all that i want..&lt;br /&gt;when ur lying here in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in your life you find someone&lt;br /&gt;who will turn your world around&lt;br /&gt;bring you up when you're feelin down&lt;br /&gt;nothin could change what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;theres lots that I could say&lt;br /&gt;but just hold me now...&lt;br /&gt;coz our love will light the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-2331440350667261165?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2331440350667261165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=2331440350667261165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/2331440350667261165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/2331440350667261165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/07/current-mood-depressed-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-6513942495381046520</id><published>2007-06-24T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:49:13.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt; lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Skid Row - In a Darkened Room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a darkened room&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the reach of God's faith&lt;br /&gt;Lies the wounded&lt;br /&gt;the shattered remains of love betrayed&lt;br /&gt;And the innocence of a child is bought and sold&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the damned&lt;br /&gt;The rage of the angels left silent and cold&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me please for I know not what I do&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the precious times have been put to rest again&lt;br /&gt;And the smile of the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Brings tainted lust singing my requiem&lt;br /&gt;Can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust&lt;br /&gt;And watch it crystalize&lt;br /&gt;While my salvation crumples to dust&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;All the precious times have been put to rest again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And the smile of the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Brings tainted lust singing my requiem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And watch it crystalize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;While my salvation crumples to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Why can't I steer the ship beforeit hits the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie&lt;br /&gt;That bears the scar of sin too deep&lt;br /&gt;To hide behind this fear of running unto you&lt;br /&gt;Please let there be light&lt;br /&gt;In a darkened room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-6513942495381046520?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6513942495381046520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=6513942495381046520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/6513942495381046520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/6513942495381046520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/06/current-mood-lost-now-blasting-skid-row.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-4853485871253666470</id><published>2007-03-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:51:17.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If everyone cared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nickelback - If everyone cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone cared, nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;if everyone loved, nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;if everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;we'd see the day when nobody died&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-4853485871253666470?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4853485871253666470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=4853485871253666470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/4853485871253666470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/4853485871253666470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-everyone-cared.html' title='If everyone cared'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-600538034348990376</id><published>2006-12-29T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:09:13.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; empty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-600538034348990376?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/600538034348990376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=600538034348990376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/600538034348990376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/600538034348990376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/12/current-mood-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-116379514054742019</id><published>2006-11-18T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T10:16:21.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More quizzes... coz i want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1152425566_lisichka_icons_eye_n17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Mysterious&lt;/b&gt;. You wish to hide who you are from all those around you. You find it very hard to trust people. You also may enjoy the fun that comes from playing mind games with others around you.My advice Get out there and reveal the true you if only to one person!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eyes full of Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Diamond Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=144273"&gt;What do your eyes reveal about you?(PICS!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1130268505NEO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Neo, the "One"&lt;/b&gt;. Neo is the computer hacker-turned-Messiah of the Matrix. He leads a small group of human rebels against the technology that controls them. Neo doubts his ability to lead but doesn't want to disappoint his friends. His goal is for a world where all men know the Truth and are free from the bonds of the Matrix.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Neo, the "One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="46" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;James Bond, Agent 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="29" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;William Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="29" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="29" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="21" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;21%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;El Zorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=92013"&gt;Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pro at going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done&lt;br /&gt;You're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="400" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Soft&lt;/b&gt;. You are nice and soft, you love everyone and everyone loves you, while you are fiery or too exciting, you are always pleasant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="81" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Violent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="19" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="13" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3938"&gt;What is your sexual style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='400'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;font size=2&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Shy&lt;/b&gt;. Your shy. Lots of people are. Please rate my quiz!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Shy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Immature&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Outgoing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='13' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;13%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;mean&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dramatic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=67170'&gt;what kind of person are you? (shy,outgoing,fun,mean,immature,dramatic or nice?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='400'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1112562653Angel2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt; Angel:  Angels are the guardians of all things, from the smallest ant to the tallest tree. They give inspiration, love, hope, and positive emotion. They live among humans without being seen. They are the good in all things, and if you feel alone, don't fear. They are always watching. Often times they merely stand by, whispering into the ears of those who feel lost. They would love nothing more then to reveal themselves, but in today's society, this would bring havoc and many unneeded questions. Give thanks to all things beautiful, for you are an Angel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Angel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mermaid&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dragon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='17' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;17%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='17' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;17%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;WereWolf&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='8' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Demon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=21002'&gt;What Mythological Creature are you? (Cool Pics!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='400'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1117184159d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Rocker, Mosher&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt; Your A Rocker!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Rocker, Mosher&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='30' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;30%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Emo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='30' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;30%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chav, Townie, Rude Boy, Ned, Kev&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Prepy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='10' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;10%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Skater&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Trendy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=39704'&gt;What Group Are You? Chav, Rocker, Skater, Emo, Goth, Trendy, Prepy Ect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='400'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1142626514blindfold.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Blind Folds&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Your turn on is the blindfold. When you can't see, that makes your other senses more aware... including your sense of touch. So who wouldn't enjoy being blindfolded???? Sex isn't sex without enhancing your sense of touch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Blind Folds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Biting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chains/Handcuffs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Bondage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Whips&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Blood&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='8' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=46976'&gt;What&amp;#039;s Your Kinky Turn On?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-116379514054742019?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/116379514054742019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=116379514054742019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/116379514054742019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/116379514054742019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/11/current-mood-weird-more-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-116038878425396907</id><published>2006-10-09T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:32:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stone Sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I was too dead to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My self affliction fades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stones to throw at my creator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masochists to which I cater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I was too dead to care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If indeed I cared at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never had a voice to protest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you fed me shit to digest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I had a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My flaws are open season&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this I gave up trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One good turn deserves my dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I'd died instead of lived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A zombie hides my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shell forgotten with its memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diaries left with cryptic entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't need to bother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep slipping farther&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But once I hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let go till it bleeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing kills me&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing fills me&lt;br /&gt;With questions&lt;br /&gt;And more questions&lt;br /&gt;And wonders&lt;br /&gt;Is it true? Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I find the answers&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you? Why didn't you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More wonders&lt;br /&gt;More pain&lt;br /&gt;More questions&lt;br /&gt;In vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;but I do&lt;br /&gt;I wish it didn't hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;but it does&lt;br /&gt;I wish it'd get out of my head&lt;br /&gt;but it wont&lt;br /&gt;I wish all this didn't happen&lt;br /&gt;but it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Here I stay like a fool&lt;br /&gt;I take it&lt;br /&gt;I take it all&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-116038878425396907?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/116038878425396907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=116038878425396907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/116038878425396907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/116038878425396907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/10/current-mood-hurt-now-blasting-stone.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-115661735135588165</id><published>2006-08-27T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T02:35:51.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; choked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sade - No Ordinary Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave you all the love I got&lt;br /&gt;I gave you more than I could give&lt;br /&gt;I gave you love&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all that I have inside&lt;br /&gt;And you took my love&lt;br /&gt;You took my love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;What I believe&lt;br /&gt;Did somebody say that&lt;br /&gt;A love like that won't last&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I give you&lt;br /&gt;All that I've got to give baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep crying&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you and I baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is no ordinary love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No ordinary Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is no ordinary love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No ordinary Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you came my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You brightened every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With your sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep trying for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep crying for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep flying for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep flying for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-115661735135588165?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/115661735135588165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=115661735135588165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/115661735135588165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/115661735135588165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/08/current-mood-choked-now-blasting-sade.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-115599823548594611</id><published>2006-08-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:41:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5746/739/1600/170820060809080687.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENT MOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: somewhat normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SOAD - Soldier Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn. Annual health screening. On Wed 15/8/06.&lt;br /&gt;I pointed out where to poke. Coz I know my veins are small. But fucker insisted on poking the side. Not much came out. So they had to repoke on where I pointed out in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;And this was wat happened to my arm. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5746/739/320/170820060809080640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-115599823548594611?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/115599823548594611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=115599823548594611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/115599823548594611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/115599823548594611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/08/current-mood-somewhat-normal-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-115149792285430538</id><published>2006-06-28T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:32:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Breaking Benjamin - So Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me how it ends it's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me how defenseless you really are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satisfied and empty inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's alright, let's give this another try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you find your family, don't you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this land of make-believe, dead and dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so cold, but you feel alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay your hands on me one last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been able to sleep well lately.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things becoming too REAL.&lt;br /&gt;In my head.&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I can't control them like I used to be able to.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;I dont know anything anymore&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to let it go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-115149792285430538?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/115149792285430538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=115149792285430538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/115149792285430538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/115149792285430538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/06/current-mood-down-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-114867309370368123</id><published>2006-05-27T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:57:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Acid Bath - Venus Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can everyone say...&lt;br /&gt;inferiority complex?&lt;br /&gt;how about...&lt;br /&gt;selective amnesia?&lt;br /&gt;i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;Go away...&lt;br /&gt;Just fucking go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-114867309370368123?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/114867309370368123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=114867309370368123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114867309370368123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114867309370368123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/05/current-mood-depressed-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-114563621768789583</id><published>2006-04-22T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:19:15.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sick &amp; exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Machinehead - Imperium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while...&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo sickkk. Throat feels like there is a toad wanking in there UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the school's Charity Golf event at Raffles Country Club yesterday. Big event coz of all the MPs and bigshots present so I had to be there to film and photograph the event with my media club. Anyways, before I left for the golf range (still at the country club), I figured I should take a piss first. So I went in and looked fro a toilet. When I walked in I was so fucking... ASTONISHED. The toilet was soooo fucking big!!! Probably 3 times the size of my apartment, partitioned into two. One side with big mirrors, towels, plush armchairs, OSIM massage chairs...!!! The toilet was AIR-CONNED too! And it smelled soooooo sweet that I almost started to get paranoid lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievable... Why tho???... I pondered as I sat on the throne and did my business. People pay thousands of dollars to join the club to... well... play golf? swim? EAT?... u can do all that at a cheaper price definitely. It's some kind of unnecessary social standard where you can scoff at low-income families in a somewhat nicer way. So playing golf, swimming and having meals with fake, self-absorbed, hi-class perverts and snobs is worth all the money. So being able to afford such "privileges" makes them feel like their shit dont stink. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Observe the etiquette of the club they said. All the while I was there with them, none of them impressed me. All they did was crack jokes about teaching, make crude comments and brag about how great the tee off was. Not that i know shite about golfing nor do i give a fuck lol. These people are no different from anybody else if not worse. People on the streets can be more classy than them. What a total waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... hours in the hot sun (from 1 - 3.30) and then hours in the air-con restaurant right after AND hours of work (8.30am - 9.30pm) AND after being left stranded with 4 kids at a tee by a fucked-up impatient marshal....... finally took its toll on me and i started wheezing and sneezing... I'm glad I got sick tho... in front of everyone too lol... so i took today and tmrw off... yay for me! Next week onwards will be more hectic, with the exams approaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* and someone saidbeing a teacher is easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-114563621768789583?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/114563621768789583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=114563621768789583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114563621768789583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114563621768789583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/04/current-mood-sick-exhausted-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-114274678453518147</id><published>2006-03-19T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:46:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Machinehead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=8445"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of eyes do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/5785775/35770" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moonlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have moonlight eyes. Moonlight is the color of mystery. Your eyes symbolize your ability to see yourself as others see you. You have finesse for letting other people know what you think. You have a soothing and calming ability that you may or may not know about. You have the awesome ability to draw a person's negative energy out and replace it with a positive energy; the world needs more people like you. Some words to describe you: patient, self-controlled, perseverance, insightful, reflective, understanding, serene, and caring. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-114274678453518147?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/114274678453518147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=114274678453518147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114274678453518147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114274678453518147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/03/current-mood-okay-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-114175305946711525</id><published>2006-03-08T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:37:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Slipknot - Vermillion Pt 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She seemed dressed in all of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stretched across my shame &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the torment and the pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leaked through and covered me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now I don't know what to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is everything that is me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the undesirable dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a song that noone sings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the unimaginable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shes a myth that I have to believe in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all I really want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is for it to secede&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-114175305946711525?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/114175305946711525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=114175305946711525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114175305946711525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114175305946711525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/03/current-mood-frustrated-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-114104787008193726</id><published>2006-02-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:44:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; VADER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-114104787008193726?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/114104787008193726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=114104787008193726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114104787008193726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114104787008193726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-frustrated-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-114054410531601235</id><published>2006-02-22T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:48:25.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GNR - Live &amp;amp; Let Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came over today. She nagged at me coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didnt tell her i took the day off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She would have made me cook if she had known but she didnt so she had brought over some food haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got some goldfish now but 4 of them just turned over n floated on top coz i forgot to change the water, so she took one home LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to hide my ashtray here and she saw it n smacked my head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house is a mess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my mom. LOL! (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-114054410531601235?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/114054410531601235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=114054410531601235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114054410531601235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114054410531601235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-loved-now-blasting-gnr.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-114045308452811173</id><published>2006-02-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:31:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; contemplative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rob Halford - Silentscream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking up and 2nd chances...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make a sweeping statement on issues like this. Should u or should u not; give 2nd chances once the words roll off your/his/her tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone should get second chances in life. Otherwise how do we learn from mistakes? Sometimes in life, we make the wrong decisions. How many times can u confidently say u have thought things thru so thoroughly that there are absolutely &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; possible loopholes? How often can u say that u have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; said things u don't mean when u are angry?&lt;br /&gt;If the answer is a 100% of the time, I believe it's more of... once u have made a decision, u are too afraid to step down and say "I've made a mistake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never go down on my knees begging and whining for a 2nd chance. Indeed, that is like spitting on your dignity and selling your soul. If the person is THAT hard-hearted, I don't think I would even want a 2nd chance. Why would I want to stick around with a hard-headed egoistical fuck, who obviously does not love me enough or love himself too much, to give me a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No serious commitment has been made. You're not married. Suck it up. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;There are others who are probably more than willing to give you that second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Granted, easier said than done. You're scared. You're hurt. You're absolutely shattered. But that's just how life is. Just have to deal with the shite life has dished out on u. There are bigger things happening. And if you think about it, it isn't so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-114045308452811173?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/114045308452811173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=114045308452811173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114045308452811173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114045308452811173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/02/second-chances.html' title='Second chances'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-114019799287057688</id><published>2006-02-18T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:21:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; weird &amp; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nuclear Assault - Game Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!... nothing better to do... Thanks for the link Nadz (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/tongue.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Ayin&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Ayin!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Japan provides over thirty percent of the world's ayin supply!&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Go Japs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The number one cause of blindness in the United States is ayin. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Goddamn... i guess i should stop mooning people huh (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/sarcastic.gif" /&gt;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn into ayin! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Haha! anybody wanna try this??? (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When provoked, ayin will swivel the tip of her abdomen and shoot a jet of boiling chemicals at her attacker.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(swivel?! Damn I'm THAT flabby...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If every star in the Milky Way was a grain of salt they would fill ayin!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayin has 118 ridges around the edge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Early thermometers were filled with ayin instead of mercury. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I measure heat lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayin cannot swim! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(The only thing in this stupid shit thats true...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ace of spades in a playing card deck symbolizes ayin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the kingdom of Bhutan, all citizens officially become ayin on New Year's Day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(ROFLMAO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-114019799287057688?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/114019799287057688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=114019799287057688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114019799287057688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/114019799287057688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-weird-tired-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113984284182318887</id><published>2006-02-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:27:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bolt Thrower - The Kill Chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WORK IS KILLING ME!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHITE TO DO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classroom connection&lt;br /&gt;(a) How to connect laptop to PC;&lt;br /&gt;(b) SHARE!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wireless connection&lt;br /&gt;(a) Activate wireless on laptop... SHARE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(b) Weak signals in HOD &amp; Meeting RoomStorage Space --&gt; FIX!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(c) Flipalbum, meeting with W &amp;amp; vendor&lt;br /&gt;(d) Move all pics &amp; vids to new server&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Website&lt;br /&gt;(a) Liase with Lam &amp;amp; get him to make everything accessible on my end&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PDA&lt;br /&gt;(a) Install activesync/mapking&lt;br /&gt;(b) Ensure wireless works&lt;br /&gt;(c) Arrange training with David&lt;br /&gt;(d) Learning circle - how to integrate into currm every Wed 10 - 11.30am&lt;br /&gt;(e) Meeting with EXCO members on how to use PDA &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exam matters&lt;br /&gt;(a) P2 SA1 Math papers due 23/2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hong Kah Pt event&lt;br /&gt;(a) 18 to 19 Feb, 3 to 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;(b) Check inventories &amp;amp; order for shortages eg badges, cartridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outdoor lesson&lt;br /&gt;(a) OL to Sci Ctr with 3C4 Thurs 9.30 - 11.30am&lt;br /&gt;(b) Produce P2 OL vid&lt;br /&gt;(c) Enable access to SEED Prog folder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There! This thing is starting to look like a notepad instead of a blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113984284182318887?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113984284182318887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113984284182318887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113984284182318887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113984284182318887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-stressed-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113924629745083468</id><published>2006-02-07T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:18:17.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; despondent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Trivium - Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I look at you&lt;br /&gt;without being moved by you&lt;br /&gt;How can I be with you&lt;br /&gt;without losing everything&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a thing from you&lt;br /&gt;but to hear you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything from you&lt;br /&gt;but to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Can it be done?&lt;br /&gt;Can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;God which one is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;Always... if only...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113924629745083468?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113924629745083468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113924629745083468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113924629745083468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113924629745083468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-despondent-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113924515976637110</id><published>2006-01-28T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:59:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pissed... kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Quo Vadis - Break The Cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired... and either glad or pissed.I've been in the IT team and KCM (Knowledge &amp; Comm Mgt) Committee since I joined teaching and all my duties are IT-related. For which I am glad as it is something that I actually enjoy doing. But today I found that she had been made Vice Chair of the committee... ??? W.T.F man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I work hard (even tho I do try to dodge some work thrown my way... but if I can't, I do it quick just so I can get it over with) and I know my shite. It's IT after all! She doesn't know shite about IT. She is just pushy and naggy. Heh, maybe thats how she got the position...&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am not envious of her. In fact, I'm glad it wasn't me. Being v/c means... more responsibility &amp;amp; more paperwork. Not my thing. I prefer hands-on.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that... why didn't they appoint someone else who has been there longer than either of us and has more experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fuck it. As long as she isn't getting paid more than me, I'm fine with that lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donno why I typed this in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113924515976637110?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113924515976637110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113924515976637110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113924515976637110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113924515976637110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/01/current-mood-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113743392893915653</id><published>2006-01-17T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:52:08.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dark Haven - Revenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;for attention&lt;br /&gt;affection&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying&lt;br /&gt;of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;rejection&lt;br /&gt;hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much&lt;br /&gt;Too much&lt;br /&gt;And yet nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113743392893915653?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113743392893915653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113743392893915653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113743392893915653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113743392893915653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/01/current-mood-hurt-now-blasting-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113672456389197500</id><published>2006-01-08T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:57:31.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENT MOOD: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SOAD - Stealing Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parents, please proceed to the canteen on the first floor so we can start our assembly. You can come again later at 3 o'clock and accompany your children during recess time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in Malay...&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... ibu bapa tolong ke bawah jadi kita boleh mulakan assembly. Nanti pukul 3 boleh datang lagi ke canteen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf man?! WTF?! MAKKAO! LMFAO! I have never felt sooo stupid in my whole entire life. Mrs Kirk must've thot so too coz she gave me the weirdest fucking look EVER. So that was how my first school week of 06 began. Fauziah is gonna tease me for the rest of the year. At least she said I gave her a reason to come to work everyday LOL I hope more felt that way haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have always been a planner when it comes to work but this time I have no clue how this year is gonna go. I just got done with the whole year's lesson plans... easy coz same level as last yr. Now I just gotta deal with iCell, PDAs, enrichment progs, school website, media eqpmt maintenance, weekly CCA plans and of course... the bitch. She is tame this week but there's about 39 weeks to go... I'd like to see her TRY smthn on me again... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss last yr's grp. Siew Ling's screamings, kak Rozi's food and fcourse JANET! XOXOXO! No more "I'm busy. Go away." and "It's not my fault your son's a moron." CLASSIC! Zaini still comes and whines and complains about everything under the sun... as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azhar is the cutest frigging thing. Slower than a turtle. But cute. Chao Dong already gets on my nerves. But I am gonna keep whipping him back in line. Group points does wonders. They are all so still in the "ME!ME!ME!" phase. Cept for Atiqah. I think I'm gonna appoint her class monitor. Chermaine hugged me on Friday. Not good. I don't wanna seem too nice on the first week. Dammit lol! She fkn bounces off walls man. Can't keep still. Always giggling her socks off. I threatened to bring in ropes to tie some of them down. They think it's funny. (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/sarcastic.gif" /&gt;) lol! I should get lessons from Chris! How come HER kids NEVER EVER talk! But then again, thats not too good either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bitching but in all actuality... I miss school. (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/smile.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHIT TO DO THIS WEEKEND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call iCell and &lt;ol&gt;(a) arrange for someone to come down next week and install Activesynch and Mapking and;&lt;br /&gt;(b) conduct another training session after installation of LAN card and AS &amp; MK.&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check out school website and see if there's any minor things that can be done so it looks "revamped".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get updated school info for website. Update later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Identify LA kids for extra classes. Prepare consent forms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think of smthn for CCA Fair on Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remind teachers to check out IT eqpmts and prepare form to be given to Jax.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get update from Jax about school MOE webspace. (for TL dept)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collate ALL pictures and videos to be transferred to school server. Create backups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Identify courses I'd like to take for this yr. Print list. Total cost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get keys for library cupboard from MR Teo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare materials for this wk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lesson plan on EMAILS &amp; BLOGS!!! (for T1 &amp;amp; 2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Nadz &amp; Rat and RSVP Kamar abt wedding. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Abg Adi &amp;amp; Abg Man abt dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Print this out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man... I gotta get some kind of notebook to remind me of stuff.... grr......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Blah wrote this on Friday but clicked save as draft instead of post. I am such a dork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113672456389197500?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113672456389197500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113672456389197500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113672456389197500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113672456389197500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2006/01/current-mood-silly-now-blasting-soad.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113561701677286040</id><published>2005-12-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:10:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Soilwork - Departure Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we,&lt;br /&gt;in our childhood&lt;br /&gt;paint the world with colours&lt;br /&gt;only to realise&lt;br /&gt;it's all just black, white and gray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we,&lt;br /&gt;in our childhood and youth&lt;br /&gt;wish for time to go so fast&lt;br /&gt;but now that we're adults&lt;br /&gt;we wish for just the opposite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we,&lt;br /&gt;in our youth&lt;br /&gt;feel everything so intensely&lt;br /&gt;so immensely&lt;br /&gt;only to become numb later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we,&lt;br /&gt;in our youth&lt;br /&gt;allow ourselves to dream&lt;br /&gt;reach for the skies&lt;br /&gt;only to eventually&lt;br /&gt;fall back hard to the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we,&lt;br /&gt;ask questions&lt;br /&gt;that we know&lt;br /&gt;goes without answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladydeath.greatestjournal.com/2003/09/26/"&gt;http://ladydeath.greatestjournal.com/2003/09/26/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113561701677286040?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113561701677286040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113561701677286040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113561701677286040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113561701677286040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/12/current-mood-numb-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113533994254153399</id><published>2005-12-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:26:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/5383508/35770"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="hurt" src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/5383508/35770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Porcupine Tree - Trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;hold me...... please.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Train set and match spied under the blind&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Shiny&lt;br /&gt;and contoured the railway winds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hiss of the train at the railway head&lt;br /&gt;Always the summers are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;A 60 ton angel falls to the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pile of old metal, a radiant blur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scars in the country, the summer and her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always the summers are slipping away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me a way for making it stay&lt;br /&gt;When I hear the engine pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm kissing you wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hissing subsides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in luck&lt;br /&gt;When the evening reaches here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're tying me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dying of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/9883571-113533994254153399?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113533994254153399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113533994254153399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113533994254153399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113533994254153399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/12/current-mood-helpless-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113501403480552960</id><published>2005-12-20T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:03:01.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sacred Reich - If Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I forget&lt;br /&gt;the pain that you've caused me&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget&lt;br /&gt;the memories that you've made for me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I forget&lt;br /&gt;the hurt that you've given me&lt;br /&gt;Why won't I forget&lt;br /&gt;Why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year...&lt;br /&gt;same as the last&lt;br /&gt;time flies so fast&lt;br /&gt;feels like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;you blew me away&lt;br /&gt;and now the memories&lt;br /&gt;just fucking wont go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113501403480552960?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113501403480552960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113501403480552960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113501403480552960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113501403480552960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/12/current-mood-fucked-up-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113482349585017933</id><published>2005-12-17T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T20:45:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Opeth - The Drapery Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please remedy my confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thrust me back to the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silence of your seclusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brings night into all you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pull me down again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And guide me into pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm counting nocturnal hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drowned visions in haunted sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faint flickering of your powers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaks out to show what you keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pull me down again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And guide me into&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is failure inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This test I can't persist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kept back by the enigma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No criterias demanded here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deadly patterns made my wreath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prosperous in your ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pale ghost in the corner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pouring a caress on your shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puzzled by shrewd innocence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runs a thick tide beneath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ushered into inner graves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nails bleeding from the struggle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the end for the weak at heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lullaby for the ones who've lost all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reeling inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My gleaming eye in your necklace reflects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stare of primal regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You turn your back and you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiralling to the ground below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like Autumn leaves left in the wake to fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking up to your sound again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lapse into the ways of misery &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113482349585017933?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113482349585017933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113482349585017933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113482349585017933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113482349585017933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/12/current-mood-weird-now-blasting-opeth.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113400933185375262</id><published>2005-12-08T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:37:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 color="#813494"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; upset &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#813494"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; nothing &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113400933185375262?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113400933185375262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113400933185375262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113400933185375262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113400933185375262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/12/current-mood-upset-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113327224583243828</id><published>2005-11-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:30:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Racer X - Scarified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor=#999900&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;YOUR OBSERVATION SKILLS GET A B-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccc00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/observant-b.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your senses are pretty sharp (okay, most of the time) And it takes something big to distract you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;How Observant Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;YOUR BLOG SHOULD BE PURPLE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayin- Damn right it's all about me! It's MY blog! (&lt;IMG SRC="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/tongue.gif"&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor=#ee9e00&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;THE KEYS TO YOUR HEART&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFDAB9&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor=#B0C4DE&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;YOUR WORLD VIEW&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#E6E6FA&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;You are a happy, well-balanced person who likes people and is liked by others.&lt;br /&gt;You question whether many conventional views on morality are valid under all circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;You are essentially a content person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you consider yourself a little superior.&lt;br /&gt;You are moral by your own standards.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that morality is what best suits the occasion.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourworldviewquiz/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;What Is Your World View?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&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/9883571-113327224583243828?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113327224583243828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113327224583243828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113327224583243828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113327224583243828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/11/quizzz.html' title='Quizzz'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113319471244480849</id><published>2005-11-29T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:22:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rusty Blade - Ikrar Perwira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this is pretty interesting. They are both bands with the name AYIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ayin" target="_new"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/ayin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ayin2" target="_new"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/ayin2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be famous one day (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/tongue.gif" /&gt;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113319471244480849?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113319471244480849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113319471244480849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113319471244480849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113319471244480849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/11/current-mood-amused-now-blasting-rusty.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113294280608265280</id><published>2005-11-26T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:18:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; contemplative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Metallica - Welcome Home (Sanitarium)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to where time stands still&lt;br /&gt;No one leaves and no one will&lt;br /&gt;Moon is full, never seems to change&lt;br /&gt;just labeled mentally deranged&lt;br /&gt;Dream the same thing every night&lt;br /&gt;I see our freedom in my sight&lt;br /&gt;No locked doors, No windows barred&lt;br /&gt;No things to make my brain seem scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep my friend and you will see&lt;br /&gt;that dream is my reality&lt;br /&gt;They keep me locked up in this cage&lt;br /&gt;Cant they see it's why my brain says rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, leave me be&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build my fear of whats out there&lt;br /&gt;cannot breathe the open air&lt;br /&gt;Whisper things into my brain&lt;br /&gt;assuring me that Im insane&lt;br /&gt;They think our heads are in their hands&lt;br /&gt;but violent use brings violent plans&lt;br /&gt;Keep him tied it makes him well&lt;br /&gt;hes getting better cant you tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more can they keep us in&lt;br /&gt;Listen dammit we will win&lt;br /&gt;They see it right, they see it well&lt;br /&gt;but they think this saves us from our hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of living on&lt;br /&gt;Natives getting restless now&lt;br /&gt;Mutiny in the air&lt;br /&gt;got some death to do&lt;br /&gt;Mirror stares back hard&lt;br /&gt;Kill is such a friendly word&lt;br /&gt;Seems the only way&lt;br /&gt;for reaching out again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113294280608265280?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113294280608265280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113294280608265280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113294280608265280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113294280608265280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/11/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-113212753253873245</id><published>2005-11-16T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:10:14.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; disgusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Roadrunner United - In The Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law had a heart attack on the 5th of November. We were on the way to my hub's kampung in Malaysia and my father-in-law was driving. Suddenly, at about 1.30pm, he had a heart attack but he managed to stop the car. It wasn't as dramatic as it usually is on TV. None of us knew what was going on. Luckily, my hub knows how to drive so he drove to his grandmother's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, he did not look good at all. He couldn't move and basically, just couldn't do anything but lay there in the living room. We knew we had to get him to the hospital immediately but, nobody knew the number to call the ambulance! Can you believe it?! I simply could NOT believe that NOBODY knew the number. Even the doctor from a nearby clinic who came to the house didn't know! A doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we found out the number and the ambulance came at about 6pm. The paramedics, I assumed, walked slowly into the house and asked some of us to help carry my father-in-law onto the stretcher. By this time, I was already shaking my head at the incompetence of the healthcare officers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately arranged for a Singapore ambulance to wait for us at the Immigration Checkpoint. When we arrived in Singapore, he was RUSHED to NUH and had a surgery as they found out that 2 of the arteries leading to his heart was blocked. I assumed that it was because of smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days in the Intensive Care Unit, he passed away quietly on the 9th of November. May he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am both disgusted and disappointed at the healthcare services in Malaysia. I can only hope that what happened to my family is not a reflection of the whole country's general healthcare service. If it is, I am deeply sorry for the people living there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-113212753253873245?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/113212753253873245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=113212753253873245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113212753253873245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/113212753253873245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/11/current-mood-disgusted-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112965603310008694</id><published>2005-10-19T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:34:40.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nevermore - The River Dragon Has Spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back in contact with Sarah. She just gave birth last month! OMG! I didnt even know! But good for her hehe! Anyway check this out... SO OLD SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://203.81.37.137/~aprima/blog/photos/tss/tshirt_painting.jpg" width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! In Sec 2, all dorky and shit! This makes me feel like digging up all the old photos heh... maybe i shall (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/tongue.gif" /&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112965603310008694?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112965603310008694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112965603310008694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112965603310008694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112965603310008694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/10/current-mood-amused-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112930817194389250</id><published>2005-10-15T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:59:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;sick &amp; tired... really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so constantly sick in my entire life... ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two weeks... and every single morning, the first thing that I feel like doing is throwing up... other than the need to pee fcourse... I pee buckets now... I cant eat too much... or I'll puke... I cant eat too little... or I'll puke too... so much for fasting... Not ONE day this year... that sooo sux (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/uhoh.gif" /&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boobs hurt... my arse hurt... I sleep like a pig now too! (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;)... I wake up at 7+, send wadi to door, go back to sleep, wake up at 11, go to school, *POWERNAP!* every chance i get, go home at 6.30, break fast with wadi (not that i was fasting in the first place heh but after all that sleep... i get hungry dammit!), shower, pray, sleep at 8, wake up at 12, check work email, do work, chat, sleep at 2, wake up at 7 again... and the day repeats itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an average, I sleep like... *counts*... TWELVE HOURS A DAY!!! OMG!!! And I used to live on 4 hrs a day(&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/sarcastic.gif" /&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O it's not all complaints tho... I'm terribly excited heheh... and a bit worried sometimes coz u know... u never know stuff happens... but anyway, gonna meet gyne next wednesday and see how it goes... It's a really nice feeling (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/smile.gif" /&gt;)... Sometimes I'd fall asleep in front of the tv and wake up to find him rubbing my tummy lol... even tho it isnt that big just yet lol... ahhh... *sigh* (&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/smile.gif" /&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112930817194389250?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112930817194389250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112930817194389250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112930817194389250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112930817194389250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/10/current-mood-sick-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112827554678029282</id><published>2005-10-03T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:00:46.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Trivium - The Deceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... am... PREGNANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guerilla-audio.blasphemic.com/ayin/grin.gif" /&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112827554678029282?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112827554678029282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112827554678029282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112827554678029282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112827554678029282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/10/current-mood-excited-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112723406008472889</id><published>2005-09-21T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:01:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW BLASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nirvana - In Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay apprently what happened was... Bingjian let Chuanyao queue behind him, which was in front of Winston. Winston wasn't happy so he took Chuanyao's cap n hid it. Thats why he said Winston was stealing, before Winston gave it back. That was when Jaga came in n told them to be quiet n face the front. When she walked away, Winston muttered stupid and Jon told Jaga wat he said. That was when she scolded him and he started crying n stamping his feet. and THAT was when Jaga told him to stop acting so silly! And the rest is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Belinda, Jaga and I talked to his dad. He seemed more concerned about what triggered Winston's behaviour rather than how he handled the situation so rudely. He said the other boy shouldnt have accused him of stealing. I told him that Winston did take Chuanyao's cap. His dad was like ah but thats just kid's squabble. The 3 of us were like WTF?! Oooookayyyyy? Then he proceeded to ask what happened BEFORE that and I told hi mthat Chuanyao cut queue and that made Winston unhappy. And he said Chuanyao shouldnt have done that. I was tempted to cut him off and say "ah thats only kids squabble" but he went on and on about how that probably triggered the unexpected behaviour in Winston. OMG it was all CRAP! His son can do NOTHING wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers and I were more concerned about how he handles himself when he;s in trouble and instead his dad focused on what had triggered the reaction. DUDE! I mean COME ON! He's got YEARS of school life ahead of him and if he doesnt know how to handle a situation now, he;s never gonna learn. SOMEONE's got to teach him! His dad said someone should tell that boy not to use the word "STEAL" coz its very serious. We were like, to the boy it probably WAS serious. Theyre just kids and their vocab is obviously limited so what else can he say? In his eyes, Winston did steal his cap. Then he said teachers should have done something about that cutting queue thing. I was like we didnt even KNOW! Winston didnt even explain to the teachers what had happened. How can his dad expect us to do anything about something we're not told about? Instead of calmly tellign a teacher, he chose to throw a fucking tantrum! THAT needs some looking into. Not how the teachers handle the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it is SAD. I dont like parents beating their kids up but in this case, I do think some kind of spanking or caning is in order. And by caning i do not mean some heavy duty shit. Just a light caning would do. This may be a scare tactic but it WORKS. Kids that age do not always listen to reason so how else do we get them to listen? By scaring them. By the time they go to highschool, caning is obviously out of the question. At that age, kids are able to think and reason, therefore there is no need for caning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Jolin. She was caught shoplifting at the bookshop. Man I feel sorry for this kid. Her mom gives her 30cents everyday and packs her lunch. She isnt allowed to use the 30 cents coz its only for emergency. At the end of the day she is to return the money. Not too bad right? Okay, hear this. Everytime during exam period, if she scores less than full marks, she gets one stroke of the cane for every one mark she loses. So if she gets 80/100, she gets 20 strokes. JEEZ! Okay, the kid may be exaggerating but still? I wouldnt cane them to make them study. I would cane to correct terrible behaviour. To make them study, I would take away privileges. She said that she shoplifted coz she is jealous all her friends buys nice things from the bookshop and she cant coz her mom doesnt give her pocket money. I wish Winston's folks are this strict with him LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One too lenient and the other too strict. To each his own I guess. Their kids, their rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I still think that getting jailed for spanking ur own kid for the purpose of disciplining is TOTAL and ABSOLUTE CRAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112723406008472889?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112723406008472889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112723406008472889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112723406008472889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112723406008472889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/09/discipline-pt-2.html' title='Discipline Pt 2'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112723433805247657</id><published>2005-09-20T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:02:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch my ears!</title><content type='html'>Today I learnt something new. I learnt that if I blow my nose too hard, the germs from the mucus can travel to the ears and thus, cause an infection. This is because the mouth, nose and ears are connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after school, my left ear started hurting so badly! I thought my head was going to explode. When I reached home, I took a shower and tried to sleep it off but it still hurt. In the end, I went to see a doctor and that was what he told me. I thought he was joking but obviously, he wasnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that the infection is somewhere in the middle ear. The doctor says this will hopefully clear up after 2 or 3 days. Otherwise I will have to see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112723433805247657?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112723433805247657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112723433805247657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112723433805247657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112723433805247657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/09/ouch-my-ears.html' title='Ouch my ears!'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112699290862743502</id><published>2005-09-18T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:40:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disciplin Pt 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; RA - Every Little Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our outdoor lessons yesterday 160905. All the P1s and P2s. We had a pretty good time there. It was the lantern festival and the lanterns were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isnt why im writing here. When we got back to school, Jaga caught Winston talking to Chuanyao. Apaprently Chuanyao accused him of taking his things and Winston denied it.While Jaga was scolding away, Winston looked into his bag and muttered "Stupid". Belinda saw him and dragged his arse up. The silly boy started crying n whimpering and throwing a bloody tantrum. Belinda brought him to the back of the hall where I was. I was like ugh him again. I let Belinda handle him coz I was really tired. The boy wouldnt stop whimpering and tried to run away while he was being scolded. Belinda made him stand in a corner and tried to get him to stop bawling like that. She was like "You look awful when you do that. Stop crying!" and she said she would take a pic to show him how he looks like when he cries. And omg Winston said "If you take picture I'll KICK YOU!" and he went up to her. Halfway, I grabbed his arm and dragged him dow nto the office. I was so mad!!! OMG! Such rudeness TOTALLY PISSES ME OFF even if it isnt towards me. I was like HOW DARE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I called his mom n spoke to her about his behaviour. We made him stand there till he quietens down. Then Peck saw some blood on his neck and she asked him whered that come from. And he said I SCRATCHED HIM?! Jeez! I didnt even touch him there! And it wasnt even a scratch mark! LOL! Good thing Mrs Kirk came out and spoke to him in private. He said that I MIGHT have done it accidentally when i was dragging him. When she was done she suggested that I talk to him for a bit and so I did. Finally he said that he might have scratched himself when we were in the hot sun at Chinese Garden. The lil brat! LOL! He couldve cost me my JOB! Jeez! Now I know to be more careful around these kids... liars at such a young age. It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need to speak to Mrs Kirk about this. I dont want her to think that I'm a violent teacher lol which i am ost definitely not. But still she might think i am. UGH! Tarnish my reputation. If I was his mom i'd bloody SPANK him coz he deserves it! She thinks hes an angel. Eeesh! The kid is damn smart yes but he needs a lot of disciplining. Ah o well... another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112699290862743502?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112699290862743502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112699290862743502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112699290862743502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112699290862743502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/09/disciplin-pt-1.html' title='Disciplin Pt 1'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112634249038865530</id><published>2005-09-10T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:32:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; enthralled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ra - Fallen Angels&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely ADORE this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rafans.net/"&gt;http://rafans.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raband.net/"&gt;http://raband.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I should put up a radio blog like that... that would be cool u think?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IFRAME name=radio src="http://rafans.net/radio.blog/index.php" frameBorder=0 width=222 scrolling=no height=300&gt; &lt;/IFRAME&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112634249038865530?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112634249038865530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112634249038865530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112634249038865530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112634249038865530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/09/ra.html' title='Ra!'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112628911150299642</id><published>2005-09-10T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:05:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lonely...... as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Devil Driver - Hold Back the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as a platonic relationship. No. Never has been. Never will be.&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want. Yeah maybe I come from a long line of dinosaurs but knowing FACTS helps.&lt;br /&gt;Or does it? Fuck knows. I only know wat I know. And that doesnt seem to be getting me anywhere. Nowhere. Fucking nowhere at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112628911150299642?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112628911150299642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112628911150299642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112628911150299642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112628911150299642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/09/current-mood-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112464771074597713</id><published>2005-08-22T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T02:09:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chaoswave - Swept Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;but ur not here for me&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;but i cant get away from here&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;more than anyone can ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing&lt;br /&gt;everything i thought was real&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;from my own self destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it me???&lt;br /&gt;Why must you always do this???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112464771074597713?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112464771074597713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112464771074597713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112464771074597713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112464771074597713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/08/current-mood-depressed-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112405014270241471</id><published>2005-08-15T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T04:12:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 color="#813494"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;sad &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#813494"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; BLS - Rust &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that shines... turn to rust...&lt;br /&gt;All that stands in time... turns to dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112405014270241471?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112405014270241471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112405014270241471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112405014270241471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112405014270241471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/08/current-moodsad-now-blasting-bls-rust.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112386729141576885</id><published>2005-08-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T03:38:52.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War? WMD? WTF???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; disgusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GNR - Civil War&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER BELIEVE ALL YOU READ IMO. It's NEVER only facts. No matter how factual it may seem, there's always someone at the end of that pen who has his own mind and opinion. Inevitably these thoughts and frustrations get spilt onto the paper which unsurprisingly turn into "facts".&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone ever justify the happenings in Iraq, I will never understand. How can anyone SUPPORT that insanity, I will NEVER understand.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that nukes and WMDs are not the only weapons terrorists use. However, point in fact, that was the MAIN reason why US set foot in Iraq a cpl of years back. In search of these now-proven-non-fkn-existent WMDS. And now Iran??? You may think, why not North Korea? Because they dont wanna get their arses blasted sky-high without so much of a fight, thats why. And thinking that the civilians are GLAD the US military are there? Think again. Those people were not jumping with joy that they were "saved" by the US. Funny how the media can twist and portray a short video clip to their advantage. And even funnier that people believe what they see...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising that this planet is populated with such dense stupidity frightens me. Depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;And downright pisses me off....&lt;br /&gt;I should quit reading all this crap.... lol&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah BTW... some interesting readings...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thread Subject: China beefing up. &lt;a href="http://stonerrock.com/forums2/allposts.asp?summary=1&amp;Forum=ap883406056&amp;amp;ID=1269719&amp;access=2&amp;amp;status=1&amp;StartAt=0&amp;amp;subject=China+beefing+up%2E" target="'_new"&gt;http://stonerrock.com/forums2/allposts.asp?summary=1&amp;Forum=ap883406056&amp;amp;ID=1269719&amp;access=2&amp;amp;status=1&amp;StartAt=0&amp;amp;subject=China+beefing+up%2E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thread Subject: iranian weapons found in iraq &lt;a href="http://stonerrock.com/forums2/allposts.asp?summary=1&amp;Forum=ap883406056&amp;amp;ID=1267307&amp;access=2&amp;amp;status=1&amp;StartAt=0&amp;amp;subject=iranian+weapons+found+in+iraq" target="'_new"&gt;http://stonerrock.com/forums2/allposts.asp?summary=1&amp;Forum=ap883406056&amp;amp;ID=1267307&amp;access=2&amp;amp;status=1&amp;StartAt=0&amp;amp;subject=iranian+weapons+found+in+iraq&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thread Subject: IRAQ: 'It Takes A Village To Run An Insurgency'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stonerrock.com/forums2/allposts.asp?summary=1&amp;Forum=ap883406056&amp;amp;ID=1269616&amp;access=2&amp;amp;status=1&amp;StartAt=0&amp;amp;subject=IRAQ%3A+%60It+Takes+A+Village+To+Run+An+Insurgency%60" target="_new"&gt;http://stonerrock.com/forums2/allposts.asp?summary=1&amp;Forum=ap883406056&amp;amp;ID=1269616&amp;access=2&amp;amp;status=1&amp;StartAt=0&amp;amp;subject=IRAQ%3A+%60It+Takes+A+Village+To+Run+An+Insurgency%60&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's so civil about war anyway?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112386729141576885?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112386729141576885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112386729141576885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112386729141576885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112386729141576885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/08/war-wmd-wtf.html' title='War? WMD? WTF???'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112347671443839221</id><published>2005-08-08T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:07:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quizzes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;A HREF="http://www.myspace.com/divinesouls" TARGET="_new"&gt;Divine Souls - Empty Words&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD bgColor=#fea7b6&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: white" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 49% pure&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD bgColor=#ffced6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kissingpurity/kiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;You're not one to kiss and tell... But word is, you kiss pretty well.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=2 cellPadding=10 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR bgColor=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=verdana,arial,helvetica size=2 color=#ffffff&gt;What High Schooler are you?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#505a84 size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rebel&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hey, you are a rebel. You never cared to follow the rules. You most likely spent a lot of time in dentention, or you managed to get yourself out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=83"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz83outcome2.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=83"&gt;&lt;FONT face=verdana color=white size=1&gt;&lt;B&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=verdana color=#c0c0c0 size=1&gt;Brought to you by &lt;A href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp"&gt;&lt;FONT color=white&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eee9e9&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: white" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;You Are a Freedom Rocker!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD bgColor=#fffafa&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/freedom-rocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;You're stuck in the 70s - for better or worse Crazy hair, pot soaked clothes, and tons of groupies Your kind showed the world how to rock Is that freedom rock?... Well turn it up man!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#b9d3ee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: white" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD bgColor=#c6e2ff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative. You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential. Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them. As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD bgColor=#e1e1e1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;You are dignified, spiritual, and wise. Always unsatisfied, you constantly try to better yourself. You are also a seeker of knowledge and often buried in books. You tend to be philosophical, looking for the big picture in life. You dream of inner peace for yourself, your friends, and the world. A good friend, you always give of yourself first.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#fff774&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: white" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your IQ Is 115&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD bgColor=#fffcca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.quizdiva.net/iq/iq.gif"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;B&gt;Exceptional&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;B&gt;Exceptional&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;B&gt;Exceptional&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;B&gt;Above Average&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112347671443839221?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112347671443839221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112347671443839221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112347671443839221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112347671443839221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-quizzes.html' title='More Quizzes!!!'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112339246119584763</id><published>2005-08-07T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T13:27:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Riot - Cover Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss my online friends... so busy with shit, i dont have much time for anything much anymore. Sux...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112339246119584763?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112339246119584763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112339246119584763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112339246119584763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112339246119584763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/08/current-mood-down-now-blasting-riot.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112295123915622898</id><published>2005-08-02T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:53:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReTaWdZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SYL-Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of experience in chatrooms and forums, I have come to the conclusion that... &lt;strong&gt;PeOpLe who taWk liKe diZ aRe ReTaWdZ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tr0o! Maybe they think its 733T or something... or that its incredibly cool to be seen chatting with a "difference"... "non-konformation of da herd"... Or maybe I shouldnt be too overly critical... Maybe they're suffering from some kind of typing deficiency or lack of brain to fingers coordination... Otherwise.... WTF!!! I mean DUDE!!!!!!! Are you LANGUAGE IMPAIRED?!?!?! Goddamn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am late for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112295123915622898?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112295123915622898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112295123915622898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112295123915622898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112295123915622898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/08/retawdz_02.html' title='ReTaWdZ'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112230474446661912</id><published>2005-07-25T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:24:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSSEDDDD OUTTTT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; fkn exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sonata Arctica - Letter To Dana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Weekend just passed and I dont feel refreshed... at all. I'm so fkn tired. So many things to do. We just coordinated the Racial Harmony Day events. I went to like 2 workshops in the past week. Another one tmrw. Then there's the P5 camp frm 2nd to 5th Aug. We have to stay either 7am - 11am, then go to school as usual. OR go to school as usual then go to camp 10pm - 7am. I have to say this... That is FUCKING INSANE. Then another workshop before school on 4th Aug. WITS presentation on 5th Aug. Oh and a doc's appt this wednesday. But I cant go coz I have IT enrichment class. Have to reschedule.&lt;br /&gt;OH... also... bought a new system. Not working. Hub is pissed. I am pissed. Heh yay...&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, some ppl think my job is easy. Sure, just go into class and nag here n there. Shove worksheets down their throats. Tolerate a bit of screaming and whining. And maybe even HOPE that they learn smthn...&lt;br /&gt;Overworked and underpaid. Peanuts, indeed. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I have a splitting headache. My tummy hurts. I feel like shit. Alone. And overwhelmed. It can only get better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112230474446661912?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112230474446661912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112230474446661912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112230474446661912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112230474446661912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/07/stresssedddd-outttt.html' title='STRESSSEDDDD OUTTTT'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112161467041505989</id><published>2005-07-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:37:50.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canon Digifest workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Skid Row - I Remember You&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at 7pm, hub and I went to a Canon Digifest workshop at CCK.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a film-making workshop. I learnt a great deal of stuff there... the various types of camera shots eg. close-up, high angle, low angle blablabla. Then Wendy, the instructor, explained the various aspects of film-making - pre, during and post production work.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had hands-on activities. We had to get ourselves into groups and shoot some scenes from around the area. We were in a group with these two apeks. One of them brought his daughter along. She was annoying as shit. Anyway... we came back and edited the movie using Adobe Premiere. It wasn't too difficult for me n the hub as we have had experience using similar softwares. The final product wasn't brilliant or anything but it was alright. At least now I've learnt the the techniques of making a video sort of go together with the beat of a song.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty damn excited. I can't wait to teach my kids how to do all this. I have 2 weeks to get them finish a project. They're gonna need lots of handholding lol!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... I dont believe im getting excited over more work... (&lt;IMG SRC="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375710/35770"&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112161467041505989?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112161467041505989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112161467041505989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112161467041505989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112161467041505989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/07/canon-digifest-workshop.html' title='Canon Digifest workshop'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112119620179867514</id><published>2005-07-13T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T03:26:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; numb&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayim Raspatul has passed on...&lt;br /&gt;Still hasnt sunk in yet...&lt;br /&gt;No words...&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;Innalillahiwa inna ilaihi roji'un...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112119620179867514?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112119620179867514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112119620179867514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112119620179867514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112119620179867514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/07/current-mood-numb-ayim-raspatul-has.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112075233738551101</id><published>2005-07-07T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:05:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Poison - Life Goes On&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost the keys to all my cupboards in school and my wallet and cellphone and other personal belongings are still in there right now i spent an hour after school till like half past 7 pm looking for the bloody keys till the school attendant had to shoo me off coz she had to go home and i wanted to bring home some of the DV tapes that i have in there so i can find where the clip of our outdoor lesson to the science centre is so that i can hand it over to the vice principal of my school coz she PERSONALLY asked me for it earlier today and she wanted it TOMORROW i burned the clips on a CD-rom last month but when i brought it home yesterday IT WOULDNT FKN OPEN!!! so i have to look through AAALLLLLLLL the DV tapes i got in the cupboard again but now i cant bring them home and check it all and i feel pretty damn shitty coz i wouldve gotten a lot more work done right now IF I JUST HADNT LOST THE KEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed out can u tell???????? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112075233738551101?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112075233738551101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112075233738551101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112075233738551101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112075233738551101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/07/current-mood-stressed-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112038259085152276</id><published>2005-07-03T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:26:31.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Amorphis - Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont understand how a person can make promises...&lt;br /&gt;and then break them...&lt;br /&gt;feel no guilt about it...&lt;br /&gt;and does nothing to make up for it...&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a human being is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112038259085152276?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112038259085152276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112038259085152276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112038259085152276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112038259085152276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/07/promises.html' title='Promises...'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112024712941949707</id><published>2005-07-02T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:48:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Suicidal Tendencies - Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;I booked the tickets... alone&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the cinema... alone&lt;br /&gt;I walked home... alone&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I'm concerned...&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie... alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A room full of people,&lt;br /&gt;can't nobody help me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I just need...&lt;br /&gt;Someone to take my hand and pick me up when I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Someone to take my heart and give it a home&lt;br /&gt;Someone to be with me and help me through the times when I'm down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Someone to be with me when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone is the way I live&lt;br /&gt;It's not the way I want it but I know I can't give in&lt;br /&gt;Alone is the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing quite as sad as&lt;br /&gt;A person that's alone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112024712941949707?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112024712941949707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112024712941949707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112024712941949707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112024712941949707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/07/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-112015261584098371</id><published>2005-07-01T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:33:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue Session with #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Amorphis - Tuonela&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... its been a while since ive heard Amorphis... I used to like every song on this album but now so far i like only one lol&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, dialogue session with #1 tmrw. He said to prepare anything that we would like to discuss but i have no clue wat to prepare. I pretty much take all my duties in stride. It's part of the job isnt it? I'm not gonna make it more difficult for myself by bitching and whining.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT Level Rep for P2. In charge of video and archiving or images and videos of school events. Now I have to maintain and update school website as well. That amongst many other things a teacher already has to do. Gonna teach the kids how to blog but first, I have to find time to do it on top of normal curriculum. Looks like i'm gonna have to get them to come back before school.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh straying here... *erm*... dialogue session... I'm pretty much happy with the school. At least he doesnt seem so racially biased as one whom i have previously worked for. He is very reflective and seems to be a reasonable person, even though he has set high goals for the school, I am wary as to whether they are achievable. But I'm not gonna mention all that tmrw fcourse lol Not gonna tell the man how to do his job. Not that I know how heh. Am just contented in my own lil cube.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, lets just hope everything goes well tmrw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-112015261584098371?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112015261584098371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=112015261584098371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112015261584098371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/112015261584098371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/07/dialogue-session-with-1.html' title='Dialogue Session with #1'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111972033462146664</id><published>2005-06-26T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:25:34.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANGEROUS MINDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not carry myself down to die&lt;br /&gt;When I go to my grave my head will be high"&lt;br /&gt;Lu-Ann tried hard to make them see&lt;br /&gt;That they have the power to make their lives be&lt;br /&gt;The problem not only lies in the system&lt;br /&gt;The problem also lies deep within them&lt;br /&gt;But that's not where the problem end&lt;br /&gt;Sapiens like the principal who's rated ten&lt;br /&gt;On the scale of snobby, arrogant, stink-breaths&lt;br /&gt;Who unwittingly drove Emilio to his death&lt;br /&gt;What's a stupid knock on the door&lt;br /&gt;compared to the voices of the poor&lt;br /&gt;Which broke through the hardened wall of pride&lt;br /&gt;instead of running off to hide?&lt;br /&gt;And the twins' fucked-up mother&lt;br /&gt;who hadn't a thought to bother&lt;br /&gt;About making her son's future bright&lt;br /&gt;coz she thinks poetry just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Though life ain't smooth for all of us&lt;br /&gt;It takes real guts to get on that bus&lt;br /&gt;Coz those who doesn't will only mean&lt;br /&gt;that they'll end up just like Mr.Tambourine&lt;br /&gt;How life approaches does not matter&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to make it better......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;051195&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,&lt;br /&gt;In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,&lt;br /&gt;Vanished from my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to meet&lt;br /&gt;And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,&lt;br /&gt;My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,&lt;br /&gt;My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels&lt;br /&gt;To be wanderin'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade&lt;br /&gt;Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,&lt;br /&gt;I promise to go under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,&lt;br /&gt;It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run&lt;br /&gt;And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.&lt;br /&gt;And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're&lt;br /&gt;Seein' that he's chasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,&lt;br /&gt;The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,&lt;br /&gt;Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,&lt;br /&gt;Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,&lt;br /&gt;With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,&lt;br /&gt;Let me forget about today until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bob Dylan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111972033462146664?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111972033462146664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111972033462146664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111972033462146664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111972033462146664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/dangerous-minds.html' title='Dangerous Minds'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111931831200224488</id><published>2005-06-21T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:52:35.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tori Amos - Jackie's Strength&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent taken quizzes like this in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 12pt century gothic; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: October 21&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 10pt century gothic; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. You are affectionate and loving, but very sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="280" align="center" border="1"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;You Are 25 Years Old&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Dammit!* LOL!(&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375710/35770" /&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: century gothic" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f5ff"&gt;Heavy Metal: Highest Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;90's Alternative: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;Hair Bands: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;80's Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;90's Pop: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Classic Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Progressive Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Punk: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111931831200224488?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111931831200224488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111931831200224488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111931831200224488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111931831200224488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111911934319105337</id><published>2005-06-19T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T02:29:03.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Shadow's Fall - The Light That Blinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a 3D2N trip from KL a cpl of hours ago. MAN I did soooooo much shopping!!! LOL! We stayed at the Berjaya Times Square Hotel and pretty much explored the place on our own. There are FOUR LRTs there &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375710/35770" /&gt; can u believe it??? So it got a bit confusing and we got tired walkign everywhere but nonetheless we had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places we went to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Berjaya Times Square Shopping Centre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well this isnt hard to find since its just below our hotel. Dude it is soooo hugeeeeee! Took us a whole day to look at every single store! One thing I found funny was that above every store name, they state what kind of store it is eg "Kedai Cenderamata" &amp; "Kedai Beg". Hehe which is pretty cool so even if its closed you know what kind of store it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme Park @Berjaya Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roller coaster is INSANE!!! &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375711/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375711/35770" /&gt; I LOVE IT!!! We rode it twice coz the first time he closed his eyes when we went round the loop! There were a cpl of other crazy rides. He got sick after the 3rd ride but I wanted more lol! Now that I think of it, there weren't many rides butits the best theme park I've been to so far. We made a cpl of new friends, Bill and his silent friend from Oz and a cpl of guys from Saudi. There was one ride where we turn 360 degrees forward like 3 times straight. That was awesome!!! lol!I thought I was gonna fall off! The grill that made us stay put was on pretty damn tight too! After the ride, Bill was like &lt;em&gt;"This is balls. I'm going back to the roller coaster!"&lt;/em&gt; LOL! Damn, Singapore should build something like that. Even he said that there's nothing much to do in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KLCC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The building looks totally solid!!! lol! Lots of hi-class boutiques. Kinda like Paradigm (beside HMV)... we didnt buy anything there... just took in the view and atmosphere. We didnt get to cross the bridge betwee nthe 2 towers coz it was pretty crowded but o well maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Campbell Complex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This place is like Queensway! HAH! There's this CD shop and the nyonya totally impressed me with her METAL knowledge lol! We wee walking around when we heard this GREAT tune so we looked in the CD shop and asked who she's playing. I thought it was Anthrax but turned out it's Shadow's Fall's latest release. We bought it... + a Dark Tranquillity VCD + Carcass VCD + VADER VCD!!! Oh, we got some patches too! In flames + SOAD + Arch Enemy + oh get this... A MANIFEST PATCH!!! &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt; LMAO!!! I was looking around for some good patches and THERE IT WAS right at the top of the wall! I poked Wadi and he was more shocked than I was lol! The nyonya then went on and on about "that band" only releasing one album and then *poof!*. Needless to say, we got one for ourselves. &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375713/35770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Masjid India &amp;amp; Masjid Jamek&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Masjid Jamek is a huuuuuuuuuge mosque! Beautiful and very spacious. Mom mentioned something about going to Masjid India and we came across it while shopping. I didnt see many Indians there at all. Strange that it is called that lol! And the area around there, phew! CHEAP SHOPPING GALORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I cannot get over is how cute the pedestrian lights are!!! When it is red, the red man stand there quietly but when it turns green, the green man starts walking!!! HOW CUTE IS THAT!!! LOL!&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely go there again. We didn't get to go to Bukit Bintang and a cpl of other places. Plus, I dont mind going to the theme park again hehe! We should do this more often mwahahhaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111911934319105337?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111911934319105337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111911934319105337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111911934319105337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111911934319105337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/trip-to-kl.html' title='Trip to KL'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111885667571000232</id><published>2005-06-16T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T01:31:15.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is imminent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; remorseful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Soilwork - Weapon of Vanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not human&lt;br /&gt;...we are puppets&lt;br /&gt;We are not big&lt;br /&gt;...we are tiny&lt;br /&gt;We are not progressing&lt;br /&gt;...we are lagging&lt;br /&gt;We are not powerful&lt;br /&gt;...we are weak&lt;br /&gt;We are not living&lt;br /&gt;...we are dying&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is imminent&lt;br /&gt;When will we wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saminah Bte Sadali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1921 - 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111885667571000232?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111885667571000232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111885667571000232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111885667571000232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111885667571000232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/death-is-imminent.html' title='Death is imminent...'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111877633703164560</id><published>2005-06-15T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:26:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purity Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Negative Creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this link when I was looking up stories behind songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crimescene.com/purity/" target="_new"&gt;http://www.crimescene.com/purity/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The utter sickness of the human mind&lt;br /&gt;Never ceases to amaze me, shock me, nauseate me&lt;br /&gt;Burying a young girl of 20, in a wooden box&lt;br /&gt;alive...&lt;br /&gt;my God, what the hell is WRONG with PEOPLE???&lt;br /&gt;Why do they do SICK SHIT like this??????&lt;br /&gt;What is this world coming to???&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375709/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375709/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375709/35770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astargfirullah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maze...psychopathic daze... I create this waste&lt;br /&gt;Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic ways...&lt;br /&gt;can't escape this place... I deny your face&lt;br /&gt;Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me in a homemade cellar&lt;br /&gt;Put me in a hole for shelter&lt;br /&gt;Someone hear me please,&lt;br /&gt;all I see is hate I can hardly breathe,&lt;br /&gt;and I can hardly take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSONMYFACEOVERBEARING&lt;br /&gt;ICAN'TGETOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost...ran at my own cost... hearing laughter, scoffed&lt;br /&gt;Learning from the rush, detached from such and such&lt;br /&gt;Bleak...all around me, weak...listening, incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I am not a dog, but I'm the one your dogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a buried kennel&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so final&lt;br /&gt;Someone find me please, losing all reserve&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking gone, I think I'm fucking dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all stare, but you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;There is something inside me&lt;br /&gt;There is something in you I despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut me - show me - enter - I am&lt;br /&gt;willing and able and never any danger to myself&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain&lt;br /&gt;Or was my tolerance a phase?&lt;br /&gt;Empathy, out of my way I can't die Purity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipknot - Purity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111877633703164560?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111877633703164560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111877633703164560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111877633703164560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111877633703164560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/purity-knight.html' title='Purity Knight'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111833920649602993</id><published>2005-06-10T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:53:35.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't need to bother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; unloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stone Sour - Bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I was too dead to cry&lt;br /&gt;My self affliction fades&lt;br /&gt;Stones to throw at my creator&lt;br /&gt;Masochists to which I cater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to bother&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep slipping farther&lt;br /&gt;But once I hold on&lt;br /&gt;I wont let go till it bleeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was too dead to care&lt;br /&gt;If indeed I cared at all&lt;br /&gt;Never had a voice to protest&lt;br /&gt;So you fed me shit to digest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a reason&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are open season&lt;br /&gt;For this I gave up trying&lt;br /&gt;One good turn deserves my dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish Id died instead of lived&lt;br /&gt;A zombie hides my face&lt;br /&gt;Shell forgotten&lt;br /&gt;With its memories&lt;br /&gt;Diaries left&lt;br /&gt;With cryptic entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to bother&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep slipping farther&lt;br /&gt;But once I hold on&lt;br /&gt;I'll never live down my deceit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111833920649602993?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111833920649602993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111833920649602993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111833920649602993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111833920649602993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-dont-need-to-bother.html' title='You don&apos;t need to bother...'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111802528234687941</id><published>2005-06-06T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T10:34:42.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; giddy (coz I just got up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birds chirping at my window&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! Two more days and then im done with school!&lt;br /&gt;Well... for the next 2 weeks at least...&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Nadz and Rathiah... Havent hung out with them in EONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone will drive....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/4159651/35770" width="306" height="240"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111802528234687941?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111802528234687941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111802528234687941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111802528234687941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111802528234687941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/current-mood-giddy-coz-i-just-got-up.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111799257455969078</id><published>2005-06-06T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:34:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; depressed &amp;amp; annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Meshuggah - In Death-Is Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it sickening&lt;br /&gt;how we have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;that everything's&lt;br /&gt;candies and jelly beans&lt;br /&gt;Even if it feels like the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it revolting&lt;br /&gt;how we have to smile&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like turning&lt;br /&gt;your insides out&lt;br /&gt;and going insanely wild?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it fucking annoying&lt;br /&gt;how we laugh and turn away&lt;br /&gt;when elders speak of us&lt;br /&gt;but we cant do anything&lt;br /&gt;coz if we do, somehow we'll pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it disgusting&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it sickening&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it revolting&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it fucking annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, do I sit here and take it?&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 style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like to die,&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to stop breathing?&lt;br /&gt;To be free of all the pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;From a soul that can't stop bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know a kind of place&lt;br /&gt;Where there are no tears?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where to go to vanquish your fears?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to be a bird, to grow wings and to fly?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like to roam free,&lt;br /&gt;To go wherever in the big blue sky?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I can smile&lt;br /&gt;Without having to pretend?&lt;br /&gt;To find serenity and peace&lt;br /&gt;Where my sorrow will finally end?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to bury your hate,&lt;br /&gt;To quench the fire of abhorrence?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where I can go&lt;br /&gt;To heal the gaping wound in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what can I do&lt;br /&gt;Before frustration tears me apart?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I can cope with life&lt;br /&gt;Without breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I can face another day&lt;br /&gt;Without a frown?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the answers to these questions&lt;br /&gt;Would be a big help to many?&lt;br /&gt;But do you know that many would have to live&lt;br /&gt;Without answers to any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 120898 - 0015hrs -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111799257455969078?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111799257455969078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111799257455969078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111799257455969078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111799257455969078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/current-mood-depressed-annoyed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111781852943079719</id><published>2005-06-04T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:08:49.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; headachey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SOAD! SOAD! SOAD!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something by an anonymous writer that I would like to remember...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steps to Happiness Everybody Knows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be all things to all people.&lt;br /&gt;You can't do all things at once.&lt;br /&gt;You can't do all things equally well.&lt;br /&gt;You can't do all things better than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;You have to find out who you are, and be that.&lt;br /&gt;You have to decide what comes first, and do that.&lt;br /&gt;You have to discover your strengths, and use them.&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn not to compete with others,&lt;br /&gt;Because no one else is in the contest of being you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;You will have learned to live with your limitations.&lt;br /&gt;You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be a most vital mortal.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111781852943079719?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111781852943079719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111781852943079719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111781852943079719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111781852943079719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/steps-to-happiness.html' title='Steps to Happiness'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111780112856878393</id><published>2005-06-03T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:13:11.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels? Moi???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be out of my mind or smthn...&lt;br /&gt;I bought my first pair of more-than-an-inch heels..................&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck knows lol&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its about time i grow up and be a "woman" LOL&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know is my calves are gonna get some workout ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/4138927/35770" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111780112856878393?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111780112856878393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111780112856878393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111780112856878393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111780112856878393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/heels-moi.html' title='Heels? Moi???'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111764680264015979</id><published>2005-06-02T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:11:29.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SOAD - Mesmerize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i stand&lt;br /&gt;here i stand aside&lt;br /&gt;watch the worlds collide&lt;br /&gt;watch the lands turn red&lt;br /&gt;bleeding from the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i stand&lt;br /&gt;in rags and disarray&lt;br /&gt;as metal bins pass my way&lt;br /&gt;as aliens look for prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you insist?&lt;br /&gt;why do you resist?&lt;br /&gt;why can't you desist?&lt;br /&gt;why wont you just cease?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i stand&lt;br /&gt;crying humanity&lt;br /&gt;watching insanity&lt;br /&gt;yearning tranquility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i stand&lt;br /&gt;watching,listening&lt;br /&gt;thinking, feeling&lt;br /&gt;right, wrong&lt;br /&gt;not for long&lt;br /&gt;not for long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111764680264015979?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111764680264015979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111764680264015979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111764680264015979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111764680264015979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/06/crying-humanity.html' title='Crying Humanity'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111718686857683407</id><published>2005-05-27T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:41:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muniandy Productions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GNR - Coma&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Day 2 of the ICE Festival. We had to be in school by 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the interesting part. We viewed a short clip of Paruk (taxi driver), Siew Yee(neighbour), Santhi (Kalaidevi - victim), Har Lai (Mdm Gong/Toto Queen/Best Friend) and Swee Lian (maid. NEWS + interviews with suspects.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the various groups - Ice Kachang (my grp!), Ice Mountain, Ice Jelly and Ice Mocha were divided into sub groups - Walk (me!), Bus 1, Bus 2 and Car.We were then sent on a clue hunting spree. LOL it was pretty fun. My group had to walk around and look for the place where the "victim" had breakfast and met up with her maid. The other groups had to go elsewhere to look for "clues".&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, we met back in school and tried to piece all the clues together. Then we presented our cases to everyone, the most hilarious being Roslan's group. They came up with the most scandalous story ever lol! - Victim had a relationship with taxi driver who conspired with Mdm Gong to murder Kalaidevi for her money and Mdm Gong had an affair with Kalaidevi's husband to get the rest of the money. And watch out! In Episode 2, husband will also get murdered LOL. Hilarious shit!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning point :-&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know my colleagues better. I learnt the name of a Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that there's still a lot to learn about other cultures even though I have been exposed to them all my life.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun activity even for someone my age and I really don't mind doing all that again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111718686857683407?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111718686857683407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111718686857683407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111718686857683407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111718686857683407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/05/muniandy-productions.html' title='Muniandy Productions!'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111676144092199281</id><published>2005-05-22T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:54:47.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;first time that we met ~&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take my eyes of you ~&lt;br /&gt;o i knew u were the one for me&lt;/i&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i knew&lt;br /&gt;but i did it anyway&lt;br /&gt;u know u know&lt;br /&gt;but you went ahead anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldve known&lt;br /&gt;i shouldve known&lt;br /&gt;things were not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;u shouldve known&lt;br /&gt;u shouldve known&lt;br /&gt;better than to let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew oh i knew&lt;br /&gt;i would end up feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;i knew i knew&lt;br /&gt;i was leading myself astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why oh why&lt;br /&gt;Did i let this shit be?&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why&lt;br /&gt;Did i refuse to see?&lt;br /&gt;Why Why Why&lt;br /&gt;Did i ignore reality?&lt;br /&gt;Why fucking why&lt;br /&gt;Did i indulge in this fantasy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jellies and candies&lt;br /&gt;Hammers and knives&lt;br /&gt;.... .. ....&lt;br /&gt;.. .... ........ .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111676144092199281?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111676144092199281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111676144092199281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111676144092199281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111676144092199281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/05/current-mood-hurt-now-blasting-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111625961371765012</id><published>2005-05-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:06:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SYL - Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE...is a way of feeling&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is a way of feeling less alone&lt;br /&gt;So what's all the fuss about?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;the paradox of needing&lt;br /&gt;OH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;MAKE WAY FOR BREEDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I stand for;&lt;br /&gt;I STAND FOR ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for the nigiht to come&lt;br /&gt;So far, suicide at home&lt;br /&gt;For I'm not the man you know&lt;br /&gt;This love it's about control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WHAT A FEELING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH WHAT A FEEDING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Know the chosen ones ARE HERE!&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111625961371765012?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111625961371765012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111625961371765012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111625961371765012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111625961371765012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/05/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111582867607938598</id><published>2005-05-12T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:26:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sonata Arctica - Full Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should learn to take the same shit they dish out.&lt;br /&gt;If they can't... too fkn bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for you...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then... i ending up feeling sorry for myself too...&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's nothing I can do to help if you dont wanna help urself...&lt;br /&gt;And if you dont wanna help urself...&lt;br /&gt;i suffer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111582867607938598?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111582867607938598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111582867607938598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111582867607938598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111582867607938598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/05/current-mood-pissed-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111479314933501842</id><published>2005-04-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:45:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwiday I'm in Wuv!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; GLAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sonata Arctica - Wild Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I am sooo glad it's the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a tan today. Not that I didn't think I'm dark enuf heh... now there's a nice tan line on my arms fom my sleeves... Oh it was Sports Day... had it at CCK Stadium... Lovely place... morning sun shone dead straight at the stands... so everyone got fried early Friday morning tralalala~ lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got shitloads of work to do... but it's on bloody hold coz yeah... u guessed it... my brain is fried... thanks to the sun lol... Anyhoot... all has to be done this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird everytime i see her around colleagues... so fake... i guess im too... intrapersonal?... i dont think anyone at work knows me at all... sometimes it bothers me... sometimes it doesnt... i donno... im PMSing... usually doesnt bug me but kinda did today... PMSing sux... sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well hell... who cares eh?... wtvr Ayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fwiday friday~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111479314933501842?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111479314933501842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111479314933501842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111479314933501842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111479314933501842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/fwiday-im-in-wuv.html' title='Fwiday I&apos;m in Wuv!'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111453308234775163</id><published>2005-04-27T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T00:40:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sick but loved&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lifehouse - Only One&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt work today... well actually... didnt &lt;b&gt;GO&lt;/b&gt; to work... but still graded papers... hey its still work &lt;IMG SRC="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375710/35770"&gt;...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a mom's love... i love my mom... she gave me new bedspread and stuff... how the hell did she put up with me in my teenage years i'll never know lol... I just called her at midnight... about 10 mins ago... she was asleep... but i had to say thank you and i love you when im still feeling it so much... i guess i can be mean at times... sometimes she irritates me... but only coz shes just being a mom lol... u know... the usual... naggings and stuff... but God i LOVE her... I would do anything for her if she would only tell me... but the only stuff she wants me to do for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... is for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to be a better person... thats all... how does one become so selfless???&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY MOM!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;*sobs-happytears-sobs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375712/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375712/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375712/35770" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111453308234775163?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111453308234775163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111453308234775163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111453308234775163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111453308234775163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/mommys-girl.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111418587571638868</id><published>2005-04-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:07:25.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; amused and satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Judas Priest - Eulogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my lesson observation with my RO. I think it went pretty well. Havent had the chance to do a post conference with her just yet. Just to see what she thinks of my lesson. Winston was more talkative than usual ugh... of all the days to misbehave... but at least he was quite entertaining lol. During the activity (making a Feelings poster), I sat on one of the tables and looked thru a magazine. Then all of a sudden Kanric popped up from under the magazine, and almost leaned on my leg! LOL! He showed this little picture of spongebob grinning and asked if he could paste the picture under the "HAPPY" category. LOL he is SO CUTE! I just grinned and nodded lol! Gotta love these kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before school I talked to Eliza's mother. She shared her concerns about her daughter. Apparently, yesterday when she asked Eliza how was school, the lil girl broke down and cried. When asked what was wrong, she said that she had no friends... &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375714/35770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza is a quiet girl. She had spent 5 years of her life in China and attended kindergarten there. From what I know, the class size there is much MUCH less than the ones here. I have 43 kids in my class. She is naturally shy and don't really talk to others so I don't blame her for being lonely. Poor thing... On top of that,Natasha apparently has been telling some of the girls not to talk to her. The naughty girl lol! So I had a talk with Natasha and she cried and promised not to do that again. Ah the kids are good at heart but kids will be kids u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza's mom then said that she is glad that I am Eliza's English teacher coz judging from the replies and comments that I write in her journal book, she said she knows that I really do care for the kids' well-being. Wow I was speechless lol! I was overwhelmed with such a great sense of satisfaction. For some reason I just felt really happy that SOMEONE notices... not that I was hoping to impress anyone. I truly love these kids. They are so bright and they come to school everyday with big grins on their faces. That is enough to make my day everyday... &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375712/35770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Elin, who was in the same class as Eliza last year, about trying to include her in their activities so she won't feel so left-out and lonely. Elin is such a nice girl. So responsible and reliable and I know I can depend on her to get things done. And these kids are only 7 going on 8!!! Amazing... such amazing lil creatures. I love them! &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375707/35770" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111418587571638868?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111418587571638868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111418587571638868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111418587571638868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111418587571638868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-kids.html' title='I love kids!'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111401714669331837</id><published>2005-04-21T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:20:10.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Judas Priest - Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Just tired...&lt;br /&gt;Of anything and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to carry&lt;br /&gt;Too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;Too much&lt;br /&gt;Too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint my world&lt;br /&gt;with colours&lt;br /&gt;but everything always turn grey&lt;br /&gt;brown... black...&lt;br /&gt;So why do I let it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just tired...&lt;br /&gt;Of anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111401714669331837?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111401714669331837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111401714669331837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111401714669331837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111401714669331837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111387907308026407</id><published>2005-04-19T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:52:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Carcass - Blackstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes lol for once, that is my current mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blackstar the light never shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle black star!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thots.. random thots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RO observation on Friday... I feel like I'm back in NIE doing practicum... cept that I have lost all ability to think of a "creative" lesson plan... aughhh! Should I do Math or English? What activity? I've pretty much almost finished all I'm supposed to finish by SA1... cept for corrections... ahhhh I don't wanna think! I'll worry about this later...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111387907308026407?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111387907308026407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111387907308026407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111387907308026407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111387907308026407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/current-mood-happy-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111349893048917388</id><published>2005-04-15T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:15:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bruce Dickenson - Soul Intruders&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I just can't walk away......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111349893048917388?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111349893048917388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111349893048917388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111349893048917388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111349893048917388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/current-mood-exhausted-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111323972697540146</id><published>2005-04-12T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T01:15:26.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Spider - Relaku Pujuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, you have to put up with things you dont wish to.&lt;br /&gt;Why? For the sake of keeping peace? To avoid getting more hurt?&lt;br /&gt;To each his own I guess...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i AM developing a complex... is it me me me?Why cant i do this? Why didnt i do that?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know... I really dont know... Maybe I am just not like that...&lt;br /&gt;Am I a pushover? To certain ppl prolly...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish... I wish...&lt;br /&gt;So close yet so far......&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does life have to hurt me so much? Why do i let it hurt me so much?&lt;br /&gt;Rhetorical qns...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish everyone would just go away... I wish I didnt know anyone... Whats the use? I feel lonely among ppl... So wats the difference? Why feel lonely with ppl around?... Heh... that is almost hilarious... so hilarious, it is sad... pathetic even...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt... My head hurts... I've never felt so hurt before... But then again, thats wat I say everytime I feel hurt... I'm so tired, I can't sleep... I'm shaking.... like I'm about to pass out...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said...&lt;br /&gt;I wish... I wish...&lt;br /&gt;So close yet so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111323972697540146?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111323972697540146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111323972697540146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111323972697540146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111323972697540146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/current-mood-hurt-now-blasting-spider.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111281130616914397</id><published>2005-04-07T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T02:23:41.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Cold... Emotional Flatline...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Carcass - Emotional Flatline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An emotional void, a cold empty shell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embittered husk, a heart of darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flatline, grievious bodily heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flatlined, sensitivity bypassed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No tears to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stone cold emotional flatline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotional flatline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No tears to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With indifference touched of emotion drained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cold bloody minded, caressing disdain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulsating life, only rhythmic dead beats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terminal cardiac ridden with disease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flatline...no tears to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hard line...stone cold emotionless flatline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No time to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stone cold emotional flatline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Should i leave or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;should i stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Would it have been better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;if i'd just gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;The darkness comforts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Cold, quiet, black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Turn myself inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;The clock will never turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Never turn back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111281130616914397?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111281130616914397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111281130616914397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111281130616914397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111281130616914397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/stone-cold-emotional-flatline.html' title='Stone Cold... Emotional Flatline...'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111266103909796614</id><published>2005-04-05T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T08:30:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;miserably pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pantera - The Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable... fucking miserable... The one closest to me says things to others that he never does to me... how FUCKED UP is that?... what THE FUCK am I here for? Fucking bullshit, I swear... AUGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111266103909796614?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111266103909796614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111266103909796614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111266103909796614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111266103909796614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111151721557023205</id><published>2005-03-23T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T02:51:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;I am so fucked. Nurse from Alexandra called and said that glucose level in my blood is pretty high. But she has to make sure so I have to go down there and take another test this Saturday. I wanted to go tmrw but they said I can't coz i just had my surgery. So now i have to wait and worry for THREE WHOLE FRIGGING DAYS!!! &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375705/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375705/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375705/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375709/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375709/35770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375709/35770" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;I got to know the news this morning and only now started to sink in... I'm gonna dieee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111151721557023205?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111151721557023205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111151721557023205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111151721557023205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111151721557023205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/03/current-mood-scared-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111141520386413215</id><published>2005-03-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:29:21.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ethereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;I went in at 10.20am earlier. Had to wait for like 2hrs+ after they inserted the cervagem before the op was carried out at 1.50pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;The minute i got up, pain jolted up and down my abdomen and back. I was like OMFG didnt they give me painkillers or smthn??? I guess they weren't sure what to give me coz i'm allergic to panadol and diclofenac(sp?)... I was already in the recovery room with other patients. For some strange reason, most of them looked pretty calm and unhurt. And there I was in bed squirming and grabbing the metal railing and trying to bear with the pain in silence. I swear if i was strong enuf to break the railing, I SO WOULD! The nurse kept saying that it's normal and to try bear with it. But i dont think she realized how much pain i was in till i started crying silent rivers and wouldnt let go of the railing lol! It was about 4+pm and it wasnt till an hr later before a doc came down and gave me a shot. Then it was all goooood lol I pretty much slipped in n out of consciousness after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got 7 days MC and follow up in 2 weeks. Tummy still hurts now and i'm still all wobbly n nauseous n stuff but otherwise i'm glad its all done. &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375712/35770" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111141520386413215?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111141520386413215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111141520386413215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111141520386413215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111141520386413215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/03/current-mood-tired-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111136593691570650</id><published>2005-03-21T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T08:51:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dream Theater - This Dying Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Off to the hospital soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111136593691570650?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111136593691570650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111136593691570650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111136593691570650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111136593691570650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/03/current-mood-calm-now-blasting-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111133808718096544</id><published>2005-03-18T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:04:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; contemplative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fear Factory - Edgecrusher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a good friend of mine, Siti R., came over with her bf. It's been a long arse time since i saw her. She hasnt changed one bit. Not one bit at all lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bf is hub's friend. But she already has a fiance. So yeah, she is in a dilemma. She wants to be with her bf. But her mom wants her to marry her fiance. And her mom is sick with epilepsy and that is her last wish. I feel awful that i cant help her get out of this predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she put forth her concerns, I thought that the best for her to do was do as her mom says. Since she has doubts with BOTH of those dudes. What i dont see is why she needs to even pick one. Oh yeah, her mom wants to see her settle down before she passes. Kinda selfish imo. But thats not smthn Siti can change anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she does the right thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111133808718096544?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111133808718096544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111133808718096544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111133808718096544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111133808718096544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/03/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-111108229715789280</id><published>2005-03-17T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:05:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be spoiled...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; depressed, sick, pained, pissy, bitchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rush - Fly By Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I decided that I need to spoil myself... so I went and got my hair rebonded... Now its sooo bloody straight... I kinda like it... but hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved my day surgery from 7th to 21st which is this coming Monday. Right now, my tummy hurts... hurts, hurts, hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-111108229715789280?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111108229715789280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=111108229715789280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111108229715789280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/111108229715789280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wanna-be-spoiled.html' title='I wanna be spoiled...'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110995572753176921</id><published>2005-03-05T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:07:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no forever... just today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Killswitch Engage - Declaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ivf.com/endohtml.html" targer="_new"&gt;http://www.ivf.com/endohtml.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110995572753176921?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110995572753176921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110995572753176921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110995572753176921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110995572753176921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/03/there-is-no-forever-just-today.html' title='There is no forever... just today'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110944846331336637</id><published>2005-02-27T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T04:10:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Metallica - Nothing Else Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Here it comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Here it comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hate, the horror&lt;br /&gt;the fate, the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visions of self loathing&lt;br /&gt;dance before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;flashing, taunting&lt;br /&gt;betraying, abusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadows of utter ignominy&lt;br /&gt;brutally caresses my mind&lt;br /&gt;piercing, ripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hurting, intruding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I? Why didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I?&lt;br /&gt;Put it all behind me&lt;br /&gt;Oh here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110944846331336637?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110944846331336637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110944846331336637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110944846331336637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110944846331336637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/02/here-it-comes.html' title='Here it comes...'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110761533340057585</id><published>2005-02-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T05:53:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rwandan Genocide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rwanda Hotel Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;It still amazes me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Despite knowing the capabilities of words and psychological manipulation.&lt;/span&gt; T&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;he extent of human stupidity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;....and lack of compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've been about 14/15 at that time. I knew about the Gulf War when I was 11/12. How could I not know of The Rwandan Genocide? Oh no US intervention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;937,000 dead in 100 days. How could that have happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Finally, on May 17, 1994, the UN conceded that "acts of genocide may have been committed." By that time, the Red Cross estimated that &lt;strong&gt;500,000&lt;/strong&gt; Rwandans had been killed. The UN agreed to send 5,500 troops to Rwanda which were to be provided by mostly African countries. The UN also requested 50 APCs from the United States. However, deployment of these forces is delayed due to &lt;strong&gt;arguments over their cost&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, I am truly downright disgusted. By the sheer shallowness of the human mind and behaviour. What does it take to open up their minds? Our minds? More importantly. How could it have happened? Intolerance? Ignorance? Fear of change???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the Ambon/Maluku Tragedy. Where the Christians and Muslims started beheading one another in front of one another's families. Shooting. Killing. Decapitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN WE CALL OURSELVES HUMAN???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, I can't help but think of my children. How do I make them understand? The power they possess? To change what might have been? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mgm.com/ua/hotelrwanda/" target="'_new"&gt;http://www.mgm.com/ua/hotelrwanda/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rwandan Genocide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rwandan_Genocide" target="'_new"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rwandan_Genocide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambon-Maluku Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.websitesrcg.com/ambon/documents/Advocat1.htm" target="'_new"&gt;http://www.websitesrcg.com/ambon/documents/Advocat1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110761533340057585?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110761533340057585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110761533340057585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110761533340057585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110761533340057585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/02/rwandan-genocide.html' title='The Rwandan Genocide'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110736302820953231</id><published>2005-02-03T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T06:08:06.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Liz Phair - Extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Today, I finally made that much needed doc appt. I reached there late (as usual lol). Appt was for 2.10pm but I think i got there at like 2.35pm or smthn. Anyway since I got an appt I got to go in first bwahaha! The doc sent me for scanning and blood test and told me to bring back the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;So I went to the Diagnosis Imaging centre. Had to wait a bit before they scanned me. There were a cpl of other ladies there. This really old gramma, one mid-aged malay lady, a chinese lady and a young indian lady with her mom and baby. I sat opposite them. It's kinda funny coz the malay gramma was being chatty and talked to the indian ladies. The younger one seem to understand a bit but her mom was totally lost and the malay gramma kept talking and talking to her LOL. I got tired of waiting so i chatted them up and got to hold the baby &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375713/35770" /&gt;hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got scanned and had my blood taken. Strangely, they took only ONE tube as compared to the previous time I was there. They took TUBES!!! Like 4 or 5, i was like &lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375711/35770" /&gt; OMG!!! They're gonna DRAIN ALL MY BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!! *SOB!* talk about brutal LOL!... hmmm maybe they cheated me out of a bag for blood donation or smthn&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375710/35770" /&gt; geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Well then I got my report and went back to the specialist clinic. It was in an envelope but curiosity got the better of me and i peeked. Found out the size of my umm... private organs... and that I have a functional cyst. That totally scared me coz I really dont like the idea of having things in my lil dormitories... So the doc said that I have to go for a minor surgery, on the 7th of March and that it will only take a day. Nonetheless, I was pretty petrified lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;I am calm now... I am calm.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;So much for having a day off...&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/9883571-110736302820953231?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110736302820953231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110736302820953231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110736302820953231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110736302820953231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/02/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110701301844601002</id><published>2005-01-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:41:26.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were to live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gersang - Suratan Takdir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;If I were to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Would you save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Would you heal me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Would you care for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Like you care for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;Above and beyond anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to live&lt;br /&gt;Would you live with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me&lt;br /&gt;Would you caress me&lt;br /&gt;With bitter words and salty tears&lt;br /&gt;And angry airs that cause me fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to live&lt;br /&gt;Would you treasure me&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Would you cherish me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110701301844601002?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110701301844601002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110701301844601002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110701301844601002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110701301844601002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-i-were-to-live.html' title='If I were to live...'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110643134478027748</id><published>2005-01-23T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T06:04:07.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web of Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GNR - Think About You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldnt bug me&lt;br /&gt;It shouldnt bother me&lt;br /&gt;It shouldnt cloud my mind&lt;br /&gt;but it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldnt have happened&lt;br /&gt;It shouldnt have been said&lt;br /&gt;It shouldnt have been told&lt;br /&gt;but it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are lies&lt;br /&gt;more convincing&lt;br /&gt;than the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are words&lt;br /&gt;spoken by one person&lt;br /&gt;is more creditable&lt;br /&gt;than when it is said&lt;br /&gt;by others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does anyone&lt;br /&gt;feel the need&lt;br /&gt;to weave a web&lt;br /&gt;of deception&lt;br /&gt;around what is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110643134478027748?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110643134478027748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110643134478027748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110643134478027748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110643134478027748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/01/web-of-lies.html' title='Web of Lies'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110638105237172945</id><published>2005-01-22T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:49:47.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elektra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aerosmith - Walk This Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched ELEKTRA yesterday... it's kinda like Mortal Kombat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://www.willyunlee.com/Will_BW.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Yun Lee... *DROOLS* (&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375713/35770" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110638105237172945?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110638105237172945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110638105237172945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110638105237172945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110638105237172945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/01/elektra.html' title='Elektra'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110564125252189879</id><published>2005-01-14T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:51:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Metal Band Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Motley Crue - She Goes Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#505a84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375741/35770"&gt; DEATH &lt;IMG SRC="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375741/35770"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Death! You are one of the key inventors of modern day death metal. With every album you've always gotten better. You're well respected in the music industry. The metal world wept when your band creator passed away from a brain tumor. Symbolism is an important property in your music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=270" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz270outcome2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=270"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110564125252189879?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110564125252189879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110564125252189879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110564125252189879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110564125252189879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-metal-band-are-you.html' title='What Metal Band Are You?'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110528094929559723</id><published>2005-01-09T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:34:21.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWWWHHHHYYYYYY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; FUCKING MISERABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAMMER SMASHED FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/375715/35770"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110528094929559723?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110528094929559723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110528094929559723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110528094929559723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110528094929559723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/01/wwwwhhhhyyyyyy.html' title='WWWWHHHHYYYYYY!!!!!'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110495652172224169</id><published>2005-01-06T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T04:27:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #1 :&lt;/strong&gt; Life is not fair; get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #2 :&lt;/strong&gt; The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #3 :&lt;/strong&gt; You will NOT make $40,000 a year right out of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #4 :&lt;/strong&gt; If you think your teacher is tough, wait until you get a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #5 :&lt;/strong&gt; If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault. So don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #6 :&lt;/strong&gt; Before you were born, your parents weren't as dumb and boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, raising you, and listening to you talk about how cool you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE # 7 :&lt;/strong&gt; Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life has not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #8 :&lt;/strong&gt; Your school may give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE # 9 :&lt;/strong&gt; Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off. And few employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that on your own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #10 :&lt;/strong&gt; Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #11 :&lt;/strong&gt; Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110495652172224169?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110495652172224169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110495652172224169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110495652172224169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110495652172224169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/01/rules-to-remember.html' title='Rules To Remember'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9883571.post-110478891479116694</id><published>2005-01-04T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T21:17:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami [261205]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; morose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#813494;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Blasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Alice In Chains - Shame In You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tens of thousands have been killed... thousands more are missing and injured... in the largest earthquake to strike the globe since 1964, causing devastating tsunami waves."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot even begin to describe wat im feeling over this whole thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot even imagine the horror it has caused to everyone involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victims... both dead and alive... health care workers, volunteers, rescue workers... all in need of psychological treatment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from seeing dead bodies everywhere... purple and bloated... hair tied to a tree... limbs all bent in unimaginable positions... the lingering stench of death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who survived... no food, no shelter, no loved ones... no home... everything they have worked and lived for... all gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad singapore is in the centre of bigger islands, protecting us from the faultlines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm grateful for the immediate aid provided by the European and Japanese govt... (where is the US govt tho, the self-proclaimed police of the world? One that many Americans claim we would not survive without them?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supportunicef.org/site/pp.asp?c=iuI1LdP0G&amp;b=276341" target="new"&gt;Please help... &lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9883571-110478891479116694?l=ayinladydeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110478891479116694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9883571&amp;postID=110478891479116694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110478891479116694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9883571/posts/default/110478891479116694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayinladydeath.blogspot.com/2005/01/tsunami-261205.html' title='Tsunami [261205]'/><author><name>AyinLadyDeath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848729948796583816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://g.myspace.com/00036/61/45/36245416_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
