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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-8399565789592312576</id><published>2010-08-03T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T03:56:32.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-8848792447731181754</id><published>2010-04-25T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T04:06:46.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School will be ending soon, two days before my birthday. Yes I'll be old enough to club without getting the "OMG HAYYY SCHOOL CHILDZZZ" shitch again, but all I really want is sleep. Sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and fix my horrible skin. Or have ash come over and watch movies with me or sit in MacDonalds all day long and watch him and his friends play Magic (and hopefully learn something) and chill. Now it's matter of getting through until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, quick recap of how my life went so far-&lt;br /&gt;school school school&lt;br /&gt;lost phone, ezlink and thumbdrive&lt;br /&gt;laptop crashed crashed crashed&lt;br /&gt;can't get my work back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost so many pictures and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGAgahghagrrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad that I won't be able to write any stories or dream about anything fancy in the meanwhile...but like everything else, it will all come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-8848792447731181754?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8848792447731181754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=8848792447731181754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8848792447731181754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8848792447731181754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-will-be-ending-soon-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4163303707098097605</id><published>2010-04-18T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:13:01.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/S8saHzFFEWI/AAAAAAAABAY/7nnGHH3eZns/s1600/DSC_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/S8saHzFFEWI/AAAAAAAABAY/7nnGHH3eZns/s320/DSC_0517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461487694389776738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's been a million years since I've been here, and a lot of changed in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For one, my relationships with people have become a lot more stable (namely the one with Ash...yes he's still here), and I'm no less closer to becoming better with people but I'm working on it. Just a post to say Hey I'm alive still, check back maybe in a week or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4163303707098097605?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4163303707098097605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4163303707098097605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4163303707098097605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4163303707098097605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-its-been-million-years-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/S8saHzFFEWI/AAAAAAAABAY/7nnGHH3eZns/s72-c/DSC_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4739848035701070618</id><published>2009-12-03T03:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:47:38.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anis you sentimental old coot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working things out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakthrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost epic'/><title type='text'>don't be naive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sxa-YXAGkBI/AAAAAAAAA_o/--wbvLyfOY8/s1600-h/iwillnotbowiwillnotbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sxa-YXAGkBI/AAAAAAAAA_o/--wbvLyfOY8/s320/iwillnotbowiwillnotbreak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410721328032813074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I did really badly in school. Worse ever in my life. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever live this down, but that's fine by me. I used to be the one that could always handle it, and deal with things and be strong, and suddenly this year...not so much. Just weak and pathetic and stupid. So, so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot of things tonight. I'm glad I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me realize how blessed I am to have who I have in my life. I don't have a lot of them..but the ones that stay? God. They really do care. I felt that I lost my sense of self a long time ago. Sometime through the first term. I think that was when I became less and less sure about myself. And I became more aware of failure as an option. I tanked in school. Surely I'll disappoint my parents, but I'm going to take this in stride. I have the talent. I'm sure I do, somewhere...but I'm missing my drive. What happened to it, I don't know. But I'm going to make sure it comes back. Until then..I'll make the most of my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sort myself out. I keep saying this but keeps getting pushed aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Only a month or less left of break, and I need to stop wasting time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4739848035701070618?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4739848035701070618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4739848035701070618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4739848035701070618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4739848035701070618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-be-naive.html' title='don&apos;t be 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-230406909029233987?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/230406909029233987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=230406909029233987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/230406909029233987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/230406909029233987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-hold.html' title='please hold...'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7602213625104052343</id><published>2009-11-24T04:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:17:58.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shit'/><title type='text'>I can't stop-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5btJc1awds&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5btJc1awds&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance like that so baddddddddddddddd :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7602213625104052343?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7602213625104052343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7602213625104052343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7602213625104052343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Hopefully she'll post the photos soon. Tons or para and shooting bad guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took tons of photos along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke up with ash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhu, i think things will be okay for me soon. &lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-3722765548783516487?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/3722765548783516487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=3722765548783516487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/3722765548783516487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/3722765548783516487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooooo.html' title='sooooo-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1491855152729393295</id><published>2009-11-02T08:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:10:56.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be getting ready for school, to rush my makeup and be complaining about how sleepy I am but this is all normal bla bla bla. Because then it feels normal and as though I have a bit of routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm here at dad's typing so painfully slow because my eyes are so swollen now they feel like they just might explode. They burn. I hate this, i hate feeling useless and sick and missing school. Because god knows I'm already falling so far behind it just might get worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be great if life just paused for one week so I can get through it in time for assessment, then we'll see how things go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please make my life stable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1491855152729393295?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1491855152729393295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1491855152729393295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1491855152729393295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1491855152729393295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-be-getting-ready-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5374268720134191265</id><published>2009-10-29T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:35:55.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is everyone here make believe?</title><content type='html'>I miss a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having my family under one roof, I miss seeing my friends..my other family on a regular basis, and I miss feeling secure. It's been a while, but I'm _fairly_ optimistic that this will all come to pass and I'll be just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, before that can happen, I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped being interested in my schoolwork, and I wish I haven't. I crave history and literature and music and so many other things I cannot pursue in the meantime. As much as I want to pursue fashion, I'm just not so sure anymore. It all feels so superficial and monotonous...which is ironic considering my other interests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having ash in my life reminds me constantly of the things I used to love as a child- the prose, the history..the reading into every single little thing it drives me nuts when I either cannot articulate or comprehend it. I miss being able to do these things, and a part of me feels like I'll never get to do them ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the long talks and debates we used to have, the times when we'd stopped speaking because we disagreed about say..religion. And how we'd stare at each other and suddenly burst out laughing because we're just ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the holidays to roll around - finally some opportunity to create some magic. Maybe a collaboration for ash and I, I'm not entirely sure. Maybe some pictures/stories..I'm not very good with photoshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, holidays means dates! I hope this'll be enough to keep me going, haha. I still haven't had a proper date with ash in a long while. Movies, a day lazing about or running around the city with his huge camera and maybe hitting the arcade. Yeah. Just like old times. To break the text up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbzYXWLVU3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbzYXWLVU3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might wanna try incorporating this into freestyle. I mean. It can look pretty ugly, but the hand movement things are pretty rad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, here's something else I miss ; clean skin. My skin alll over has gone so bad I don't even know where to begin. It literally makes me want to scratch my skin in vain attempts to rip the thing off my flesh. I still have several grievances with myself, though considerably less so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, my stomach is now an odd pouch thing where it's not so much fat as it is weird left over. I haven't weight myself in ages, hope I get to do that soon. I need sleep and exercise...but this will all come soon. Looks like I've got one hell of a weekend this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To creating magic&lt;br /&gt;a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5374268720134191265?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5374268720134191265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5374268720134191265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5374268720134191265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5374268720134191265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-everyone-here-make-believe.html' title='Is everyone here make believe?'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5362025152181644390</id><published>2009-10-26T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:56:01.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARRRTAAYYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SuWpyEbxfrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/lVLMxBidKQ0/s1600-h/FLYER2_+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SuWpyEbxfrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/lVLMxBidKQ0/s320/FLYER2_+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396906406122192562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK TO MAKE BIG BIG &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE COME AND SUPPORT ME MY LOVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRESSING UP &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;STRONGLY ENCOURAGED&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5362025152181644390?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5362025152181644390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5362025152181644390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5362025152181644390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5362025152181644390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/10/parrrtaayyyy.html' title='PARRRTAAYYYY'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SuWpyEbxfrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/lVLMxBidKQ0/s72-c/FLYER2_+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-8069907907259307635</id><published>2009-10-19T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:21:28.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minor update.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>instatiable</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. I've been going back and forth between mum and dad, trying to deal with schoolwork. I'm still lousy at it, but I guess it's alright. I like my classmates, I can call them friends. I feel so ...blessed in spite of everything (yeah, cliched and corny but just hear me out okay). I still have a home, family and friends...and Ash. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday was our double date with Azri and her mystery guy. It was awesomeee. Although I did hit a few speed bumps as per usual with Ash, the day was overall awesome and sooooooooo worth me not doing my work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason for my slow progress was taobao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alcie told me about an ongoing spree for ANYTHING from taobao, and what else but rori! did I search for :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lot of options in mind, so many awesome things to get, but finally settled on just one (plus, it's all I can afford haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk118/bunny_11111/HMHM/IMG_7632.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk118/bunny_11111/HMHM/IMG_7632.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other awesome picks that were not chosen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img03.taobaocdn.com/imgextra/i3/26107146/T2Pw0eXbl82dNXXXXX_!!26107146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anddddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://v4.freep.cn/s.aspx?u=v20_v4_tb_0903152058079658_168398.jpg&amp;amp;s=500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://v4.freep.cn/s.aspx?u=v20_v4_tb_0903152058079658_168398.jpg&amp;amp;s=500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. All black, all awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;backkk to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-8069907907259307635?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8069907907259307635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=8069907907259307635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8069907907259307635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8069907907259307635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/10/instatiable.html' title='instatiable'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk118/bunny_11111/HMHM/th_IMG_7632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-8310883222736852219</id><published>2009-10-11T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:46:48.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>old feelings come rushing back-</title><content type='html'>Met up with Chloe and Gordon today, together with Daryl and Mac(is it?). Pretty fabbbbulous, even though it was for maybe two hours? Yeah. Had a cuppa and then headed to the arcade. I gave them the biggest hugs ever. It's been what, 2 years? God I never really thought about missing them, but then today I realized with a sinking feeling that they were the ones I missed the most.  I missed their wit, the random talks and strange reactions to nothing in particular. I missed the air the familiarity we had. Hell, I just missed us.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nearly wanted to cry giving them a hug each. Talk about overly emotional. I think I made a new friend today. It's been a while since I para-ed, and I was so rusty. One day I'll get someone to tape me while I'm at it. I need to find a new way to para, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-8310883222736852219?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8310883222736852219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=8310883222736852219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8310883222736852219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8310883222736852219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-feelings-come-rushing-back.html' title='old feelings come rushing back-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7836948004890117956</id><published>2009-10-10T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:30:15.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>change, change, change, I need to change.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I implode and before everyone around me goes away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;change, change, change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7836948004890117956?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7836948004890117956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7836948004890117956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7836948004890117956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7836948004890117956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/10/change-change-change-i-need-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6917430508336532443</id><published>2009-09-23T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:01:26.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school crap'/><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>I had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;fantastic&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what should be fantastic? I don't know,haha.  I've come down with a case of sneezing due to staying up late, but I think it's all good. Second day in a row blogging. It's been a long time since I've done that lol. I dropped my phone again today, yay me. Seriously fucking with it, I can't always call out or my calls don't get through? I hate having to call and call and call and call and yet I just don't get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a lot better, though I am kinda bummed I'm not going to be able to make it for viv's sleepover thing. Haven't been checking any other blogs things aside from hautemacabre and projectrungay and...style.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so pathetic in that sense. If only I knew how to code blogskins! This one is a little wonky for me,so maybe I'll just switch to the default skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since alllll the heavy assignments due are all panicky-omg-due-tomorrow and Friday, I've been under some uncharacteristic stress. Though, since my class has been granted an extension of of assignment tomorrow (YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS), I feel so much better. Seriously. My brain was -this- close to imploding.  Today was fantastic because of that reason. Yes, that reason only. Also, I found out another bus that goes by the studio and got my folder thing for pattern making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other amazing news, I'm the new assist. classman. Yaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of wearing pants already, eeeeeehhh. I'm figuring things out, and omg fiber quiz tomorrow. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize I've been so shagged that I've been spelling extension as "extention" all night long. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-6917430508336532443?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6917430508336532443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6917430508336532443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6917430508336532443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6917430508336532443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7196531157975352819</id><published>2009-09-22T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:16:47.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'>so hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Srj0VWaBwjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/s1dAaJCQ_PU/s1600-h/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Srj0VWaBwjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/s1dAaJCQ_PU/s320/00060m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384322002150605362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Srj0PiMZkvI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Cz_YzalNJqg/s1600-h/001rfbg20m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Srj0PiMZkvI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Cz_YzalNJqg/s320/001rfbg20m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384321902235456242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some looks from Ann Demeulemeester, pictures from style.com&lt;br /&gt;We have similar minds, yay! I cut my bangs in a V, not really sure if it's working for me. I feel myself branching out to different street styles and being open to more design types.  Which is good. School has been good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Srj2gGLouII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/2iYsC9D1Nr8/s1600-h/DSCF1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Srj2gGLouII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/2iYsC9D1Nr8/s320/DSCF1332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384324385797093506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An old outfit for school.  Rushing so much that I just pretty much threw on whatever didn't need ironing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stuck in pants for the week, ugh :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, I'm stuck rushing assignments because I'm a horrible person who rushes assignmentsssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7196531157975352819?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7196531157975352819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7196531157975352819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7196531157975352819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7196531157975352819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-looks-from-ann-demeulemeester.html' title='so hot'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Srj0VWaBwjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/s1dAaJCQ_PU/s72-c/00060m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4505565724882552368</id><published>2009-09-19T04:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:20:52.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arch enemy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song I can&apos;t get out of my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kamelot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>afraid I could go under-</title><content type='html'>So lately I've been tired of a lot of things. The two people I come into contact with on a daily basis is mum and Ash, the very people I fight the most with. But I guess it's the balance for all the love I give and receive...which,in retrospect is alright. This is a rare moment that I do get the chance to update this thing, so I'll probably be long winded and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week in a nutshell was falling sick with fever and nausea, seeing a lot of Ash/mum and my beloved campus, and yelling at our cat. I lost so many days to do my assignments because my stupid self couldn't really fend off the constant lack of sleep/nutrients(probably) and the fact that I was feeling so shitty and sick of losing everything I'd known including all my friends and my material wants and needs. I'll come to that later.  So, my assignments are all...lagging behind and I'm trying to makeup for that by going back to school to do my pattern making (so far I've done maybe 4 out of the 7 due? yay me!) and a bit of research. I need so much text and pictures for this one, and a good thing too. My mind has been starved of so much intellectual stimulation my language has gone down the pooper.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....case in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, I still have a long way to go but hopefully I'll make it in time. These past two weeks of ""break"" was full of a lot of angst and crying and blackouts for the most part. While I was sick I blacked out a lot, though luckily it was easy to pass them off as just falling asleep due to the panadols I had to shovel. I think Ash came down everyday to see me this last week, which is awesome because God knows I need something constant in my life. I've been having to adapt to a new life so many times it doesn't bother me much, but I think it's taking a huge toll on mum, and I really don't care for it. She takes so much crap without me being Queen Bitch of the Universe. Another learning point of me this week : Some things you just shut up about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it takes me this long to realize that. I realize my competitive nature of "win every argument" is really damaging to Ash's esteems and mum's sanity, so I just really need to know when to bit my tongue. I really have been doing that a lot more lately, maybe it's a good thing Ramadan was here? I realize my temperament was really really volatile and I'd get into insane fights with Ash and mum. But at the same time I've learned to hold my tongue somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing mum and I get to look after the studio. It's called Betelgeuse Jamming Studios and is pretty much awesome is term of space.Seriously, if anyone wants to just check the place out drop me a text or tag. I've yet to free all the images from my camera. We've got a cat with us, her name's Esther, but I just call her Kitty. She's a bitch as well, has mood swings like mad. My world has been narrowed a lot lately, and friends become less of a priority, admittedly. Shifting here and there is totes disorientating, so I'm more concerned with my things than others. To be honest, I can completely turn myself off even when Ash is around or talking, because I'm just so damn tired of giving a shit (I'm sorry hun, but you'll understand me soon enough).  My classmate Elizabeth (though I think I can safely call her friend) is one I've been most contact with. She's so cool, literally. Though there is still an air of mystery to her, I think she "gets" me. Thank GOD for that really, I might just die under the soul-crushing effects of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I can't always have Ash with me- I'll drive him nuts. I haven't worn Lolita in the longest time, and it's making me so sad. Hopefully I'll get the chance to wear it to school soon. But even that doesn't hold much priority for me now. Now I need to sort familial ties and schoolwork.  To be honest it almost feels like a relief that school has stopped all social outings. I'm just so bad at being human that it should be a relief for people that I can't meet them. At the same time I feel so suffocated under all this pressure to do my own thing. My mantra for everyday is "I have to be strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm more open to music and the like. Here are a few I've had a soft spot for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJeqUW-T5hE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJeqUW-T5hE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y9BwQGYDLXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y9BwQGYDLXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dys1_TuUmI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dys1_TuUmI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4Dn02bR4pg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4Dn02bR4pg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uDixD4tXXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uDixD4tXXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried uploading photos of outfits and such, but since it seems to be a slow night, no photos dear Reader. Mum and the boys and I may be heading to Johor for a few days for Raya, so if anyone texts me between now and monday and I don't reply, you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO. My phone plans allows for unlimited free texting, so if you're bored, just text me. I think maybe I really should give a go at this socializing thing (because it would probably be better for me when I'm forced to be with people...hopefully) and because my phone is quite lonely as well. It's about five am now, and I should be getting some shut eye lest the fever returns. But I probably won't and play some Left for Dead instead. I have such a crush on Louise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/9movietrailertop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 618px; height: 389px;" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/9movietrailertop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully soon I'll get to watch 9 with Ash. This would be our first "real" date in..five months. No schoolwork, no one else but just us. That would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4505565724882552368?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4505565724882552368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4505565724882552368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4505565724882552368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4505565724882552368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/09/afraid-i-could-go-under.html' title='afraid I could go under-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-579295549490256583</id><published>2009-09-13T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:26:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really need a hug right about now. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-579295549490256583?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/579295549490256583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=579295549490256583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/579295549490256583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/579295549490256583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-need-hug-right-about-now.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1961150984915880371</id><published>2009-09-09T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:50:15.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school crap'/><title type='text'>who and the what now?</title><content type='html'>So life thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-moving back and forth from bugis studio and yishun haus&lt;br /&gt;-trying to figure out things for Nafa..&lt;br /&gt;-trying to figure out family/platonic relationships&lt;br /&gt;-balancing money/time/lack of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.nothing out of the ordinary. But since my blog has been dead for a bit, an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over and did errands and whatnot. Went back to yishun to grab stuff then headed down to meet Ash for buka. Spent some time together talking and general hanging out and he sent me home and and and anddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;My memory's been really bad lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions. About 5 turned up, all of whom CHOSE TO SIGN IN! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'D LIKE TO BOOK A JAMMING STUDIO OUR RATES AS GOES:&lt;br /&gt;$15/HOUR (for our small room)&lt;br /&gt;$30 FOR THE WHOLE FREAKING DAY (small room)&lt;br /&gt;$18/HOUR(for the big room)&lt;br /&gt;$40 FOR THE WHOLE DAYYY (big room)&lt;br /&gt;air conditioned :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plugging aside, I feel so crappy still about my presentation last Monday. I lost my train of thought, my words were horribly crass and redundant and I present myself as an unintelligent moron. Furthermore I really couldn't feel much of my lower extremities and such. I basically stood there and babbled...for like 2 minutes. ehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully tomorrow's a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1961150984915880371?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1961150984915880371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1961150984915880371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1961150984915880371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1961150984915880371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-and-what-now.html' title='who and the what now?'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2126011835789939394</id><published>2009-08-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:47:43.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahahah bloody brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooo yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drowsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school crap'/><title type='text'>I'm not dead</title><content type='html'>So, school's started and all. My workload's pretty alright, and outfits are mostly bla, but alright.  I'm at the new haus, and this computer is pretty fucked. The msn is the super fuck shiny one, it can't display my eljay or facebook right (yes, I has facebook) and I can't post pictures. Wow, awesomeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2126011835789939394?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2126011835789939394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2126011835789939394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2126011835789939394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2126011835789939394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-390560965455297006</id><published>2009-08-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:08:41.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, due the the lack of updates, here's a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bavf28EclY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bavf28EclY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments/tags will be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-390560965455297006?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/390560965455297006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=390560965455297006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/390560965455297006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/390560965455297006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/08/alright-due-the-lack-of-updates-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1497949386408952421</id><published>2009-07-28T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:25:06.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything annoys me, everyone pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1497949386408952421?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7002987855801888462</id><published>2009-07-15T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:09:51.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DROPPED MY IPOD SHUFFLE IN THE FUCKING WASHING MACHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SMALL IPOD FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7002987855801888462?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2686165850749109581</id><published>2009-07-10T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:26:51.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song I can&apos;t get out of my head'/><title type='text'>NOBODY</title><content type='html'>I'm super slow with trends, but I LOVE THIS SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LniPZTtSHXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LniPZTtSHXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am SO GOING TO LEARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish my brother luck for his one minute of fame thing!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2686165850749109581?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2686165850749109581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2686165850749109581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2686165850749109581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2686165850749109581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody.html' title='NOBODY'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5364091072413912601</id><published>2009-06-24T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:13:46.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SkEpE9j37WI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oXiUqjMqw0c/s1600-h/Screencap....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SkEpE9j37WI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oXiUqjMqw0c/s320/Screencap....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350602997514104162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't maek me melt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5364091072413912601?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5364091072413912601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5364091072413912601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5364091072413912601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5364091072413912601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/06/knn.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SkEpE9j37WI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oXiUqjMqw0c/s72-c/Screencap....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7416373396701378700</id><published>2009-06-24T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:34:18.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there comes a time when my patience is tested and everybody fucking pisses me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't look for me. I'll only come to you when I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7416373396701378700?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7416373396701378700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7416373396701378700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7416373396701378700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7416373396701378700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-comes-time-when-my-patience-is.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1186650748030777979</id><published>2009-06-08T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:25:55.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love nur azriiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'>outfit post and RORIDAYYY&lt;3</title><content type='html'>MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outfit from a while back, I think it was for an day out with Ash for general nonsense and discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 722px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine wearing this on a warm day. Hooo yeah. I didn't want to take it off too often. You wouldn't either if your top inside looked like &lt;a href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1099.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. My girls were mostly "H-E-L-L-O WORLLDDDDD!" because of the neckline. This hoodie is impossible to corrdinate ; partly why I bought it. Also, it's uber tacky and tasteless. Making it even twice as much awesome when I finally coordinate it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rundownnn-&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie : Jusco&lt;br /&gt;Top : from mum&lt;br /&gt;socks : taka&lt;br /&gt;shoes : brother's, Converse&lt;br /&gt;Skirt : Angsana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry, that's Aziz in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 776px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had two roses in my hair, yay. I didn't wear those shoes, but why not, ha. Also, this will be fab for ero style. I don't really think there's anything ero-about it, but I think it's the work of my body,haha. Yes, I'm finally comfortable in it now, yayyy. Skirt from Bodyline and mum's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I rotate this it just won't rotate, so I'm leaving it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 651px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just for a day out, felt like wearing something frilly. It's also my lame attempt at trying to mix regular things with lolita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Vee's An Evening With Friends, and was late&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; as usual&lt;/span&gt;. I really should work on this time thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 569px; height: 759px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, the skirt is insanely short. Iz diz rori?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rundown:&lt;br /&gt;Top: bYSI&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: online&lt;br /&gt;boots : Haru&lt;br /&gt;socks : sox dreams&lt;br /&gt;headpiece thing : this Fashion (it's falling apart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup was heavier than usual, and I didn't manage any photos since I was so tired after I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRE RORI DAY!&lt;/span&gt; YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSC03872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 805px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSC03872.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed down and casual since it was para day and girl tiems, which entails lots of walking and movement. Nothing you haven't seen from me. I'm doing a great impression of that bunny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a group shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 737px; height: 554px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03871.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yoinked from Alcie's photobucket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 815px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03873.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another because Jolene is just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERNASHUNAL RORI DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 581px; height: 776px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03911.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for Alcie in the bathroom we decide to indugle our vanity for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 636px; height: 477px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03924.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And ya know, shoving my head into the hand dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 620px; height: 465px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 594px; height: 445px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03919.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Cause that's how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 707px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/asjy85/050609%20and%20mirror%20pics/DSC03933.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry shot of me without bolero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1175-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 750px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1175-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outfit shot.&lt;br /&gt;I left home looking totally different, but alright I like this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower: present&lt;br /&gt;Skirt :Baby, the Stars shine bright (alcie's!)&lt;br /&gt;Shoes : G.L.P (also alcie's! I swear, I wore my own shoes at the beginning of the day.)&lt;br /&gt;Bag : fake Anna Sui&lt;br /&gt;Belt : Ice lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;Bolero : Angelic Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rori day was sooo awesome. Met so many people and had fun doing silly poses and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm kinda shagged and need sleep because it's 2.30 in the morning and I already have enough eyebags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1186650748030777979?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1186650748030777979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1186650748030777979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1186650748030777979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1186650748030777979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/06/outfit-post-and-roridayyy3.html' title='outfit post and RORIDAYYY&lt;3'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/th_DSCF1098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7465754527409399010</id><published>2009-06-02T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:09:46.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musikkk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song I can&apos;t get out of my head'/><title type='text'>OMG LOLOLOLOLOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbUR0SRceD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbUR0SRceD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea it was Framing Hanley. &lt;br /&gt;The original disguised me...and so does this over, but rest assured the cover sounds a lot better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I didn't know in the first place, else I would've missed a good enough song like Count me In or Hear me Now. I think I'm bored by my music now, so anyone know of any good songs etc, leave a message on the tagboard or send em through msn. I usually don't mind any genres, as long as it's tolerable I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the intellects. &lt;br /&gt;Update should happen real soon, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7465754527409399010?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7465754527409399010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7465754527409399010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7465754527409399010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7465754527409399010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-lololololol.html' title='OMG LOLOLOLOLOL'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5789046153353070655</id><published>2009-05-31T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:47:55.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song I can&apos;t get out of my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'>it's been a while-</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been tolerating more "dance"-style music. Hell, the Pussycat Dolls don't bother me anymore (except Don cha'; that just struck me as trying too hard) and my top played song on my iTunes is HaruHaru by the Big Bang. Embarrassing, I know. Also, for some days it's been increasingly difficult for me to upload pictures from my camera, because my in-built card reader is faulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I made a vow of ALWAYS PICTURE POSTS!!!!!11111ONEONEONE, here's one of my phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 688px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF0914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though a lot of stuff has come off it since this picture. And the stickers are totes filthy, I so can't wait till this dry spell is over then I can get new stickers. I know I know, the little heads are random and fugly and I generally suck at zhnging, but I don't like a naked phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little complicated over in my corner of the universe. What with the having no home bit after this and money is tight and whatnot. I should get a job, I really should, but I don't want to. It seems quite pointless to get one now, since school is about a month away. In the meantime, I get to help mum with her company. Which isn't so bad I suppose. On a minor note, my fringe has been murdered ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it was just long and annoying, but not it's...so so so weird. It's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; layered.&lt;/span&gt; The hair cutter (CLEARLY NOT A HARI DRESSER THAT'S FOR SURE) person totally caught me off guard. I had no idea how those fringes looked like, and I just said "huh? eh?" which I think she mistook for "YES!"  I'm sporting a MAJOR comb over to hide that. It doesn't look that horrible now because I think it grew out a little. I'm sure it'll look fine once it's grown out a little. In the mean time, I'm Donald Trump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit from a while ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF10557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 574px; height: 765px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF10557.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With scarf + corsage.&lt;br /&gt;Also, mum!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 752px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF1055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair for the day and proof I'm not always bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF105510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 627px; height: 439px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF105510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not rotated because I thought it looked cool. Also, LOOKIT THAT FACE. FIERCE ANNIT?[/fail]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rundown-&lt;br /&gt;Top: BHG tampines, lol&lt;br /&gt;skirt: metro sengkang&lt;br /&gt;socks: bandung, sox galeri&lt;br /&gt;shoes: batam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need maybe 5 pairs of those shoes in different colours. Or at least 5 pairs of those shoes. These are dying ._. I wear these with everything. And will continue to do so until they tear to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've prolly seen this, but anywayyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wvo-g_JvURI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wvo-g_JvURI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xCl9exidaUY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xCl9exidaUY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was laughing so hysterically I thought she was going to lapse into a fit or something. We also made a trip to the Tiong Bahru mall after she was done with errands today. Pretty much bla bla blaaahhh clothing, but I saw boots that totally made my day. Pictures of those soon, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5789046153353070655?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5789046153353070655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5789046153353070655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5789046153353070655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5789046153353070655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4107648784522927433</id><published>2009-05-22T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:41:31.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofiaaaaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another belated post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 670px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF1023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking photos with Sofi at Punggol...which bore no fruits due to her fact her forgetful brother forgot to put the SD card in the Nikon...&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, got random photos on my digi cam anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 518px; height: 690px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF1027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what it says, so if you know, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 526px; height: 701px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/DSCF1025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my scarf thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot from a previous outing with Sofi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/ANISUUINZECITY/The_Line_Walker_by_TehStarGuardian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 768px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/ANISUUINZECITY/The_Line_Walker_by_TehStarGuardian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which is, incidentally, my favourite shot. There was only one shot with a clear view of my face, and let's just say it isn't pretty.  We didn't get that many shots either, because afterwards we got distracted. The shot above (named "The Line Walker") hasn't been touched up. I tried, but the original just seemed better...more sincere, if that makes any sense. Also, shiny bag! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's one hell of a photographer to make my gams look that shapely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit for that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 694px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF1036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Don't ask, I didn't know it he was there.&lt;br /&gt;Rundown:&lt;br /&gt;Top: BHG&lt;br /&gt;dress: tampines&lt;br /&gt;socks: bugis&lt;br /&gt;shoes :converse&lt;br /&gt;scarf : haji lane, ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also cannot get Quidam out of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4107648784522927433?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4107648784522927433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4107648784522927433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4107648784522927433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4107648784522927433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-belated-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/ANISUUINZECITY/th_The_Line_Walker_by_TehStarGuardian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2690468712165932142</id><published>2009-05-21T04:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T04:22:05.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking genius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo tiemz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got to pack up my things again and move, just like years before. And I don't know where I'm going to live next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only now, i understand the gravity of the situation, the consequence and costs. Now I'll have to share the same pain my mother must have felt come the time to move. I feel like a nomad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm not a child lost to the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've rediscovered a bit of my childhood, listening to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JE7D2Qz2pDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JE7D2Qz2pDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how disappointed I was when I didn't get to see them when they came to Singapore so many years ago. Granted, I was probably too young to comprehend...but I still wanted to see it. Now i feel so lost because I just don't really know where I' heading. Which shouldn't even be present, because I know what I want, because I KNOW where I want to head. Why am I doubting myself?&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this will all change come July. But I fear that I'll feel more lost than ever, and I can't change myself. I just don't know how to. As I am now, I feel like such a failure as a human being. My chest feels so tight that it might just explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...a part of me really does hope that happens. On the bright side. I feel alive. Maybe I am a masochist. Pain makes me feel alive, reminds me of the frantically throbbing heart in my chest with every beat feeling like its slamming onto concrete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I'm going to try to only blog when i feel my happiest or calmest, because I seem to complain about the same things over and over again. As I've been told to "learn a new song". Which reminds me, I really can't sing. Well, let's just hope I take good enough care of my hands or I'm screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going to see Cirque du Soleil, whatever it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2690468712165932142?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2690468712165932142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2690468712165932142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2690468712165932142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2690468712165932142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-to-pack-up-my-things-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2126723270950355812</id><published>2009-05-17T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:26:25.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musikkk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one I'd like to call Secretary chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShALs-ZBjBI/AAAAAAAAA94/vsdbTA9FKkI/s1600-h/DSCF0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShALs-ZBjBI/AAAAAAAAA94/vsdbTA9FKkI/s320/DSCF0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336778425724144658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShALtCuo4ZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/74szOW9XuyI/s1600-h/DSCF0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShALtCuo4ZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/74szOW9XuyI/s320/DSCF0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336778426888544658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShALtBDj37I/AAAAAAAAA-I/C_5Bh9XQWpU/s1600-h/DSCF0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShALtBDj37I/AAAAAAAAA-I/C_5Bh9XQWpU/s320/DSCF0973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336778426439425970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rundown.&lt;br /&gt;Top : Batam&lt;br /&gt;Belt: mum&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Ash&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan : BHG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo lately I've seen more people with T-straps like mine. I know I know, I'm not a speshul snowflake, but they wear it so dully. I rock them so much better, haha (whoops, ego.) Anyway I wasn't sure about this outfit. My fringe was down at the beginning of the day, but after a while I stopped caring because the heat was immense =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I felt like being sew ~*~0riginal~*~ in black and red. Not exactly as Lolita as I would've liked(it was before I put on the hoodie), but it's there...somewhere. Also, I lost my red bow ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShAKhYjLvGI/AAAAAAAAA9w/9091uLX1_v4/s1600-h/DSCF0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShAKhYjLvGI/AAAAAAAAA9w/9091uLX1_v4/s320/DSCF0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336777127076019298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outfit for auditions on Friday, which was canceled due to people canceling..But! Still got to stomp about the city for a bit and had durians and talked a lot that day. I'm terrified of my outfits becoming dull and repetitive, someone halp ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie: LP zone&lt;br /&gt;Socks : Sox Galeri, Bandung&lt;br /&gt;Skirt : online&lt;br /&gt;Shoes :Charles and Keith&lt;br /&gt;Scarf : Busura Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday's outfit for The Pink Dot was pretty dull:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3881/150/81/692606363/n692606363_2296578_6080521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3881/150/81/692606363/n692606363_2296578_6080521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point(ignore my face plz). Photo by Diana!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The pinkest shirt I got. I always have no idea how to coordinate that shirt, so I don't think this is anything interesting at all..That's Fiona next to me. She's awesome too, yayy. Hopefully I'll have a steampunk shoot with her soon, sometime next month. I haven't done a birthday post yet of all my awesome presents (yes, I'm so late at posting that..) and even thought it IS really late I want to. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiok sendiri&lt;/span&gt; and record myself singing something. Like Three Cheers for five years. I remember promising David we'd do some harmonising..although that was last year, haha. The song has lost favour with me, but it's still pretty fun to sing Mayday Parade songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, anyone? I need some musicians who need a label! I'm really nice most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2126723270950355812?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2126723270950355812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2126723270950355812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2126723270950355812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2126723270950355812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-one-id-like-to-call-secretary.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ShALs-ZBjBI/AAAAAAAAA94/vsdbTA9FKkI/s72-c/DSCF0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1209521883427238319</id><published>2009-05-14T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:38:49.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahahah bloody brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business talk'/><title type='text'>a quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgu78YIwZNI/AAAAAAAAA9o/qk6St5OveZ0/s1600-h/aahahahdavid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgu78YIwZNI/AAAAAAAAA9o/qk6St5OveZ0/s320/aahahahdavid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335564829496206546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh dawid, I miss our random convos. Now you're in school ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind, once your holidays come round, you, kok chai and I are going swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgu5VLeZ-MI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nADyYRqPL7Q/s1600-h/3485535488_f19365027f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgu5VLeZ-MI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nADyYRqPL7Q/s320/3485535488_f19365027f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335561957059197122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I'd love to see Ash in similar threads like these. He'd look so good, it'll be mindblowing. Or without anything at all, that's good too ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be creating a separate blog for the business related side of things, like the progress of ZomRec and my empire. For one, this blog is way too full of random emotions and rants to ever be considered likeable and people just think it's dull. On the one hand I'm curious as to what my readers-a-month counter is, but that's me being vain. On the other hand, I don't really mind how people read this. Same motton applies - It's for me to read back and reflect. Although, if I do have readers who love reading this blog, please let me know via tagboard! Because God knows I'm neither likeable irl or online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd copypasta from my devart as a quick plug:&lt;br /&gt;If anyone in Singapore would like to book a studio to jam for a couple hours, our studio's rates are 15 SGD an hour, 28 SGD for two hours. My mum's company also does recordings for songs/albums and what have you. We're holding auditions every two weeks to scout for new talent. If anyone's interested please please drop me a note or comment on any of my journals! Or email me at hushabye_@hotmail.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1209521883427238319?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1209521883427238319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1209521883427238319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1209521883427238319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1209521883427238319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/quickie.html' title='a quickie'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgu78YIwZNI/AAAAAAAAA9o/qk6St5OveZ0/s72-c/aahahahdavid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6328682253653929273</id><published>2009-05-14T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:59:27.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahahah bloody brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakthrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'>outfits and the days-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oldest to newest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SgsREx-AGbI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/j2f36T7ZR7s/s1600-h/02-04-09_2300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SgsREx-AGbI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/j2f36T7ZR7s/s320/02-04-09_2300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335376957381024178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember when this is from, but I remember I wore this to meet Ash after work, and went stomping about the city with him. And then met mum afterward. I love this outfit, it's become my uniform. The outfit I throw on when I don't know what to wear or I'm in a rush to get dressed or to go para. I think I've worn seven variations of this outfit, so pinpointing a date would be quite useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag :Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Shoes :Batam&lt;br /&gt;Shoes : from boyfrand&lt;br /&gt;skirt: off an old dress&lt;br /&gt;hoodie :LP zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SgsREw-HCrI/AAAAAAAAA9I/4Uly_Sgcjkk/s1600-h/05-05-09_1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SgsREw-HCrI/AAAAAAAAA9I/4Uly_Sgcjkk/s320/05-05-09_1930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335376957113043634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also another 'uniform' when I feel too lazy to iron the skirt in the previous outfit. I think I'm starting to appreciate my skinnies, although I wish they weren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; fitting. Pairing it with a red belt is genius on my part I think, it gives me back my waist line. At certain angles I get a sort of elongated hourglass- I'm immensely pleased with this. I wear this when I feel pressed for time, especially when it's a last minute outing, and/or going out to just para and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider this my most dressed down look - anything more dressed down than this is what I consider sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top : BHG&lt;br /&gt;pants: ang mo kio central&lt;br /&gt;belt : from mum&lt;br /&gt;bag :random store in lucky plaza&lt;br /&gt;bow : handmade&lt;br /&gt;shoes : see above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SgsREiWeQFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/NPqEaIkXHjw/s1600-h/06-05-09_1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SgsREiWeQFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/NPqEaIkXHjw/s320/06-05-09_1906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335376953188696146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something more recent, I wore this out to meet Ash. I love the black dress, one of my favourite pieces. It's versatile and casual. Also a uniform, but not so much like the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress : Isetan&lt;br /&gt;Top : Mum's&lt;br /&gt;socks : citrus sox&lt;br /&gt;shoes :amk hub&lt;br /&gt;bag : toa payoh&lt;br /&gt;flower : chomel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far these are the most casual looks I've worn out, and by far the most frequent. These have become a sort of signature style for me(and I'm quite aware that it's not 'unique').  It's comfy and girly and no matter how simple I've made my 'style', I always make sure it's still layered and well thought out - even if it just so happened to be an afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am a firm believer in dressing up. You don't have to be decked to the nines in Chanel, Gucci or Dior. Just give a shit as to how you look. I'm so sick of seeing sloppily dressed Singaporeans I can cry ten bucketfuls of tears. I truly am. I'm waiting for the day when flip flop slippers will forever be banished and be replace by more sensible open toed shoes like Savanas, and when your fucking short super short shorts when we scorned and laughed at because they look terrible. When I mean short, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;-hanging-out-of-the-shorts-&lt;/span&gt; short. They just look terrible, what an eyesore. Even if you were fucking Giselle Buchan I'll rip those shorts right off you because those things just have got to fucking go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go for an interview, you'd bloody well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck it up&lt;/span&gt; and wear that coat and endure the heat. Why? Because your employer is going to look at you and think, "Hey, if they can't be stuffed to endure the heat for a 30-minute interview, why should I be stuffed to hire their lazy asses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really. There is a way of dressing down and still not look like a slob. If you're going out into the city, be bothered to at least have a bit of makeup on. Even if you hate it, at least don't leave your hair up in that limp ponytail like you just came out of the gym. Have some pride, give a shit as to how you look. I know a lot of people think I'm either a good dresser or off my rocker, but I know that I don't look like a hot mess. (However, this statement would not apply to the Me of secondary one and primary school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - what we need is tolerance. I think high caps that sit 5 inches above your head looks fucking stupid, and you think my frilly poofy skirts are dumb, but  you are the only one laughing. To me, it looks like you're trying to compensate the fact that you do not a functioning brain and hence enchance the size of your cranium with a cap. (ya know, to give the appearance of a huge ass brain) You don't see me laughing. At the end of the day...you're the one who looks like a jackass that's making fun of a person who's done nothing to you. And that's fine with me. And yes, I do think our poofy skirts hide our butts..hence solving the problem of "HONEY!!!!DOES MY BUTT LOOK BIG IN THIS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, malay boys and girls. PLEASE STOP DYING YOUR HAIR PLATINUM BLONDE. Most of you can't pull it off, and you just look like you dunked your head in bleach by accident. And for god's sake, touch up your fucking roots for god's sake. It's so unslightly. Most of you are also not attractive enough to pull it off or possess the facial structure nessecary to pull off platinum blonde flawlessly. And I don't know, I have mixed feeling about this. Some people can pull it off due to personality, some people just know how to dress to compliment their hair. It's really a mixed bag, and I really want people to just start giving a shit about how they look .It's so exasperating to see lazy youth/people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to conclude. What we need more of in this &lt;s&gt;world&lt;/s&gt; Singapore;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tolerance&lt;br /&gt;2. Creativity&lt;br /&gt;3. The ability to dress themselves&lt;br /&gt;4. Pride in their appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. It is important to note that I'm posting in the wee hours of the morning, and my train of thoughts are constantly interrupted by random things and hence my rants/arguments are ill-formed.  I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-6328682253653929273?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6328682253653929273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6328682253653929273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6328682253653929273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6328682253653929273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/outfits-and-days.html' title='outfits and the days-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SgsREx-AGbI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/j2f36T7ZR7s/s72-c/02-04-09_2300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-8755145122917242593</id><published>2009-05-12T02:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:47:08.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'>birthday post</title><content type='html'>It's like 3.33 am right now, so this'll be a quickie. Photos are quite blah since they're taken by my trusty 1.3 MP phone. It does the job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I had a birthday lunch with my dad. I think we ate at Yishun's Safra club thing..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh5KdLa7NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/H5Kztl3dQMA/s1600-h/07-05-09_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh5KdLa7NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/H5Kztl3dQMA/s320/07-05-09_1340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646979158535378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The soup of the day. Cream of broccoli...sounds ecke, but surprisingly yummy. Then again, I doubt they'd serve shitty tasting soups and make them the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soup&lt;/span&gt; of the day. I'm a big soup fan, mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh5ffmD8iI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lPIIzh8RALg/s1600-h/07-05-09_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh5ffmD8iI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lPIIzh8RALg/s320/07-05-09_1346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334647340584399394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My steak thing. Best part of it was the butter. It's that yellow disc. I thought it was cheese. Tasted divine! It's got rosemary and a really nutty herb (lol) I can't place my finger on. Steak was medium rare, tasted fantastic. I also learnt that chicken bacon looks like chicken poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh6Z7YhGXI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PscqCnrNCso/s1600-h/07-05-09_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh6Z7YhGXI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PscqCnrNCso/s320/07-05-09_1416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334648344476195186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The complimentary strawberry roll with custard (or was it part of the set? I forget.) which was quite tasty, although at this point I'm really too full to care for tasting it properly. It was nice having something to eat while talking to dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to dad for the yummy lunch! I'd go there again, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out of the club dad noticed a rock climbing wall and made a beeline for the information counter to inquire. While waiting for dad I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I ran into a vague arch nemesis (who is since pronounced dead in my mind) who gave me death glares of doom. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, some window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh8pIkNHOI/AAAAAAAAA84/Zgq71-jWTYs/s1600-h/07-05-09_1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh8pIkNHOI/AAAAAAAAA84/Zgq71-jWTYs/s320/07-05-09_1526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334650804736171234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some awesome shoes I think Ash would look great in. He should have one of every colour I think. It would suit him so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh8pNpZoqI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Fd0gL1c1xdA/s1600-h/07-05-09_1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh8pNpZoqI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Fd0gL1c1xdA/s320/07-05-09_1527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334650806100140706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWESOME RED POLKA DOT SHOES WHICH WERE ON SALE WHICH I DID NOT GET. But nevermind, I have my eye on another pair, which cost a wee bit more. (find out more in the next post probably.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh6aFpPULI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Pu0zduU-qQQ/s1600-h/07-05-09_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh6aFpPULI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Pu0zduU-qQQ/s320/07-05-09_1525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334648347230687410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I wore that day. Hey, dad did say casual. Blurry picture, I know, but I wasn't really paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;Top : regular criss cross top I always wear, BHG&lt;br /&gt;Skirt : Mustafa center, lololololololol&lt;br /&gt;Bag, scarf : idk, been with me since forever&lt;br /&gt;shoes : batam (gotta get like, two more pairs of these. They're so useful, I swear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos up later since I have a few from JB and celebrating my birthday/mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to go for a swim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-8755145122917242593?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8755145122917242593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=8755145122917242593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8755145122917242593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8755145122917242593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-post.html' title='birthday post'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sgh5KdLa7NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/H5Kztl3dQMA/s72-c/07-05-09_1340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-687583383262704192</id><published>2009-05-05T06:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:54:42.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please don't let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd only say that to the tune of I'd hate to be You  When People Find Out What This Song Is About, obviously. Otherwise it lose it's impact, and sounds too desperate and/or corny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-687583383262704192?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/687583383262704192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=687583383262704192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/687583383262704192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/687583383262704192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-dont-let-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2030260711275674395</id><published>2009-05-04T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:10:20.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love nur azriiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working things out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg NAFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'>a box of magic love-</title><content type='html'>Sooooo mum got me a box of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6Od99ki-I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/BRkFUQ-mSsg/s1600-h/DSCF0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6Od99ki-I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/BRkFUQ-mSsg/s320/DSCF0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331855654353406946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with :&lt;br /&gt;Some have been eaten, however. I had to restrain myself from wolfing everything down. Harder than it looks, I'll tell ya that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6SRLHwxzI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/cZ0wcvuNrwM/s1600-h/DSCF0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6SRLHwxzI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/cZ0wcvuNrwM/s320/DSCF0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331859832594024242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a horrible food photographer. Just a quick snap before I polished off the white chocolate ball thing and a mint cube. (yeah, the ones with a green leaf on them are mint chocolates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo sinful. I need to watch my weight again! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfits from past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Auditions on Mayday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6Oc6oZo6I/AAAAAAAAA64/-wRmNtp-KVM/s1600-h/DSCF0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6Oc6oZo6I/AAAAAAAAA64/-wRmNtp-KVM/s320/DSCF0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331855636279436194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Bodyline&lt;br /&gt;Blouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6OdeldSOI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Wb8-W9hqasA/s1600-h/DSCF0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6OdeldSOI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Wb8-W9hqasA/s320/DSCF0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331855645930768610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With and without scarf and bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Bodyline&lt;br /&gt;Blouse : from trip to Batam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss wearing lolita so much. Got strange comments, but at the end of the day I'm happy in my frills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdayyy:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6SRUPB9NI/AAAAAAAAA7g/zt5RkTjqiYU/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6SRUPB9NI/AAAAAAAAA7g/zt5RkTjqiYU/s320/DSC00222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331859835040429266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swimming with Azri! My outfit is pretty dull since I overuse those pencil shorts. So casual it's nothing interesting to document. Although if you're curious, it's a recycle of &lt;a href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/OUTFITSSSS/DSCF0330.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; outfit. I miss the water so much. Will probably be going swimming tomorrow if I wake up in time. Maybe I'll ask Hanu out for a dip 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, Mum's cousin's wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6OckQoEyI/AAAAAAAAA6w/wZJaP615VwM/s1600-h/DSCF0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6OckQoEyI/AAAAAAAAA6w/wZJaP615VwM/s320/DSCF0861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331855630274138914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6Odg3BXMI/AAAAAAAAA7I/BLEkTtepKhY/s1600-h/DSCF0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6Odg3BXMI/AAAAAAAAA7I/BLEkTtepKhY/s320/DSCF0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331855646541307074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closeup of corset/belt.&lt;br /&gt;Top: BHG (lol) modified&lt;br /&gt;Corset: Pasar Malam during hari raya (I can't wait for Raya now! )&lt;br /&gt;Belt : Helen&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: is actually a dress, from Ang mo Kio hub I think.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes :  Ang mo Kio&lt;br /&gt;Shawl : great gramma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love wearing this outfit. So far it's only my second outfit with a long skirt. The heat made my legs sweat so much though. The skirt actually touches the floor. It's so cool to walk in it, it's like my feet are levitating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been getting a lot of male attention. But I never notice because..I don't pay attention to my surroundings. I don't think I'm that attractive (only moderately so, or "not-so-horribly-deformed" attractive), and the reason why people stare is mostly due to my 'outlandish' outfits. This week had proven my theory wrong, and frankly, it scares me a little. Actually, it scares me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really see how men (or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; in general) are attracted to my loud personality. Maybe it's because they have no other choice but to listen to me, haha. I honestly think that I'd be the least likely person to have a boyfriend/girlfriend/admirer because males like females who are quiet,docile and sweet and can cook, clean and all that outdated things. Of course those things are necessary when married, but not while dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for NAFA to start. I can't wait to study! ...And I can't believe I just said that, but okay, I can't wait. I'm terrified of people, but hopefully I'll still be able to have lunch with Hanuram and/or Ash whenever I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2030260711275674395?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2030260711275674395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2030260711275674395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2030260711275674395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2030260711275674395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/box-of-magic-love.html' title='a box of magic love-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sf6Od99ki-I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/BRkFUQ-mSsg/s72-c/DSCF0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7508998669497707929</id><published>2009-04-29T19:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:31:20.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahahah bloody brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking genius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HANU HANU HANU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental orgasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omfg neil gaiman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LmfCGy_ZLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LmfCGy_ZLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so brilliant. Mental orgasm kay.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that some of my older works hold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; resemblance to his work, particularly in the "Day the saucers came" poem. So brilliant. Fantastic narrating voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, funny clip Ash sent me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1n3VSw1XBOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1n3VSw1XBOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK ON THAT, DARK KNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my hair is behaving well. Messy, the I-just-out-of-bed-and-it's-fucking-sexy hair, which looks totally strange in photos. Auditions this Friday, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdue pictures from outings past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para outing with girls, April 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBms1hLeI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JVRRcvmUh2k/s1600-h/DSCF0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBms1hLeI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JVRRcvmUh2k/s320/DSCF0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330082292119449058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Originally what I intended to wear, but changed last minute because I thought it looked too formal/something I'd wear when out with Ash to a movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBmgIVc-I/AAAAAAAAA54/eeOw_QG0iWc/s1600-h/DSCF0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBmgIVc-I/AAAAAAAAA54/eeOw_QG0iWc/s320/DSCF0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330082288708711394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something more informal- and my camera chooses to cut my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBm_pYsdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_eywixxSYfE/s1600-h/DSCF0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBm_pYsdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_eywixxSYfE/s320/DSCF0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330082297168835026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ditched the hat and wore a butterfly clip thing. I really love yellow it seems. Been wearing as much colour as I possibly can with black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBmbiqX3I/AAAAAAAAA5o/UQjRB5okNR0/s1600-h/DSCF0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBmbiqX3I/AAAAAAAAA5o/UQjRB5okNR0/s320/DSCF0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330082287476957042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;generic shoe shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBmO6tPZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/hOT1YyGUb5k/s1600-h/DSCF0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBmO6tPZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/hOT1YyGUb5k/s320/DSCF0654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330082284088147346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pPhotos in the toilet after we were done. I can't remember much from that day though, cept lots of para-ing, girly fun and laughing. I remember sticking my head into the hand dryer to dry my hair though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with classmates-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only got photos with Hanu though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEX44vgpI/AAAAAAAAA6g/b_45pNKTVP0/s1600-h/3121_1052549675269_1271605721_30122758_2591315_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEX44vgpI/AAAAAAAAA6g/b_45pNKTVP0/s320/3121_1052549675269_1271605721_30122758_2591315_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330085336191042194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always cover my mouth. I have no control over it what so ever in photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEXy5JwhI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/o4POoIkRQYA/s1600-h/3121_1052560035528_1271605721_30122790_3541179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEXy5JwhI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/o4POoIkRQYA/s320/3121_1052560035528_1271605721_30122790_3541179_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330085334582149650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he was on a step higher than me on the escalator, hence the shortness ahahahahah. Surprise shot, I look like such a jackass, yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEYDuxaxI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WKg1ZVuO3Mw/s1600-h/3121_1052563595617_1271605721_30122798_6240600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEYDuxaxI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WKg1ZVuO3Mw/s320/3121_1052563595617_1271605721_30122798_6240600_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330085339102014226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our height difference =.= YOU DON'T NEED THE BOUFFANT HAIR ANYMORE HANU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEX9PzDrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GydLCBsehMU/s1600-h/DSCF0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEX9PzDrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GydLCBsehMU/s320/DSCF0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330085337361485490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...I don't know what going on here. I told you I had no control over what my mouth does in photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEXtdqgQI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AX2DLYBW9pQ/s1600-h/DSCF0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhEXtdqgQI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AX2DLYBW9pQ/s320/DSCF0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330085333124677890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this skirt though. It swishes when I walk, like so drama mama. Also, when I cross my legs when sitting, totally can see the tops of my thigh-highs 8D click on the photo to enlarge, you can see a bit of skin there,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm posting today, but hahah that's a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7508998669497707929?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7508998669497707929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7508998669497707929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7508998669497707929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7508998669497707929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-so-brilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfhBms1hLeI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JVRRcvmUh2k/s72-c/DSCF0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4144921276144636178</id><published>2009-04-28T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:33:44.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love nur azriiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN FUN FUN'/><title type='text'>tea party at BA first anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmA15qw0I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SiNEZl_DLxA/s1600-h/DSCF0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmA15qw0I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SiNEZl_DLxA/s320/DSCF0774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329770479927083842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outfit rundown-&lt;br /&gt;Top: Jusco&lt;br /&gt;belt: Ice Lemon Tea (yes, I know. but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Handmade&lt;br /&gt;socks: Sox galeri in Bandung&lt;br /&gt;shoes, bag: Ang Mo kio&lt;br /&gt;headband: mini toons&lt;br /&gt;scarf: mum's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These shoes are so worth me being broke for the rest of the month! (more rambling about said shoes below)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmB4LYCcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uYoGyb501_4/s1600-h/DSCF0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmB4LYCcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uYoGyb501_4/s320/DSCF0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329770497718094274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit rundown-&lt;br /&gt;Bolero, jsk: baby&lt;br /&gt;socks: from pasar malam&lt;br /&gt;shoes: mine, from bata ahahah&lt;br /&gt;headbow: gift from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome day, meet so many cute people (and broke my reclusive rori stance) and learnt that people are nicer than I thought. Also, lots of girly fun in frills! I didn't take that many pictures, but I hope the ones taken by the official photographer will be up soon 8D Azri looks awesome in sweet lolita. I'm so making her buy that jsk &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmBe91wQI/AAAAAAAAA4g/XDcJsiR9yKQ/s1600-h/DSCF0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmBe91wQI/AAAAAAAAA4g/XDcJsiR9yKQ/s320/DSCF0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329770490950435074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm looks so thin/tan! I mean, seriously. I have got to go swimming more often kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmCN1NgiI/AAAAAAAAA44/Tso_Y6Bx_ks/s1600-h/DSCF0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmCN1NgiI/AAAAAAAAA44/Tso_Y6Bx_ks/s320/DSCF0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329770503530709538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This jsk looks fantastic with those shoes! They have this neat trick of looking like heels when in actual fact they're flats! Great for stomping about town. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sfcvmj9M22I/AAAAAAAAA5A/UiallcV0tSQ/s1600-h/DSCF0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sfcvmj9M22I/AAAAAAAAA5A/UiallcV0tSQ/s320/DSCF0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329781023549741922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azri in said Jsk, with me in a bssb black princess-scalloped jsk(has a really long name) and it fits like a dream! Although it's a little big in the waist. I took the back ties and tied it infront, if not my waist would have been non existant, haha. Azri srsly looks fantastic in that jsk. I can't wait till we both can get our dream jsks *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmBaMt2pI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QQ9Uwj-PUM0/s1600-h/DSCF0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmBaMt2pI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QQ9Uwj-PUM0/s320/DSCF0740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329770489670654610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kammie! She's so cute. I think her entire outfit is from baby. She played Parapara, yay! Also, being in lolita hinders my movements, and makes me suck at this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People liked my skirt, yay! Dusty said it was like a psychedelic trippy skirt with colours you see when high. Exactly what I was going for! Furthermore, the colours melded together, even more trippiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sfc7AHU6KmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JVGO6YQ_Ptk/s1600-h/DSCF0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sfc7AHU6KmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JVGO6YQ_Ptk/s320/DSCF0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329793557169056354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sfc6_w5be3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/iLmE0_7qIyk/s1600-h/DSCF0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sfc6_w5be3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/iLmE0_7qIyk/s320/DSCF0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329793551148219250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These babies are the reason why I'm not to spend anymore for the rest of the month. I'm also saving up for that JSK, I've still got $369 to go! I must say, they're well worth my restraint. I've been looking high and low for shoes like these. I got them at Trendy Zone, a shop in Ang Mo Kio hub. I knew there had to be a reason why I wanted to go there! I bought these on the eve of the tea party, forgetting about it. Until Azri called to ask, then I was insanely happy I got them, haha. I can't wait to use the brown t-strap ones! The black (or rather, Ash-gray) ones are so soft I was afraid of scuffing them and in effect tearing the very material. My outfit for the tea party was rushed, admittedly. It's basically a recyle of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sfc8Gg66i3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/D7wXucfuI6U/s1600-h/DSC_9989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/Sfc8Gg66i3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/D7wXucfuI6U/s320/DSC_9989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329794766630194034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't very creative, haha. My cropping skills are so awesome, haahhaha. I want anothe shoot with Ash, something honest, clean and simple. At the same time showing a design of mine. Okay, maybe when I've already sewn something new, which I haven't done in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New rule : dress in lolita more often. So often that you readers will get so sick of the same clothes over and over 8D That is, if I even had any readers in the first place, which I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I should also post more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, it's like, 1.30 am and I'm not risking an increase in my eyebags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4144921276144636178?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4144921276144636178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4144921276144636178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4144921276144636178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4144921276144636178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/tea-party-at-ba-first-anniversary.html' title='tea party at BA first anniversary!'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SfcmA15qw0I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SiNEZl_DLxA/s72-c/DSCF0774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7778361511926907108</id><published>2009-04-20T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:09:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU TWO SEPERATELY, AND I LOVELOVE LOOVEEEE YOU TWO TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES IT'S CAPLOCK MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7778361511926907108?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7778361511926907108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7778361511926907108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7778361511926907108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7778361511926907108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-love-love-you-two-seperately-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6262211192857437344</id><published>2009-04-20T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:35:26.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HANU HANU HANU'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outing last Saturday was pretty awesome, even if I was sweating like, all the time =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to hanu for being my body guard that day &lt;3 I think I got a picture of my outfit, but it's pretty dull and non-Anis. Still comfy as heck to wear though, and it totally splits open to reveal some thigh, heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-6262211192857437344?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6262211192857437344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6262211192857437344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6262211192857437344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6262211192857437344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/outing-last-saturday-was-pretty-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-424902326391074481</id><published>2009-04-19T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:12:33.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think we're both quite useless at this thing. Frankly, I hate MSN with a vengeance because it causes so many misunderstandings between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, what does it matter now, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-424902326391074481?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/424902326391074481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=424902326391074481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/424902326391074481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/424902326391074481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-were-both-quite-useless-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2389935175666222316</id><published>2009-04-17T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:55:20.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still have a fever and shit. This blows, I'd better get well by tomorrow =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho yeah, new skin. Ash cam over on the 15th to look after me. It's pretty embarrassing, because I'm a huge crybaby when I'm sick. And the reason why I remember the date so well is mostly due to me saying(in my heightened delusion)." ASH IT'S TWO YEARS AND A HALF 8DDDD" with a really moronic grin on my face. He says I make funny noises when I sleep, a sort of animal. Geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2389935175666222316?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2389935175666222316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2389935175666222316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2389935175666222316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2389935175666222316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-still-have-fever-and-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7698414236959381613</id><published>2009-04-13T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:17:44.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...that's it. I've never felt so defeated and unwanted. Guess there's a first time for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7698414236959381613?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7698414236959381613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7698414236959381613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7698414236959381613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7698414236959381613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4059365748772808656</id><published>2009-04-12T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:01:12.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love nur azriiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working things out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HANU HANU HANU'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. things between Ash and I are considerably better. Just that he's leaving soon in July, so we're going to spend whatever time we have left. And try&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; to get mad at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty awesome day. Hanuram and Azri came over today for some Guitar Hero and general talk and watching Janice Dickinson's Modeling Agency. Random fun and lots of laughs, I love you both so dearly. Ash was supposed to come but wasn't feeling well. He'll make it up to me tomorrow when we watch Fanboys! I feel so excited to the point that I can't sleep. It's been a while since I've last had this feeling of anticipation. Almost like...a first date. I miss all these feelings, and I'm glad they're for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longer blogpost (and pictures) up tomorrow when I'm rested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4059365748772808656?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4059365748772808656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4059365748772808656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4059365748772808656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4059365748772808656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-3381910812330890156</id><published>2009-04-10T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:04:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck this. I can't believe you have to leave. YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FUCKING LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you're..not. It'll be painfully naive of me to think you'd be here forever. I'm so tired of fighting and arguing.  Our ...bliss comes crashing down so easily,and all i can think of is "I'm sorry. Let's start over".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm starting to miss you already, and you haven't even left yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-3381910812330890156?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/3381910812330890156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=3381910812330890156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/3381910812330890156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/3381910812330890156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-this.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7065315711718997065</id><published>2009-04-08T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:46:44.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, I just got fucked, twice times over. And I don't mean sexually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pissed off, hurt and feeling like shit basically, but it's not worth all this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious you aren't worth shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7065315711718997065?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7065315711718997065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7065315711718997065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7065315711718997065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7065315711718997065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-just-got-fucked-twice-times.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-793171264912706339</id><published>2009-04-07T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:07:13.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess I'm still only fourteen years old, and you've outgrown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the perfect way to end things; it was an awesome outing. Time to move on I guess.&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/455240675861983013-793171264912706339?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/793171264912706339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=793171264912706339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/793171264912706339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/793171264912706339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-im-still-only-fourteen-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4049727360678741195</id><published>2009-04-03T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:32:06.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdTngkdmoOI/AAAAAAAAA4A/tU22LNzT-aM/s1600-h/DSCF0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdTngkdmoOI/AAAAAAAAA4A/tU22LNzT-aM/s320/DSCF0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320131606561071330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outfit from today. One of my favourites, because it is so comfy and casual. Met mum for a bit, visited the studio and then met Ash for a bit for general discussion and fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rundown!&lt;br /&gt;bow: handmade&lt;br /&gt;top, shoes : batam&lt;br /&gt;skirt : no idea, cut off from a previous dress&lt;br /&gt;hoodie : L.P zone&lt;br /&gt;socks : gift from ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty good day overall. Swimming tomorrow with rubini and hanu, yayyy&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4049727360678741195?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4049727360678741195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4049727360678741195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4049727360678741195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4049727360678741195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/outfit-from-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdTngkdmoOI/AAAAAAAAA4A/tU22LNzT-aM/s72-c/DSCF0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5938304518373717943</id><published>2009-04-01T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:33:08.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kok chai exclamation mark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minor update'/><title type='text'>outing!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, March 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo I got up early, got ready and meet Ash for lunch and general hanging out and discussion. No pictures of him and I however, because I forget. Met up with Kok Chai and Dawiddd at orchad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEAWy5q0I/AAAAAAAAA24/ouxgw6r9QeA/s1600-h/DSCF0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEAWy5q0I/AAAAAAAAA24/ouxgw6r9QeA/s320/DSCF0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740726508628802" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;First photo of the day. David has no eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stomping about Far east, Ash got himself a shirt. I think we were there for about two hours then he had to head off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Taka and making random jokes. Nearly got kok chai to walk into a sex shop. Would've been awesome. Anyway. They got new pouches and I got the rest of Kok Chai's gelato(!!!) there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOFr58Q-hI/AAAAAAAAA3w/fPm5RPSmDLk/s1600-h/DSCF0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOFr58Q-hI/AAAAAAAAA3w/fPm5RPSmDLk/s320/DSCF0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319742574189148690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David's wrist thingy for a dollar. Scandalous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOFr9Mj1II/AAAAAAAAA3o/Bb4xt6u6Wa4/s1600-h/DSCF0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOFr9Mj1II/AAAAAAAAA3o/Bb4xt6u6Wa4/s320/DSCF0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319742575062799490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only good photo we got before my camera died on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOFruwGYUI/AAAAAAAAA3g/yeLVyAB0r_k/s1600-h/DSCF0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOFruwGYUI/AAAAAAAAA3g/yeLVyAB0r_k/s320/DSCF0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319742571185332546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEBKrSXLI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Uhp7gdeb11A/s1600-h/DSCF0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEBKrSXLI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Uhp7gdeb11A/s320/DSCF0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740740435336370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ignore my face. the only other photo halfway decent, haha. We also fail at recognizing the space we had. thinking it'd be cramped, we cramped to one side. how silly =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEAr2MchI/AAAAAAAAA3I/-bkQPv4iT8Q/s1600-h/DSCF0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEAr2MchI/AAAAAAAAA3I/-bkQPv4iT8Q/s320/DSCF0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740732159586834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we're in Tangs? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEA-oOE_I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ed11G41G-hg/s1600-h/DSCF0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEA-oOE_I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ed11G41G-hg/s320/DSCF0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740737201247218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahahaahahha priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEAqkbE8I/AAAAAAAAA3A/aO7g9tMYmiU/s1600-h/DSCF0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEAqkbE8I/AAAAAAAAA3A/aO7g9tMYmiU/s320/DSCF0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740731816612802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is happy to have his own "brand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOFsIjOQZI/AAAAAAAAA34/ZrwqEnx-dDg/s1600-h/DSCF0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOFsIjOQZI/AAAAAAAAA34/ZrwqEnx-dDg/s320/DSCF0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319742578110644626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anndddd my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome day in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIMMING! with hanuram. Didn't sleep,left the house at 8 am and got there pretty late, at about 9am. Fucking hot, my skin feels burnt. Managed ten laps and he did..two? I think. Ate something small, talked/bitched about things and left home. Felt like dead meat, dragging myself about. Was supposed to meet Ash for lunch but had an argument so I slept until 8.30pm, drifting in and out of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go swim again soon, or jog at least. My weight is still the same, and it frustrates me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5938304518373717943?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5938304518373717943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5938304518373717943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5938304518373717943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5938304518373717943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/outing.html' title='outing!'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SdOEAWy5q0I/AAAAAAAAA24/ouxgw6r9QeA/s72-c/DSCF0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7257860468942468805</id><published>2009-04-01T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:30:45.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got better, a lot better. In fact, so good that I could feel all my insecurities melt away- they just didn't exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And then it all came to a crashing end. Why? Because I didn't feel like you understood me, at all. Yes, everything is about me me me me ememememememememeemmeemmem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm, if you please. I've had a pretty good start of the week. Guess I peeked too early. Hoping things will get better, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7257860468942468805?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7257860468942468805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7257860468942468805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7257860468942468805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7257860468942468805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-got-better-lot-better.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1366518585755451672</id><published>2009-03-27T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:15:03.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfrand not really'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, that's the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories Ash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1366518585755451672?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1366518585755451672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1366518585755451672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1366518585755451672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1366518585755451672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-thats-end.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-8248365555130851538</id><published>2009-03-18T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:57:23.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM BANDUNG. My cell is also spoilt, so plz to  calling my house phone plz ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZhc19XbGWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZhc19XbGWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I really like them. hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-8248365555130851538?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8248365555130851538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=8248365555130851538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8248365555130851538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8248365555130851538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-bandung.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2844425962495420149</id><published>2009-03-06T03:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:01:51.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love nur azriiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg NAFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwid'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, it's almost 4 and I just hung up on David. I just lost all communication skills. Kinda fun talking to him again, he's so full of lulz. I'm craving to go out with them again. Also, I'm craving a nice snuggle session from Ash. Need comfort plox ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got into NAFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it, considering I thought I'd fucked up the entire test. Although I'm terrified at the prospect of meeting new people. I'm just so goddamn awkward. I clamor up and tell inappropriate jokes that offend people more than amuse them. I am itching to go out to para. Azri, plz to stop working nao ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to see Ash today. Might be good after all the fighting. Also, I've started praying again. I'm proud of myself. And I'm almost done with a drawing that was supposed to be for Valentines. Ahh well. Pray that I get a new laptop charger *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2844425962495420149?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2844425962495420149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2844425962495420149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2844425962495420149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2844425962495420149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-its-almost-4-and-i-just-hung-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1184174797782015089</id><published>2009-02-19T12:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:38:23.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazi uniforms are hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom freaking cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Walküre</title><content type='html'>I don't care that this picture is too big for my layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tigerofthesea.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/valkyrie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://tigerofthesea.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/valkyrie3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were both sick on VeeDay, Tuesday was our Valentines. &lt;br /&gt;We watched Walküre, in which I bawwed like a baby at the end. The film got slammed by critics however, I found it enthralling. I'm neither fan nor 'hater' of Tom Cruise, but I liked it. I know next to nothing about Operation Valkyrie itself because I find German history just a bit too taxing. God knows how Ash does it, I fail at it buttt anyway. Even though the Nazi uniform has long been associated with evil, I still think it's just so damn smart. And hot. That aside, von Stauffenburg takes his eye in and out like he does contact lenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to bring more things into the cinema. Or,ya know, rip my own arm off just so I have something to throw at them morons for laughing at inappropriate times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your superior is suspicious of you when you do not say in response, "Heil Hitler!" this is not a funny moment. When you respond,"HEIL HITLER" in a loud, convincing tone and lifting the arm that has been amputated because of the war your Führer is leading, it is NOT a funny moment. To me, it was a sort of...well, I'm not quite sure how I should interpret it. It sort of says, "Heil Hitler, the man whose war has my arm loped off and yet I'm still a faceless colonel serving him in his war". It could mean either way, either Stauffenburg was showing his loyalty, or showing his defiance by using his amputated arm. But NO, to the other children in the audience, it was a hahahahahah funny moment. Thanks for ruining that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I really did enjoy the show. Half the time I had Ash's arm around me, and the other half I was on the edge of my seat, not particularly sure of what to do but watch. Thank god he always has tissues, I cried...a lot. The last scene is so dramatic too. Adjutant von Haeften runs into Stauffenburg's path and is shot first. Stauffenburg just screams, "LONG LIVE SACRED GERMANY" and is shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible story teller, but that was the gist. It was such an awesome date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1184174797782015089?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1184174797782015089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1184174797782015089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1184174797782015089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1184174797782015089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/walkure.html' title='Walküre'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-292575659027158251</id><published>2009-02-16T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:12:53.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o, how the mighty have fallen.</title><content type='html'>pointless to hope for better things. Anyway, I was wasting my time. You don't care, do there is no point to miss you or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things aside, I still really hate my weight and I want to um, magically drop it all off. Para this Wednesday if I'm well enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I really wished you were dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-292575659027158251?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/292575659027158251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=292575659027158251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/292575659027158251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/292575659027158251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-how-mighty-have-fallen.html' title='o, how the mighty have fallen.'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-594272577854756239</id><published>2009-02-13T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:04:40.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahahah bloody brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shitz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is incredibly trippy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SInPXQCBQ7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SInPXQCBQ7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu MAC&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;That blondie's outfit is reminiscent of Lolita in a strange way. More of Nabokov's Lolita than the fashion though(hello underwear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,on a less trippy note, I really hate being me at the moment. More of the fact that I'm horrible on myself. Nothing terrible in my life is happening, it's all an internal thing. Although my weight is acceptable on weight-for-height scales, I don't know. I think all the paint I've inhaled for the past few years has finally gotten to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like what, 57 kilograms and 165 centimeters. I'm hoping to bring it down to like..50 or something. Weight matters aside, sounds like a challenge. I like a challenge. Last year I was like..63 or 65 kilograms at my heaviest, and I lost about 8 kilos off, my goal exactly for the year! XD I got it down to 55kilos for kicks, but mum told me I looked too skinny for my own good, and that my boobs were threatening to take over my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm in a bad place right now. Just hope this will all come to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for still being here, Ash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-594272577854756239?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/594272577854756239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=594272577854756239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/594272577854756239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/594272577854756239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-crap-this-is-incredibly-trippy.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5720307414443916515</id><published>2009-02-12T04:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:50:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy crap, do I regret quitting dance classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, ballet. If not, I'd be able to touch my freaking toes! (stretch and whatnot I'm sure) However, I may lose my boob weight. Mm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5720307414443916515?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5720307414443916515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5720307414443916515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5720307414443916515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5720307414443916515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-crap-do-i-regret-quitting-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7423542735082373443</id><published>2009-02-10T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:13:22.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/lacarmina"&gt;This girl&lt;/a&gt; makes me rage SO MUCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz 2 b getting an idea of what Lolita is, kthnxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7423542735082373443?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7423542735082373443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7423542735082373443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7423542735082373443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7423542735082373443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-girl-makes-me-rage-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4101048212655726370</id><published>2009-02-09T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:26:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just goes to show you that you can't trust anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Especially not a douchebag like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4101048212655726370?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4101048212655726370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4101048212655726370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4101048212655726370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4101048212655726370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-goes-to-show-you-that-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4070337513726847777</id><published>2009-02-09T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:46:11.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with dawid and kc!&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAdOvy-3RME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAdOvy-3RME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIMMING, FRIDAY7 JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo I woke up late, got out late, and got there late. They seemed pretty okay though, sorry guys ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was over dressed. Anyway. We took a cab there to Anchorvale CC because we'd get lost. Getting the cab itself was horribly taxing. It kinda made me wonder just about a thousand times over why we didn't hang out more while we were in school. Kok chai is really funny. We had to walk up a fair distance away from school to get a cab. All the cabs seemed to be traveling on the opposite side instead of ours. Infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there though, and practically ran out of the cab. AND OMG, ONLY 80 CENTS TO GET IN, SIBEH HAPPY. We swam and splashed and laughed and...zzz got water in my nose. The slides are more awesome than they look. Anyway, we left after a while to go have dinner. Kc left early to celebrate his granpa's birthday. David and I walked about quite zombie and dull and left like a half hour after Kc left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much that day in a nutshell 8D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go out again with them&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with &lt;a href="http://your-weirdness.blogspot.com"&gt;Azri&lt;/a&gt; for para and general girly fun. We para-ed for a good 2 hours, eat and walked about. SHOPPING! Lots of trying clothes on and taking them off. We went in out of the same changing room about 5 times. Holy crap it was fun. But I wished we weren't so tired. Before we left she got her brother's pencil case and we went into Topshop into a last ditch effort to be energetic. I danced in three inch heels 8D The shoes there are awesome, I'd get them in a heart beat if I were shorter. SO MUCH FUN TODAY! Para-ed, eating sweets, chocolate, MORE PARA and SHOPPING. Perfect day to be girly&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from today will be uploaded soon I think. Sadly, no pictures taken on Friday u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am in a really good mood. Hopefully I'll be able to meet up with Ash soon, and get my laptop charger wire fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4070337513726847777?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4070337513726847777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4070337513726847777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4070337513726847777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4070337513726847777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/outing-with-dawid-and-kc3.html' title='outing with dawid and kc!&lt;3'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-213363837030187990</id><published>2009-02-06T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:28:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect photo-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="602"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=111956060&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=111956060&amp;width=1337" height="602" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/111956060/"&gt;Phototest-&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://tehstarguardian.deviantart.com/"&gt;TehStarGuardian&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less sums him up. His sister took it, accidental genius&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-213363837030187990?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/213363837030187990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=213363837030187990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/213363837030187990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/213363837030187990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-photo.html' title='perfect photo-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-3373705536351524535</id><published>2009-02-05T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:44:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos with ash-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYsIOeOUEhI/AAAAAAAAA2w/3gaMwUepXFk/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYsIOeOUEhI/AAAAAAAAA2w/3gaMwUepXFk/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299338431255810578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one just to give you an idea of what I wore. Also, I need to learn how to use Photoshop. I know, I'm a horrible model. The skirt got ruined by the end of the day, but I was so proud to wear it out!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, skirt is by me, blouse from Jusco, and everything else is offbrand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-3373705536351524535?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/3373705536351524535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=3373705536351524535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/3373705536351524535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/3373705536351524535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/photos-with-ash.html' title='photos with ash-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYsIOeOUEhI/AAAAAAAAA2w/3gaMwUepXFk/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5099792888014621407</id><published>2009-02-01T01:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:54:50.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMPLETE AND UTTER CRAP 8D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that made you go 8DDDD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love nur azriiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture spam'/><title type='text'>cause we're both 'tards anyway..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNuwi6tqI/AAAAAAAAA14/o1vdTkO-FsU/s1600-h/DSC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNuwi6tqI/AAAAAAAAA14/o1vdTkO-FsU/s320/DSC00165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297514896139400866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look more EXTREME, ADMIT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNutXSaXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/PdwDltRRShs/s1600-h/DSC00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNutXSaXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/PdwDltRRShs/s320/DSC00156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297514895285315954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I TOLD YOU I HAD A WEDGIE, BUT NOOOO YOU-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNt4r96bI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TWU9FIsPGNA/s1600-h/DSC00120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNt4r96bI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TWU9FIsPGNA/s320/DSC00120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297514881144973746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWW SHIT NOW IT'S RIDING UP, IT HURTS K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNtOsiJ_I/AAAAAAAAA1g/tJTeYlduJRI/s1600-h/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNtOsiJ_I/AAAAAAAAA1g/tJTeYlduJRI/s320/DSC00118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297514869873059826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oooo, but it's awwwwright, cause I just let one rip. CAN'T YA TELL BY MY FACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNsYY-NpI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/NlABjhMNrV8/s1600-h/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNsYY-NpI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/NlABjhMNrV8/s320/DSC00115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297514855295497874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOOO AZRI, THEY STOLE YOUR FACEEE DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;(and my nose apparently, I ONLY HAS THOSE GIGANTO HOLES IN MY FACE D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, SERIOUS PICTURES GAISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSOetiXF8I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Hwd7ayFDCe0/s1600-h/DSC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSOetiXF8I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Hwd7ayFDCe0/s320/DSC00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297515719965480898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NO NO YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG. THERE ARE TOO HUGE ASS HOLES AGAIN, WHEN WILL I LEARN OH THE HUMILITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSPB6x37yI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lLeSYxfPJDo/s1600-h/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSPB6x37yI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lLeSYxfPJDo/s320/DSC00147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297516324815630114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, SERIOUSLY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSPB1TgNkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/jibDwWkCLYQ/s1600-h/DSC00159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSPB1TgNkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/jibDwWkCLYQ/s320/DSC00159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297516323346069058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope sorry, you still look like a 'tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSQWKcL_UI/AAAAAAAAA2o/UK9PK2I2jP8/s1600-h/DSC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSQWKcL_UI/AAAAAAAAA2o/UK9PK2I2jP8/s320/DSC00154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297517772128648514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST THERE, TRY HARDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSPCWaN3LI/AAAAAAAAA2g/PTDAOxStlxY/s1600-h/DSC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSPCWaN3LI/AAAAAAAAA2g/PTDAOxStlxY/s320/DSC00121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297516332232596658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go, a proper picture. Lookin sexy thar bb. (not you to the Right, you still look blah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA TIME PLOX. Pictures from my camera are STUCK WITHIN UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. THANK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5099792888014621407?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5099792888014621407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5099792888014621407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5099792888014621407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5099792888014621407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-were-both-tards-anyway.html' title='cause we&apos;re both &apos;tards anyway..'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SYSNuwi6tqI/AAAAAAAAA14/o1vdTkO-FsU/s72-c/DSC00165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-8428516101371136410</id><published>2009-01-31T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:45:31.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the nutcracker prince-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0p4IHIW7H8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0p4IHIW7H8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-8428516101371136410?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8428516101371136410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=8428516101371136410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8428516101371136410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8428516101371136410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/nutcracker-prince.html' title='the nutcracker prince-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5678086817835021029</id><published>2009-01-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:26:27.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahahah bloody brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"This time, I won't come back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5678086817835021029?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5678086817835021029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5678086817835021029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5678086817835021029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5678086817835021029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time-i-wont-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2297579922686235599</id><published>2009-01-28T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:53:28.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother stories'/><title type='text'>so, childhood eh?</title><content type='html'>For the past week or so, I've been indulging in old favourites. Started off thinking about old cartoons I used to watch. Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8UPG-pWWFM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8UPG-pWWFM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely remember having a crush on Ja-Kal, because he's just &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; noble. And he speaks in riddles. Strange taste in &lt;s&gt;fictional&lt;/s&gt; men. I finished watching all the episodes uploaded, I feel sad there aren't anymore. Boo. I love that they all treat Nefertina like a baby sister, instead of trying to get into her (mummified) pants. Searching for this was annoying as hell because my M button is hard to press on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wT_oY6dox3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wT_oY6dox3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this on tape. I think we had like..2 episodes? I'm still watching the episodes. Oh geez, I live a hermit lifestyle. Anyway, I really like Goliath's voice. Something about me and voices. The thing about Gargoyles that really gets me is that &lt;i&gt;DISNEY&lt;/i&gt; aired it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/quzY7ONePM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/quzY7ONePM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't recall the show specifically, that theme song is just so damn CATCHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ai_dNHHR1HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ai_dNHHR1HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also very catchy, and very femmy. Makes my skin crawl at how much I love watching this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDxOx24EHzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDxOx24EHzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely remember this show. Theme song is too long winded and there are no easy words to remember, and hence was the hardest to recall. Now, if you just had easy words like SHE-RA! SHE-RA! SHE-RA! SHE-RA!, people would remember your show a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBqAzfg1c5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBqAzfg1c5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reboot-I remember this because Ash asked whether I knew of it. I said no, until I saw the video of the theme song. haha. Holy crap, cartoons have devolved into not much now. Of course there are exceptions, but I'll be damned if my child (if I had one) had to watch the stuff on TV. As good as they might be, they shouldn't be ignorant of the classics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a new blogskin. Last outing with Nad and gang tomorrow, I'm gunna dance like there's no tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2297579922686235599?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2297579922686235599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2297579922686235599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2297579922686235599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2297579922686235599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-childhood-eh.html' title='so, childhood eh?'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5628096408983709012</id><published>2009-01-28T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:20:42.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- weight gain is annoying. geez. Need to get rid of a couple more kilograms, yay.&lt;br /&gt;- more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;- I love jusco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok Im done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5628096408983709012?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5628096408983709012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5628096408983709012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5628096408983709012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5628096408983709012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/weight-gain-is-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4756597806286416365</id><published>2009-01-20T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:15:32.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was one of the rare nights that I forget about being a brat. That I forget about the small house I live in and how stifling it is. For the first time in a long while, I realized again how cruel the world outside is. I forgot how other parents need to sell their daughters in order to get by. How many thousands of girls and boys out there suffering right now? How can I possibly sit motionless and unmoved by their plight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At the risk of sounding overtly dramatic, all started when I decided to start cleaning my closet. So I had Hallmark on because I lost my remote and I was lazy to change it. So it's 1am and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_Trafficking_(TV_miniseries)"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was on. What do I do? Watch. And the first thing that greets me is that viewer discretion disclaimer. Not for the "faint of heart". Oh geez, I thought I was made of stronger stuff. There were so many instances in the movie where I just stop and hold my face in my hands and weep. The only thought going through my head was,"How can you let this happen?" And after a while, I started praying. Eventually I stopped, I could hear myself murmuring,"Dear God, I don't know what to pray anymore. Help them." And continued weeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped breathing for a while when there was too much mucus blocking my nasal cavity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hurt too much that I could do nothing. How many more thousands of children are abducted every single fucking minute? How many have been abducted while I'm typing out all this? Fuck. I'm really not ready to be grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4756597806286416365?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4756597806286416365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4756597806286416365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4756597806286416365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4756597806286416365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-was-one-of-rare-nights-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1122333650849239795</id><published>2009-01-17T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:26:20.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. On impulse I took Fashion Merchandising and Design..or whatitscalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1122333650849239795?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1122333650849239795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1122333650849239795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1122333650849239795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1122333650849239795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1817573615482699366</id><published>2009-01-16T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:56:29.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is not part of the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to go to NAFA by hook or by crook, take a diploma in Fashion merchandising and design and then by hook or by crook go fly with Singapore Airlines. Fly with them for 10 years while working another job when I'm not flying. I should be able to earn a decent amount of money by then to get myself a pretty motorbike and a decent sized house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, suddenly, I want to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT PART OF THE PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;NOT PART OF MY BLOODY PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I suddenly want to help children? Why do I suddenly want to inspire them? Why do I suddenly want a stable, practical job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just not made for the real world. Too indecisive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1817573615482699366?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1817573615482699366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1817573615482699366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1817573615482699366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1817573615482699366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-not-part-of-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1789227391304558391</id><published>2009-01-15T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:31:19.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faktion'/><title type='text'>letting you go-</title><content type='html'>The things that make us deep&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that we wont speak&lt;br /&gt;Well, you and I&lt;br /&gt;We don't feel like we used to&lt;br /&gt;Every day's a memory gone by&lt;br /&gt;What they are to me&lt;br /&gt;Too many words to ever speak&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here inside&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we make it all real&lt;br /&gt;I just cant decide&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you for a while&lt;br /&gt;Instead of letting you go again&lt;br /&gt;I can't be stuck here forever, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire, I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting you go&lt;br /&gt;I watch you go&lt;br /&gt;The things that bring us together&lt;br /&gt;Only wait to tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;Time goes passing over us&lt;br /&gt;We get lost within our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And nobody ever can remember&lt;br /&gt;How we got there strong or not&lt;br /&gt;We've gone limber and bent ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Towards our differences now&lt;br /&gt;Pulling us apart&lt;br /&gt;They always try to tell you&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright in time&lt;br /&gt;But what do they know&lt;br /&gt;They're just another&lt;br /&gt;That's missing something on the inside&lt;br /&gt;And how we'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;Better than a memory&lt;br /&gt;Is the question&lt;br /&gt;You will ask me&lt;br /&gt;You will ask me in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams&lt;br /&gt;You will ask me in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I should have done this long ago. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1789227391304558391?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1789227391304558391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1789227391304558391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1789227391304558391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1789227391304558391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/letting-you-go.html' title='letting you go-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7418942645350675904</id><published>2009-01-14T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:18:44.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh hayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were pretty okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7418942645350675904?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7418942645350675904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7418942645350675904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7418942645350675904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7418942645350675904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-hayyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-462698131362716392</id><published>2009-01-08T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:41:53.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;outing with aufa/david was awesome, but my day got ruined anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume things all you want. What a waste of my years.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. Time to move on, burn everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-462698131362716392?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/462698131362716392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=462698131362716392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/462698131362716392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/462698131362716392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/outing-with-aufadavid-was-awesome-but.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-2214414275544121779</id><published>2009-01-07T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:31:15.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl's day out~!</title><content type='html'>outing with david/aufa tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Girls' day out 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-2214414275544121779?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2214414275544121779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=2214414275544121779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2214414275544121779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/2214414275544121779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-day-out.html' title='girl&apos;s day out~!'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5639454674269083960</id><published>2009-01-05T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:43:03.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another night, another dream wasted on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5639454674269083960?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5639454674269083960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5639454674269083960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5639454674269083960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5639454674269083960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-night-another-dream-wasted-on.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1975111075413432276</id><published>2009-01-05T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:30:03.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etc;'/><title type='text'>et cetera</title><content type='html'>there's a subtle undercurrent in the&lt;br /&gt;stream you wade in; there be&lt;br /&gt;secret stones and hiding sharks awaiting&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find you now, what rock&lt;br /&gt;are you hiding under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find that filigree locket&lt;br /&gt;you've kept under your shirt&lt;br /&gt;the currents are getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;there are no secret rocks&lt;br /&gt;there are no secret rocks&lt;br /&gt;there are no secret rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you to hide under&lt;br /&gt;under the algae I did search, not&lt;br /&gt;a sign of your dark waves- none&lt;br /&gt;of them were snagged under&lt;br /&gt;the subtle waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to panic and kick and&lt;br /&gt;find you now- I worry excessively&lt;br /&gt;have you gone under?&lt;br /&gt;the currents are getting stronger now&lt;br /&gt;the currents are getting stronger now&lt;br /&gt;the currents are getting stronger now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why there are no secret rocks&lt;br /&gt;no secrets rocks to hide under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, in your silvered hair&lt;br /&gt;I find you hiding under&lt;br /&gt;flaccid fingers and dancing fronds&lt;br /&gt;and crying stones and shells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no more life in here&lt;br /&gt;not in the burning water here&lt;br /&gt;no bleeding rocks to embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1975111075413432276?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1975111075413432276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1975111075413432276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1975111075413432276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1975111075413432276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/et-cetra.html' title='et cetera'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-9161790781527714211</id><published>2009-01-04T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:08:42.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sekret addiction-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nestle.de/NR/rdonlyres/6098CB85-23DE-4A01-951D-1BAE1C07E954/0/mvk_Choco_Crossies_classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.nestle.de/NR/rdonlyres/6098CB85-23DE-4A01-951D-1BAE1C07E954/0/mvk_Choco_Crossies_classic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, indulgence once in a while. Dad bought me a box, which I intended to share with my brothers when they got home. Before I knew it, it was all gone. Luckily neither of them was home, so I can go out and get them a brand new box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level results soon. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-9161790781527714211?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/9161790781527714211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=9161790781527714211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/9161790781527714211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/9161790781527714211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sekret-addiction.html' title='my sekret addiction-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-3284658206391320346</id><published>2009-01-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:54:15.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking genius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lL4L4Uv5rf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lL4L4Uv5rf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I love Scrubs so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-3284658206391320346?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/3284658206391320346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=3284658206391320346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/3284658206391320346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/3284658206391320346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-i-love-scrubs-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7566909573909858969</id><published>2009-01-02T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:01:19.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, new year's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SVz_cJ94LRI/AAAAAAAAA0w/3Sph8dhEfBE/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SVz_cJ94LRI/AAAAAAAAA0w/3Sph8dhEfBE/s320/DSC00412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286380921802992914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap picture because this was taken when I got home in the morning. And well, my brother's a horrible photographer (srsly, why the tennis bag???? Didn't even ask me to shift, pfft.) And well, I'm lazy to crop, hah. The clock there is just about right, but an hour faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was supposed to meet Drew for the countdown, but mum asked whether we'd like to go for the countdown party at Seletar. I said yes immediately because well, I missed Seletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I ever danced like shiet,non-stop for 3 freaking hours. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. My corset thing kept coming undone, and my petti was deflated by the time I got home. Apparently I'm a good dancer, even though I've never danced, apart from para para. My makeup was messed up like woa,but it didn't really matter, half the time the room was in dimly-lit rooms with strobe lights.  I realized that I could only connect and converse with people who are either too young or older, but not those of my age group. It's almost depressing. Rather, it would be if I didn't find my peers to be dull. I felt like kicking myself in the bottom yesterday- turns out Hyde Park was virtually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infested&lt;/span&gt; with artists! Imagine the guidance I could've had while I was living in Seletar! Made me facepalm so many times. Also, I seem to only attract those of the older generation rather than the youngins =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's seriously frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wd5ONLSI8M0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wd5ONLSI8M0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun that I didn't even feel my knees buckling. Mum danced like crazy, and I headbanged and...did random moves. Danced with tabitha, my neighbour's daughter. She was so awesome. Everyone was under the impression that I was old enough to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions for this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make more clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. learn to sing without hurting myself&lt;br /&gt;3. lose about...five more kilograms? (haha)&lt;br /&gt;4. learn to believe in God&lt;br /&gt;5. be friendlier/nicer&lt;br /&gt;6. figure out my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7566909573909858969?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7566909573909858969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7566909573909858969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7566909573909858969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7566909573909858969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-new-years.html' title='So, new year&apos;s.'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SVz_cJ94LRI/AAAAAAAAA0w/3Sph8dhEfBE/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6703266876452037324</id><published>2008-12-30T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:33:04.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because I'm tired-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9oYL7wxD3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9oYL7wxD3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahaha cuteeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-6703266876452037324?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6703266876452037324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6703266876452037324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6703266876452037324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6703266876452037324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-im-tired.html' title='because I&apos;m tired-'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-752596359417332388</id><published>2008-12-30T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:25:06.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! going out with&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tomorrow!&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-752596359417332388?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/752596359417332388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=752596359417332388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/752596359417332388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/752596359417332388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-going-out-with-v-e-e-tomorrow333.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7230114586544888119</id><published>2008-12-29T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:45:29.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf plox'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fucking loathe my plans getting canceled. Especially thanks to you, you fucking dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You men are all fucking useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7230114586544888119?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7230114586544888119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7230114586544888119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7230114586544888119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7230114586544888119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-fucking-loathe-when-my-plans-get.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5695708015855200357</id><published>2008-12-25T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:01:05.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahahah bloody brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marilyn manson'/><title type='text'>disassociative.</title><content type='html'>I can tell you what they say in space&lt;br /&gt;That our earth is too grey&lt;br /&gt;But when the spirit is so digital&lt;br /&gt;The body acts this way&lt;br /&gt;That world was killing me&lt;br /&gt;That world was killing me&lt;br /&gt;Disassociative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nervous systems down, the nervous systems down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never get out of here&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to just float in fear&lt;br /&gt;A dead astronaut in space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads, my love&lt;br /&gt;We write our song in space like we are already dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;Your world was killing me&lt;br /&gt;Your world was killing me&lt;br /&gt;Disassociative&lt;br /&gt;Your world was killing me&lt;br /&gt;Your world was killing me&lt;br /&gt;Disassociative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never get out of here&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to just float in fear&lt;br /&gt;A dead astronaut in space&lt;br /&gt;The nervous systems down, the nervous systems down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! going out with David to source for prom stuff tomorrow. Holy crap, am excited.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty good day. I woke up late because I was so shagged from work (see, I can't work!). We were supposed to meet at 1pm, I woke up a half hour before that. We had ice cream at this Japanese restaurant on the Suntec basement. It was good,like woa. I remember I had raspberry and mint gelato. Both had airy sorts of flavours, nothing really solid but it was a pleasant surprise. Most mints I've tasted have this really strong taste, but this one had a sort of Darlie toothpaste flavour- somthing like and subtle, hinting with bits of mint. Mint and raspberry, brilliant combination. The raspberry was sour and tangy, made a wonderful companion to the mint. Just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, KARAOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an hour, we sat in that booth singing random songs (and dancing too) I vaguely remember making jerking movements (akin to dancing) to Ain't no other Man. So ridiculous *_* Tall  glasses of ice teas later, we were rushing to Marina Square for PARAPARA! We all kept taking turns, playing on HARD. Which has given me more toned biceps, surprisingly. My hand-eye coordination sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ash after, sorted out our differences. Somehow ended up in War Memorial singing song from Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge with him. It was great. The city is beautiful at night- you tend to see less people walking about War Memorial, and the sun is gone. So much cooler, I'm not sweating and ruining my makeup/hair/etc. Totally forgot about pictures today. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, SENG KANG STUDENTS (graduating ones anyway), please turn your attention &lt;a href="http://sky-seniorprom.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; PLZ 2 B CONFIRMING NOW. Getting irked by the lack of response. People keep complaining about there not being a prom, and when someone actually does it, they don't bother turning up. The fuck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5695708015855200357?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5695708015855200357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5695708015855200357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5695708015855200357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5695708015855200357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/disassociative.html' title='disassociative.'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-8932888573150160497</id><published>2008-12-23T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:21:49.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like something's going to rupture.</title><content type='html'>For once in a really long while, there is no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think, I thought I was having a great day. Sales were pretty good today, and a lady on the train home blessed me in all my future endeavors. She said I was amazing..which I blushed at. Ha. She saw me drawing, and suddenly exclaimed, "You're really good!" Which shocked me like hell. So I thought that was going to be the best end to my day. My coworkers were funny and nice, a really nice customer came by, and I got complimented. I expected to come home, find mum there watching Tv and folding clothes. To have her complain about how smelly my feet are and nag at me to go take a bloody shower. Or to call Ash up and tell him about my day, because I couldn't stop smiling all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had none of that, did none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, job's over by Wednesday. After that, then I'll figure out what the hell to do for my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a picture that made me lol silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SU_MmmhT9uI/AAAAAAAAA0o/au1sFKJ08qs/s1600-h/1_601962353l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SU_MmmhT9uI/AAAAAAAAA0o/au1sFKJ08qs/s320/1_601962353l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282665851476244194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha wtf aufa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-8932888573150160497?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8932888573150160497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=8932888573150160497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8932888573150160497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/8932888573150160497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/feels-like-somethings-going-to-rupture.html' title='Feels like something&apos;s going to rupture.'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SU_MmmhT9uI/AAAAAAAAA0o/au1sFKJ08qs/s72-c/1_601962353l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-460918220408150830</id><published>2008-12-18T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:49:19.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SUoOXDwumVI/AAAAAAAAA0g/vJMmYN63p1Y/s1600-h/okayla.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SUoOXDwumVI/AAAAAAAAA0g/vJMmYN63p1Y/s320/okayla.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281049302354794834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank you. It's true, so I gotta get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-460918220408150830?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/460918220408150830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=460918220408150830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/460918220408150830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/460918220408150830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SUoOXDwumVI/AAAAAAAAA0g/vJMmYN63p1Y/s72-c/okayla.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5474140230972078260</id><published>2008-12-18T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:14:38.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taken from Azri's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SUklOYt5VVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nINBiP8isEg/s1600-h/DSC09212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SUklOYt5VVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nINBiP8isEg/s320/DSC09212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280792967151965522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outfit from Loli-day. Nothing special, and extremely belated. That day was the day nadi came home, so I really needed to tone it down. Eh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit, I really hate being ignored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5474140230972078260?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5474140230972078260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5474140230972078260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5474140230972078260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5474140230972078260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/taken-from-azris-blog-my-outfit-from.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SUklOYt5VVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nINBiP8isEg/s72-c/DSC09212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-407790454939618076</id><published>2008-12-17T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:50:05.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally sent in my resignation letter. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-407790454939618076?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/407790454939618076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=407790454939618076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/407790454939618076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/407790454939618076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-sent-in-my-resignation-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-7056704855472388497</id><published>2008-12-11T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:39:11.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love nur azriiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture spam'/><title type='text'>because she's awesum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpoLLXDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/piVIp502e3g/s1600-h/DSC08887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpoLLXDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/piVIp502e3g/s320/DSC08887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200786739485746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpcwY3PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Ibs0EoutfKc/s1600-h/DSC08882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpcwY3PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Ibs0EoutfKc/s320/DSC08882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200783674334450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpXT4h0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/lc8WwREpd5s/s1600-h/DSC00444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpXT4h0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/lc8WwREpd5s/s320/DSC00444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200782212597570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, she looks like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpBlMnPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ZFpmlmCgMNU/s1600-h/DSC00379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpBlMnPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ZFpmlmCgMNU/s320/DSC00379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200776379636978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vowKlxhI/AAAAAAAAAzw/iiaZOeGuHxQ/s1600-h/DSC00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vowKlxhI/AAAAAAAAAzw/iiaZOeGuHxQ/s320/DSC00054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200771704636946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of favourite things to have on my arm because she'll go anywhere and everywhere. And she's there when I need her. Thank you.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-7056704855472388497?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7056704855472388497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=7056704855472388497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7056704855472388497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/7056704855472388497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-shes-awesum.html' title='because she&apos;s awesum'/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/ST_vpoLLXDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/piVIp502e3g/s72-c/DSC08887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6770460348041018308</id><published>2008-12-07T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:54:11.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, men are fucking useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just two in particular. Both of whom have cell phones in their possession, FUNCTIONING cell phones at that, and yet NEITHER ONE OF THEM ACTUALLY PICKED UP THEIR FUCKING PHONES. Yet they have the gall to get mad at ME when I don't pick up my phone.I know they must be busy, but HELLO. 20 miss calls in the past 2 hours. I just want to break their bloody cell phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Nadiah's coming home! Anddd, happy rori day my fellow frilly loves&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-6770460348041018308?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6770460348041018308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6770460348041018308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6770460348041018308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6770460348041018308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-men-are-fucking-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5319258368795669689</id><published>2008-12-06T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:58:58.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I snapped at mother after she asked me nicely to massage her aching legs. And I snapped. How the fuck could I do that to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5319258368795669689?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5319258368795669689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5319258368795669689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5319258368795669689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5319258368795669689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-snapped-at-mother-after-she-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1589009258191617379</id><published>2008-12-03T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:12:16.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling emo and shitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo tiemz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if my father felt this much pain after mum left. I wonder if he cried until there were potfuls of snot that kept coming.I wonder if he felt the only comfort he'd feel would be to bang his head against the wall until he bled. I wonder if he knows that I feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know that I can't stop crying for long.I keep holding back the urge to cry pitifully, all daylong while I work, and anytime I begin to sniff I say it's the cold. I'm sick still.It's been a while I was properly rested.Since the only thing I thought of was, "hm, I wonder if you're thinking of me now..." and then call to know that,surprise! you were. But in reality,you were bored, and have been for a while. In reality, "love" is a lie made highly popular by hallmark. In reality...I spent two years taking one step forward, twenty steps back.It kills me to know that. I knew you were hiding things from me.I just didn't know what. I gave everything I had. But it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad it didn't. I'm sad that I'd been lied to, and mocked. I'm sad because...I'm a failure. What I am...serves as nothing. Nothing at all. I was thinking of quitting my job at Chomel, because it really sucks. Now it seems like the only way I can forget you. To not think about the things we did, the things we laughed about, the things that mattered. Or that you used to do the little things I ask of you,like kissing my toe or wearing my head bow. Today a group of ite students came in to look.I died a little inside, feigning tiredness to hide my face behind the counter. I felt then that I had to let you go. And everything else you were connected to. I wanted to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do. Although now it just feels like my lungs are collapsing and there is nothing else I can do but cry and cry and cry and drown myself.I'm not strong enough to do this. I hate being alone. I hate being abandoned, and I hate being sad. I hate being alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1589009258191617379?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1589009258191617379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1589009258191617379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1589009258191617379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1589009258191617379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder-if-my-father-felt-this-much.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6753950059334222987</id><published>2008-11-20T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:07:15.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling like shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooo yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling emo and shitz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My self image is pretty bad at the moment. I'm constantly dissatisfied with my weight even though I had promised myself just to be happy with it. Well. I don't know what my goal weight is. My current weight is healthy, but still, somehow, I just really, really hate it. Almost makes me want to binge. If it weren't for my tonsils,I probably would.&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/455240675861983013-6753950059334222987?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6753950059334222987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6753950059334222987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6753950059334222987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6753950059334222987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-self-image-is-pretty-bad-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6984081310808609590</id><published>2008-11-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:38:21.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Single life, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-6984081310808609590?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6984081310808609590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6984081310808609590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6984081310808609590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6984081310808609590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/single-life-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-1841929353390364606</id><published>2008-11-15T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:36:22.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 520px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp209/anisuuu-/Picture017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we haven't taken a new photo, this will have to do instead. So, happy anniversary Ash. Here's to many more. You've given me a shitton of heartache, and I have done the same for you-&lt;br /&gt;but you've also made me very happy. You've gone through my friends, my family, and everything else that came in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't think straight now, but all you have to know is that I love you,kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really suck at these things, yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-1841929353390364606?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1841929353390364606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=1841929353390364606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1841929353390364606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/1841929353390364606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-we-havent-taken-new-photo-this.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5699344831822520234</id><published>2008-11-10T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:40:08.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://atom.smasher.org/error/xp.png.php?icon=heart&amp;amp;style=xp&amp;amp;title=Anis&amp;amp;text=What+would+you+do+now%3F&amp;amp;b1=Ruin+Me&amp;amp;b2=Kiss+Me&amp;amp;b3=Kill+Me"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 120px;" src="http://atom.smasher.org/error/xp.png.php?icon=heart&amp;amp;style=xp&amp;amp;title=Anis&amp;amp;text=What+would+you+do+now%3F&amp;amp;b1=Ruin+Me&amp;amp;b2=Kiss+Me&amp;amp;b3=Kill+Me" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. we are both very impulsive people.&lt;br /&gt;2. plz to stop being emo,kthnx&lt;br /&gt;3. no more breaking up over small things&lt;br /&gt;4. ARGH, I KEEL YEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...silly boy. SO anti-climatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5699344831822520234?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5699344831822520234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5699344831822520234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5699344831822520234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5699344831822520234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5871795771532996730</id><published>2008-11-10T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:53:30.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SRewDliTkdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lYt9Ha5S5sc/s1600-h/FerusTrever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SRewDliTkdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lYt9Ha5S5sc/s320/FerusTrever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266871864895181266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dude's hot. Reminds me of someone I can't quite put my finger on....Ah well, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy's better off dead&lt;/span&gt;.I haven't done any sort of reading on this guy yet (whose name is Ferus Olin).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5871795771532996730?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5871795771532996730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5871795771532996730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5871795771532996730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5871795771532996730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/dudes-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt6wfvhvgG0/SRewDliTkdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lYt9Ha5S5sc/s72-c/FerusTrever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6611959361904993804</id><published>2008-11-10T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:15:03.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2008/08/20/previews/Lady%20GaGa-RWP-000710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 425px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2008/08/20/previews/Lady%20GaGa-RWP-000710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, usually I really don't like pop artists at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my exception for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She was on JIMMY KIMMEL LIVE! one night. I tuned in because a) I was bored, b)I couldn't sleep and c)The Nanny wasn't on. I don't like all her songs, but I like some enough to post about her. I thnk she's one of the few that doesn't lipsynch even though she dances a LOT during lives. I don't know why, maybe it's because she's got bangs or that she's a blonde now (a shade  I actually like) but she's certainly got my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, I need to change the layout. And, ONE MORE PAPER, YESSSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-6611959361904993804?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6611959361904993804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6611959361904993804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6611959361904993804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6611959361904993804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-usually-i-really-dont-like-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-4488639475358529741</id><published>2008-11-09T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:02:00.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling like shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams and shit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 MORE PAPER TO GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't feel any better. In fact, I feel like crap. Oh, joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-4488639475358529741?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4488639475358529741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=4488639475358529741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4488639475358529741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/4488639475358529741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-more-paper-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-5650544550463746689</id><published>2008-11-06T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:08:35.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAPSLOACK CAP CAP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY, 2 MORE PAPERS, YEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE IS CURRENTLY FUCKED, SO NO CALLS/MSGS PLZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, ANNIVERSARY IS 9 DAYS AWAYS, AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MAH PERIOD, KTHNX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-5650544550463746689?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5650544550463746689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=5650544550463746689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5650544550463746689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/5650544550463746689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-2-more-papers-yey.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455240675861983013.post-6329950929463099549</id><published>2008-11-04T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:07:29.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 MORE PAPERS, 3 MORE GODDAMN PAPERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455240675861983013-6329950929463099549?l=withering-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6329950929463099549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455240675861983013&amp;postID=6329950929463099549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6329950929463099549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455240675861983013/posts/default/6329950929463099549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withering-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-more-papers-3-more-goddamn-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>anisuuu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192120984961586289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
