<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12721213</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:50:56.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARN TO LOVE THE SINNER, HATE THE SIN.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12721213.post-116161652680047866</id><published>2006-10-23T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T08:15:26.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR ALL KIND SAMARITARIANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rampageontheairwaves.podomatic.com/enclosure/2006-10-23T07_25_35-07_00.mp3"&gt;The History of Local Music Part 2!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Like as if the first wasn't enough, and it really isn't enough... We bring to you more useless banter (along with good music, of course) in The History of Local Music Part 2!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;In part two, Wayne Thunder manages to dig out more stories and secrets from Leonard Soosay as they continue their adventures into the past.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Bands featured:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="”http://forcevomit.com/”"&gt;Force Vomit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="”http://mightyimpiety.com/”"&gt;Impiety&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Return To Fall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Livonia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Two episodes down. One more to go! Keep your eyes open for part 3!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Send us an email at &lt;a href="mailto:rampageontheairwaves@gmail.com"&gt;rampageontheairwaves@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, visit our MySpace &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/rampageontheairwaves"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and show Leonard even more love &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/snakeweed"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Last but not least, Selamat Hari Raya to all our muslim friends!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rampageontheairwaves.podomatic.com/enclosure/2006-10-23T07_25_35-07_00.mp3"&gt;download show here&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-116161652680047866?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/116161652680047866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=116161652680047866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/116161652680047866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/116161652680047866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-all-kind-samaritarians.html' title='FOR ALL KIND SAMARITARIANS'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115788550984421228</id><published>2006-09-10T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:51:49.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-yvonne-6-11-11.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115788550984421228?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115788550984421228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115788550984421228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115788550984421228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115788550984421228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115703311326483459</id><published>2006-08-31T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:05:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yvee has gone livejournal; www.stolentobacco.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;im not having the best of times right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;id appreciate if everyone could be a tad bit considerate for one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this will stay here for namesake or whatever you call that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115703311326483459?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115703311326483459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115703311326483459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115703311326483459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115703311326483459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/08/yvee-has-gone-livejournal-www.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115650598787535592</id><published>2006-08-25T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T04:41:10.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>but before that, RIGHT CLICK, SAVE AS  &lt;a href="http://rampageontheairwaves.podomatic.com/enclosure/2006-08-24T02_16_23-07_00.mp3"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/67/219990782_feb0c10bf4_o.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an awesome show with west grand's crappy jokes and all and i love being sucha whore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115650598787535592?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115650598787535592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115650598787535592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115650598787535592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115650598787535592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115616213252521134</id><published>2006-08-21T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:08:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just spent ten hours in school and mom told me to take a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NO CHEATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;summer stars - taking back sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;paris in flames - thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bedroom talk - the starting line (OOUHH SOUNDS KINKY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;message in a bottle - taking back sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here we stand - amber pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ariadne's thread - saetia (cool shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DAMNIT - blink 182 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the futile - say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the days go by oh so slow - nightmare of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a year on an airplane - dahpne loves derby (!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sink and die - scary kids scaring kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the red dress - motion city soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;are you happy - drop dead, gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(i so want to know this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one more chance - say anything (what the fucking hell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a dinner for two - my name is john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(fucking erotic song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bonus mosh part II - taking back sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;your new aesthetic - jimmy eat world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;withered - a static lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now we will - west grand boulevard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she's gonna break soon - less than jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a song for a broken heart - a static lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115616213252521134?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115616213252521134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115616213252521134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115616213252521134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115616213252521134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-spent-ten-hours-in-school-and_21.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115556689210853684</id><published>2006-08-14T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T07:48:12.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ive tried to quit smoking a gazillion times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ive procrastined many times about studying hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ive promised myself to look at things with more enuthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ive tried time and time again to be more amiable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ive tried many many times to have a more optimistic view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all these in a futile attempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but what has it done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all these thinking, thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;have done more damage than healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ive been trying for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and im ready to give up anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;im literally on the verge of not living anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115556689210853684?l=writeacatastrophe.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12721213.post-115514471524580579</id><published>2006-08-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:31:55.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its difficult for children and parents to agree on things, we all agree. sadly, the only things we could agree on are country issues. today, national day, was deemed a boring day for me and that singapore was a boring place to live in. even my mom, and her boss agreed so. mom suggested to go out for dinner after being patriotic and watching ndp and the long-awaited fireworks display right from our living room. i said, "where is there to go?" in an obviously 'no' manner. "i don't know, up to you." the decision is always up to me. to a small extent you feel the superiority as a child. but to another extent it's tiring and sickening to be the one making decisions all the time. especially in a small country like singapore, there are fairly few places to visit (with your family). then mom went on to say how her american boss was going away for three out of the four weekends this month, cause he complained there was nothing to do in singapore. (scene: i don't know what you guys do on the weekends, there is nothing to do!) but seriously, that was what he really said. and so the day droned on as the ndp went on, and my mom and i mocking all the on-goings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;im only seventeen, and already bored of things like ndp, (my nation's birthday damnit!) so far so i even thought of skipping the whole celebration thingy and shove myself into piles of books, making sure i have ample preparation for the mad rush of a school day on friday. but obviously i couldn't resist the atmosphere, and the spirit that possesses us when the fireworks light up the sky. no matter how many billion times we have seen it, singaporeans always behave like it's their first time. you get the drift yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and in spite of a patriotic spirit(not), i wanted to wear my lovely bossini red singapore tee, but instead i donned my black fender shirt and chapalak berms to celebrate my nation's lovely birthday. at some part of the parade, i also predicted what was coming on, so far so i read my book for like fifteen minutes? yes i did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the life in singapore is just sickening, the only people who seem to know how to relax are the teens. as shown at the esplanade yesterday when some malays were doing spotaneous things like cheering on and jumping down flights of stairs outside marina square. compare those guys to the adults, absolutely stale and behave like they were on foreign land, seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this is a long entry and totally unexpected even from myself. but i was in the mood. time, please pass quickly and let me enjoy a reckless youth phase. thank you and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115514471524580579?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115514471524580579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115514471524580579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115514471524580579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115514471524580579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-difficult-for-children-and-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115477506095516839</id><published>2006-08-05T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T03:51:00.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chris: What are you here for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rudi: ROOOCCCKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chris: What's the first thing you do in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rudi: RROOOOOOCCCCKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cracks people up no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115477506095516839?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115477506095516839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115477506095516839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115477506095516839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115477506095516839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/08/chris-what-are-you-here-for-today-rudi.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115433893822793072</id><published>2006-07-31T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:42:51.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/202696037_aa876a6675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMPAGE ON THE AIRWAVES PODCAST&lt;br /&gt;THE AFTERMATH OF BAYBEATS PART 2 IS UP FOR DOWNLOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://rampageontheairwaves.podOmatic.com/entry/2006-07-30T10_08_44-07_00"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/rampage-on-airwaves-podcast-aftermath.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115409997303440235</id><published>2006-07-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:19:33.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 SOUTH PARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p5cqLg4n6YU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p5cqLg4n6YU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-12721213.post-115349715364342381</id><published>2006-07-21T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:52:33.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOOOOOOORING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/194054003_dcb0358dd4_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/194054003_dcb0358dd4_o.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MADE THIS EASY,  " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://rampageontheairwaves.podomatic.com/enclosure/2006-07-20T10_14_41-07_00.mp3"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; " TO LISTEN/DOWNLOAD SHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115349715364342381?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115349715364342381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115349715364342381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115349715364342381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115349715364342381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/whooooooooring.html' title='WHOOOOOOOORING'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115338878410044641</id><published>2006-07-20T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:48:05.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VISUAL AID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/P1030022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/P1030022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LIYANA, NUNU AND ME ( I LIKE MY FACE KTHX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/S6000088l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/S6000088l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY CLASSIC EXPRESSION (OKAY I DIDNT KNOW THERE WERE 2 FLASHES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/IMG_5423%20half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/IMG_5423%20half.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PHOTOSHOP WHORING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/IMG_5406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/IMG_5406.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ISN'T AARON (W/O SHIRT) JUST FUCKIN HAWT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/IMG_5420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/IMG_5420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A PROPER PEEKTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/angela%27s%20dish%20and%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/angela%27s%20dish%20and%20us.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;US WITH ANGELA'S DISH (CURLY HAIR AUSSIE PEOPLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image%28646%29z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28646%29z.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELF TAKEN WITH D.HESS' DRAWING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115338878410044641?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115338878410044641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115338878410044641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115338878410044641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115338878410044641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/visual-aid.html' title='VISUAL AID'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115329922074585582</id><published>2006-07-19T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:53:40.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long-awaited update, on my life and classroom politcs (WOW)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been a long time. Blink, and I'm mugging like a mad ass for my O's. Words simply cannot comprehend how much my class has been through and all the wonderful experiences and crude statements we make about each other. What bimbos. Undeniably, I, or we are saddened or astonished about how fast we change or who we change into. We are also amazed at how people can change under influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my class' 8 characters all clash. The result? A harmonious class on the surface, but a mountain full of problems underneath. Who could ever see or even knew we have a lot of gossips going on, this person dissing about another person and so on. This carries on, and looks to be a viscious cycle. Over time, it becomes sickening to us, and some of us are even too afraid to live sometimes. Same goes for me, when I see a dispute in class, I feel like packing my things and leaving this class for good. Why don't they have or even find logic in their reason for doing some things? Seventeen years of fucking age and we are still doing irrational things? Honestly, if anyone out of our class told me how childish or bitchy some of my classmates are, I would sincerely use the only wish in my life, for a hole to open up and let the earth eat me. It's so shameful and embarrassing for others to hear that one of MY friends are finding trouble with a girl over a trival matter. Haven't they have better things to do, than make everyone's life miserable, and worst of all, make people have a bad impression of you? They never seem to think for their future or anyone's future. If you find trouble with people you are not happy with now, are you going to continue doing so in the future? Then you will be busy/concerned with other people's lives rather than living YOUR OWN LIFE. And apparently, these people have skulls made of steel and rigid mentalities that fail to conform to psychological changes. I tried talking sense into one of them before, twice. I had hoped with a slightly mature perspective, that person would probably take a step back and reflect on whatever he or she has done, or whether he or she should change their thinking a little bit. All I ask for is for us to act like rational people, matured thinkings that we should possess at our age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's becoming a chore to even live. School is definitely taking a toll on me. of the 7 or 8 hours I'm in school, I stone for at least 4 hours. It's like running on a threadmill, having to keep running so that I wouldn't fall off the threadmill because I can't catch up. Neither do I have much of an option, I'm 3/4 months away from my O's, I can't give up, I can't slow down. But there's a rope holding on to my neck so tightly. If I let go, I'll stop breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115329922074585582?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115329922074585582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115329922074585582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115329922074585582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115329922074585582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-awaited-update-on-my-life-and.html' title='long-awaited update, on my life and classroom politcs (WOW)'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115322207668004041</id><published>2006-07-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:27:56.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PATHETIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mocks are two fucking days away and i have yet to touch on anything at all. GOD BLESS, SERIOUSLY. and my cigs ran out again. guess ill have to go cold turkey at least until the mocks are over. (study yvonne! study!!) i seriously swear ill turn off this thing right after im done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115322207668004041?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115322207668004041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115322207668004041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115322207668004041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115322207668004041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/pathetic.html' title='PATHETIC'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115312871630008436</id><published>2006-07-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:24:05.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noob-ish behaviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quoted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://fannyowemoney.blogspot.com"&gt;FANNYOWEMONEY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Like when we were in the arena and this girl in front of us was wearing this black shirt with the words "THURSDAY" printed in bold, white font behind. And I was whispering to Farhanah that someone please go tell her its Saturday today ah, wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;salah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; shirt. Oh my god that is so funny I swear I could go hysterical if someone told that joke to me. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;z obviously such a noob, too much of a noob to be at baybeats. worst still, to comment on others when they/he is not that into indie/emo/punk rock. AND i could easily spot 4 other guys wearing thursday tshirts why not go and mock them and remind them that that day isn't thursday and it's friday/saturday/sunday. commenting on other people's shirts are such a no-no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sorry for being such a bimbo today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115312871630008436?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115312871630008436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115312871630008436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115312871630008436'/><link rel='self' 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cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28653%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SUCH A EMO ON THE THIRD DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AND FUCKIN SHAGGED, MOSHED THREE CONSECUTIVE DAYS PLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image%28648%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28648%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DEREK HESS LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image%28644%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28644%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MASASHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image%28643%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28643%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DONT YOU LOVE HIS GUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image%28652%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28652%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HILARIOUS GROUPIES AT CALERWAY'S SET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i put up the vid as suggested by liyana *hahahhahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OB8jUaKpMo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OB8jUaKpMo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so baybeats was something so worth my time&lt;br /&gt;and to get things off my mind&lt;br /&gt;:no i dont have school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;what make-believe&lt;br /&gt;and yes naihoon, AARON IS LIKE FUCKING HOT PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115306610688292234?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115306610688292234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115306610688292234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115306610688292234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115306610688292234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/such-emo-on-third-day-and-fuckin.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115269927206329609</id><published>2006-07-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:14:32.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmented.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ive flown too high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now im crashing down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;really hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115269927206329609?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115269927206329609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115269927206329609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115269927206329609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115269927206329609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/fragmented.html' title='Fragmented.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115262120461457000</id><published>2006-07-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:42:37.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO MUCH TO LET OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;im trying really hard to keep my head above the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all i see is your silhouette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;your quickened pace dampens my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;your blatant replies leave doubts in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;should i even be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so need a fag these days&lt;br /&gt;but friends always say "don't smoke larrr"&lt;br /&gt;of course they don't know how it feels&lt;br /&gt;neither can i blame them&lt;br /&gt;but the urge is there you know&lt;br /&gt;do you so know&lt;br /&gt;what's it feel like to feel so accomplished yet helpless?&lt;br /&gt;its seriously pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/n80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/n80.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I SO FUCKING WANT PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115262120461457000?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115262120461457000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115262120461457000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115262120461457000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115262120461457000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/too-much-to-let-out.html' title='TOO MUCH TO LET OUT'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115260633757632551</id><published>2006-07-11T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:25:46.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL INFINITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FUCKING TIRED        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the only three words describle now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;schoolwork schoolwork schoolwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what is the world coming to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why is there even classroom politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*WTF IS CLASS POLITICS?! OMFG I JUST DISCOVERED IT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello mocks are just next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good luck yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good luck everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;caracal is stuck in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115260633757632551?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115260633757632551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115260633757632551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115260633757632551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115260633757632551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-infinite.html' title='I FEEL INFINITE'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115202297811977556</id><published>2006-07-04T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:23:48.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations yvonne, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finicky Feline&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://finickyfeline.liquidblade.com"&gt;finickyfeline.liquidblade.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may seem sweet on the outside but behind you hide a sharpened claw. You have the observation skills of a forensic detective and can see right through people easily. You attract attention, both good and bad, but more bad than good. You've seen more assholes in life than a proctologist. The bad ones tries to screw you over but quickly learnt that its a bad move because you enjoy screwing them back accordingly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY THIS EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;ps; this blogger looks kinky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115202297811977556?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115202297811977556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115202297811977556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115202297811977556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115202297811977556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/congratulations-yvonne-you-are_04.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115168875596844785</id><published>2006-06-30T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:38:43.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIMPLY LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wont forget the day that, that I came to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I started thinking that there's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And all I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was someone to knock me back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The bliss of ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I feel like running head-first into traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so I'm here to say that thought's in bed with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't forget the day that, that I found God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a kitchen knife now and on my arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So paint the pale white floor with my red life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And tell myself this pain is the pain I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I swallow the pills of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so I'm here to say that thought's in bed with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stand outside my pretty house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I light a match to start the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I called the cops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To let 'em know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 22 Walthery Ave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I wanted this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I wanted this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm here to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said I wanted some more attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I wanted a story ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I love the pain, I hate the pain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I love the pain, I hate the pain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that the truth is, I'm scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that I'm just scared to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that the truth is, I'm scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that the truth is, I'm everything that I hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-angela baker and my obsession with fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you hadn't noticed, i havent been nice to my blooger for the past 35760198 days.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i resort to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;livejournal nowadays. if you're hoping for any of my vital signs,&lt;br /&gt;kindly click the livejournal link below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115168875596844785?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115168875596844785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115168875596844785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115168875596844785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115168875596844785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/06/simply-love.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115149172353082949</id><published>2006-06-28T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:48:43.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;NUNU/NURA THIS IS FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115149172353082949?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115149172353082949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115149172353082949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115149172353082949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115149172353082949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/06/nununura-this-is-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115124506707310338</id><published>2006-06-25T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T07:17:47.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMETHING ALL YOU PRICKS READING OUGHT TO KNOW OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/ROTA%20promo%20poster%20v1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/ROTA%20promo%20poster%20v1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rampage On The Airwaves&lt;/span&gt; is a podcast that aims to promote the various kinds of local Singaporean music as well as indie music from around the world by exposing the local Singaporean community as well as people overseas to these artists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; It is hoped that one day the local music scene and deserving independent artists will receive the due recognition locally as well as worldwide for their talent and passion in creating music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; Please check us out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; official website - &lt;a href="http://rampageontheairwaves.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rampageontheairwaves.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; myspace - &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/rampageontheairwaves"&gt;http://myspace.com/rampageontheairwaves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt; email - rampageontheairwaves@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115124506707310338?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115124506707310338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115124506707310338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115124506707310338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115124506707310338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-all-you-pricks-reading-ought.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115070136578180267</id><published>2006-06-19T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:39:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally something to update on; my virgin clubbing experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebirth gave me a great experience&lt;br /&gt;the bouncers were quite a dick at first so we were stuck outside the club for like, two hours? when all the games and fun were on-going&lt;br /&gt;but we still got in after much shit&lt;br /&gt;and we met like a HELL load of people i swear&lt;br /&gt;we all grinded with guys&lt;br /&gt;as compared, im lucky to not have met super horny guys&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;but i still can remember this guy cant really remember his name cause i asked his name when the music was blaring, how _____.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i do rememeber his name sounding like ajit or ajin&lt;br /&gt;but he was a great dancer with me i cant deny&lt;br /&gt;and we danced twice but he wanted to go find his friends so,&lt;br /&gt;ahaa then i saw him later but didn't dance or whatever&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i think some guys just cant dance&lt;br /&gt;some guys on the dancefloor were practically standing/stoning there larrrrr&lt;br /&gt;danced almost non stop nearing to four am&lt;br /&gt;and my feet hurts like fuck&lt;br /&gt;got to bed around five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just want to say hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its monday already&lt;br /&gt;summer's gonna be over&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115070136578180267?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115070136578180267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115070136578180267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115070136578180267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115070136578180267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-something-to-update-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-115001271615275942</id><published>2006-06-10T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:59:17.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY LITTLE BLACK LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lappy (acer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new guit strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jacket w/o hood (adidas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;black band jac (hood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shoes (macbeth or smth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for when ive reached eighteen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;booze (asahi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tattoo (ankle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;piercing (nose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-115001271615275942?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/115001271615275942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=115001271615275942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115001271615275942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/115001271615275942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-little-black-list-lappy-acer-new.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114993383711473843</id><published>2006-06-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T03:06:51.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i didn't know what i wanted for my birthday then, but i guess i can make a demand now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NEW LAPPY (preferrably acer with built in camera)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114993383711473843?l=writeacatastrophe.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-12721213.post-114933975934775908</id><published>2006-06-03T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T06:02:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(502).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28502%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;second of june with gaffar/rampy was ecstastic, literally&lt;br /&gt;nothing to declare's ep launch was awesome shit&lt;br /&gt;summer's over is my next favourite band&lt;br /&gt;and so is set for glory&lt;br /&gt;credits go to the vocals; arniz and nico&lt;br /&gt;almost couldnt get into home but thanks to nico - winks winks&lt;br /&gt;we got in for free! and we got free asahi beer!&lt;br /&gt;a million times than other beers ive drank&lt;br /&gt;so the night was just high&lt;br /&gt;talking to random people, saying hi my name is blah&lt;br /&gt;shaking my head like never before&lt;br /&gt;rubbing shoulders with good-looking people :O&lt;br /&gt;really really good, to the extent i even wrote something bout yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114933975934775908?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114933975934775908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114933975934775908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/nothingtodeclarelowresres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HO LET'S GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try to blog more often this way&lt;br /&gt;because random thoughts come and go in me&lt;br /&gt;school is taking a toll on me&lt;br /&gt;so tired so fed up&lt;br /&gt;thankfully its summer break&lt;br /&gt;and gigs galore&lt;br /&gt;right one on friday&lt;br /&gt;im so going to go&lt;br /&gt;and i hope MoS on the 18th too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114907200195877907?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114907200195877907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114907200195877907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114907200195877907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114907200195877907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-ho-lets-go-i-will-try-to-blog-more.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114897698946306114</id><published>2006-05-30T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:21:58.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know i have been so tired these days,&lt;br /&gt;mentally and physically&lt;br /&gt;chinese drained my mind but now i am liberated&lt;br /&gt;of it thank god&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy moments when im alone&lt;br /&gt;i dont like to look back,&lt;br /&gt;talk with such enthusiasm etc&lt;br /&gt;its just not me not me&lt;br /&gt;i didnt make a wish on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;thats probably why nothing goes right now&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself to not go on fruitless shopping sprees&lt;br /&gt;with mom and to resort to friends' company&lt;br /&gt;but look what happened now&lt;br /&gt;yvonne yvonne you are just one bloody loner&lt;br /&gt;a resolution; boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;im zonked, just let everything go and buy a pack of cigs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the used sounds so smoothing now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114897698946306114?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114897698946306114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114897698946306114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114897698946306114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114897698946306114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-i-have-been-so-tired-these_30.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114865135805472665</id><published>2006-05-26T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T06:49:18.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know sometimes it gets too hard to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;your mind goes into a blur cause things move too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then the soul is mentally defeated and succumbed to a loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;feel all so helpless and useless thus suicidal and nonchalant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all drained out and cant do nothing much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just need a little more oxygen to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thats all i ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114865135805472665?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114865135805472665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114865135805472665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114865135805472665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114865135805472665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-sometimes-it-gets-too-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114819557904852795</id><published>2006-05-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:00:16.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(475).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28475%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Saw Loser guy! x))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been so down these days I don't know what caused it. Yesterday I think I had too many thoughts circling my head, most of which are rhetorical. Adding on, I couldn't even find one full minute of concentration span to complete assignments. It was frustrating. Then somehow yesterday, I realised that what I needed was someone to talk to. Someone whom could truly feel what I'm feeling. Thankfully, the afternoon passed and I was out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the fucking cinemas in Singapore are filled with Da Vinci movie-catchers. Met jas then we went over to cine. All the shows were fucking sold out all the way to 12.30 when we were there. Quite disapppointing to us, then we met JZ while at basement. Went for dinner at where? Uh, I can't remember really. I only rememeber going to Food Republic which was all a dumb experience. The only thing decent is the Hokkien Mee which three people shared a four dollar portion. The drinks pushcart auntie took forever to go a round. So after that we went over to Lido to check whether timins are available for Da Vinci. And I fucking saw that guy from Saw Loser which was fucking cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x) I told Jz he was cute and he went, "SPG". Nooooo, I'm not! So we finally decided on watching the 12.30am show after considering whether we have enough for a cab fare. Rotted outside opposite Shaw watching the big screen for like uh, an hour? Then we went in and rotted again. Seriously, there were dozens of good-looking people yesterday la. aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. It was a lovely Saturday. (But it could have been better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the movie I felt so shortchanged. After recalling, I realised they missed out a lot of parts and one in particular I wonder why they missed it out. I have vivid memories of Robert and Sophie going into churches armed with a gun, wary of the Sauniere's killer. How come it wasn't in?! And they missed out the part where Sophie's grandmother told her what really happened to her family and the ending part where she and Robert ended up together. Anyways I was uber tired and couldn't be bothered more. But I still think the Saw Loser guy is fucking cute. okay, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you still stand in that special place in my heart.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114819557904852795?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114819557904852795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114819557904852795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114819557904852795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114819557904852795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/saw-loser-guy-x-ive-been-so-down-these.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114811567526295795</id><published>2006-05-20T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:01:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(246)%20sf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28246%29%20sf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm emo i don't know why. i feel all feverish and way too many thoughts in my head. i tried to get myself drunk last night but i reminded myself it's only five percent alcoholic, how drunk could i get?! thus i failed, i failed myself. i take long times to make a decision something to do with you. a long time to decide to start talking to you and all. now i just made a decision after over a week to smile at you when you smile at me. at the same time, i promise to give myself answers to questions that were in my mind since forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;finally going to catch da vinci code and make myself a tad bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114811567526295795?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114811567526295795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114811567526295795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114811567526295795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114811567526295795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-emo-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114794630267665548</id><published>2006-05-18T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:58:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a great day has just been spoilt, convo speaks for it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: just sent you a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;MAY DAY MAY DAY&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;CQD&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;MAY DAY MAY DAY CAN YOUHEAR ME&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAAAAAAAAA?&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;SAW LOSER TONIGHT HARD ROCK CAFE&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;IVE BEEN CALLED ON LAST MINUTE DUTY LIKE ONLY HALF AN HOUR AGO&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;WANNA GO&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU NO WAY&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;PLS&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;duty?&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;what time?&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i need to be there by 7 thats when doors open&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;saw loser and crowned king&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;until?&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;and an opening act&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;what you gonna do there?&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;sell merch&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i can join you? what time is it until?&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;it starts at 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;should end before midnight?&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;wait call my mom&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;quick i need to rush&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;i just got home!&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i got home and straight away fone rang&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;what are you supposed to be dressed in anywya?&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know she didnt say&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;so i guess anything&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;but to be safe black&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;all black?&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know lol&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;are we gonna get paid or something?&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;but free gig and drinks&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;im just helping out la&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LAR MY MOM'S LIKE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"yvonne." I'm lying just to keep you here. says:&lt;br /&gt;she's always like that, always&lt;br /&gt;:: Lil'rampage is worn out :: says:&lt;br /&gt;z what a anti-climax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;conclusion; i have great friends who don't forget me, but i have a spoiler mom who ruins the climaxes in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114794630267665548?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114794630267665548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114794630267665548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114794630267665548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114794630267665548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-day-has-just-been-spoilt-convo.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114779140370968379</id><published>2006-05-16T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T07:56:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ive enough of this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you say i have a bad attitude? i told you that you bought one bracelet and one necklace from bangkok and you fucking insisted that you bought two necklaces. so tell me from a level-headed view, are we going to get a conclusion if you insist your view and i insist on mine? for goddamn sake you are my mother, and yet you are making such blatant statements? how do you expect me to appease you, go on my knees or plainly admit that you bought two necklaces and i don't know where the fuck they are? for god's sake, i'm your fucking daughter, not your bloody dog. wake up la for hell's sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are one fucking hypocrite yourself. i'm being labelled as quarelsome when i make a remark at my dad's actions. YOU FUCKING HELL MAKE SIMILAR STATEMENTS ALSO OKAY?! and i just ignore your actions. why the fuck must you pick on my statements, just because i show a black face? why must you point out my actions particularly on a day when i'm in a bad mood. you say i give bad attitude as if the whole world owes me a living. for fuck's sake, you used to ignore me when i was younger when i talked to you. do you even fucking take me as human, do you not think id remember all the things you did to me when i was "young, naive?" WELL I FUCKING DID, BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114779140370968379?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114779140370968379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114779140370968379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114779140370968379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114779140370968379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-enough-of-this-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114759538148039429</id><published>2006-05-14T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:29:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jason mraz is therapeutic, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;give a pat on your shoulders yvonne, you've stayed home for the past two weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you keep asking me i'll melt away in the summer air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114759538148039429?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114759538148039429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114759538148039429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114759538148039429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114759538148039429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/jason-mraz-is-therapeutic-really.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114750282840380377</id><published>2006-05-13T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:41:45.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not going to contain my boredom, no. i will try my best to go out somewhere tonight. otherwise, i swear off my life i will go mad. an alternative way is to get some vcds/dvds to entertain the lone soul. the weather is making me moody. holiday was bad, i'd b honest, i'd rather have gone to school and do productive things rather than bumming around and feel usless. i need to go shopping, i need to feel the fresh wind, i need to let my thoughts run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;vesak day was uber boring. television was my therapy; i laughed at funny nothings. what the hell is wrong with me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i just got off the phone with my mom who's in her office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my mom: do you want to come out and meet me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;me: do you have money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my mom: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;me: i need to go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my mom: my money is not meant to be spent this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;me: ok bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think, i will take a bath after i finish blogging and satisfy myself with whatever i &lt;s&gt;need&lt;/s&gt;want to do on the computer, get my eyes off the screen and onto my books. do something with my shithead. bye, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;/edited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;life's a little better when i remember i own a guitar and started jamming on it. and it always puts a smile on my face when i think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114750282840380377?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114750282840380377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114750282840380377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114750282840380377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114750282840380377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-not-going-to-contain-my-boredom-no.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114735973635018971</id><published>2006-05-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:25:38.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/A_light_in_your_eyes_by_Eireen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/A_light_in_your_eyes_by_Eireen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this world is like that isn't is. it's just fucked up. cause no one's perfect. i know i have a fucked up attitude but so do others, and i fucking tolerate it cause i dont have much of a fucking choice. im so fucking tired of tolerance and seeing so many things happening. i need a punching bag and a dozen beers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i have a lot of regrets. i never should have interferred, i never should have been there, done that. i'm not a good friend, never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114735973635018971?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114735973635018971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114735973635018971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114735973635018971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114735973635018971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-world-is-like-that-isnt-is.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114734130246667399</id><published>2006-05-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:55:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont understand my life, i dont understand my class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why are all these going on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why are people so sensitive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why are people such busybodies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why do people show different attitudes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what the FUCK are they thinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT FUCKING GRUDGES DO WE BEAR AGAINST EACH OTHER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in the first place, why are we bearing grudges? this sentence sounds old-fashioned and like wind to our ears: &lt;strong&gt;school is for studying&lt;/strong&gt;. period. why do we find fault in others in the first place? why must we complicate matters and pull other innocent bystanders into a dispute? i sit in a corner of the classroom, i witness a lot of things happening, but sad to say i don't see the reason for an action most of the time. what is going on with my class? why can't they have the mentality of a normal teenager? why must everything be solved through quarrels and violence? sometimes when i see all these happening especially when i was vice-chairman, i wanted to break down and cry so much. it wasn't because i couldn't take all the pressure and stuff, but i could not understand why this and that was happening. i felt useless. the final straw came when i could not even stand up for you guys when we had to come back for lessons right before the n's. but even now, being the oldest in the school, i still can't see you guys thinking for yourselves, for your own future. it sounds crude, but there were many times i felt like giving a slap to everyone, hoping you would realise that this is your own fucking life, you fucking own it. why couldn't we behave like civilised and educated people. because, we are fucking educated people. is violence an answer? we can't we sit down and have good, calm talks with each other? is it really so difficult to compromise and be a little more understanding towards each other? &lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE, LET'S FUCKING GET OVER AND DONE WITH IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you'd see a lot of question marks but that's how fucking confused i am these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114734130246667399?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114734130246667399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114734130246667399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114734130246667399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114734130246667399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-understand-my-life-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114707761431983739</id><published>2006-05-08T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:42:28.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think too much these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i need to put my mind to study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rather than think how we would work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if we actually started in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to walk in your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to see through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to know how you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all the bullshits lovelorn people used to say i never understood. such as, seeing through someone else's eyes. now i finally fucking understand. !#$%^&amp;amp;^%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114707761431983739?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114707761431983739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114707761431983739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114707761431983739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114707761431983739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-too-much-these-days-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114691321660515769</id><published>2006-05-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T04:00:16.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SOMEONE JUST SLAP ME WITH A PLACARD WITH COWARD WRITTEN ON IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114691321660515769?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114691321660515769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114691321660515769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114691321660515769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114691321660515769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/someone-just-slap-me-with-placard-with.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114682614508247385</id><published>2006-05-05T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T03:49:05.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im all bored on a friday, so i came with uh, a wishlist of some sort which doesnt have a aimed date or whatever you call that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1  try to fucking understand humanities, cause it really sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2  understand math at the back of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3  take my mt O's only once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4  bring more laughter and smiles into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5  get contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6  earn lots of bling bling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7  get a fucking LP black beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8 get into/form a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9 convince my mom to move to a new place so i dont have to live in a pink room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 burn my uniform finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so as you can see, part of them are aimed for like the current phase of my life, like the big O's and stuff. the next half are just things i want/have to do after the O's. my friday seems wrong, i couldn't get my afternoon nap, i don't feel refreshed. anywaysss, going to watch the rally at s'goon stadium with gaff later and prata for dinner. i forgot to add, i should really hit the gym one day. i have not been exercising other than that. want to know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i decided to stop playing bball. i wouldn't say quit cause i'll be condemnming myself. i can't find anything to get me to run and stuff. maybe it was a mistake all along, cause that's what i'm feeling about right now. nevertheless, i won't forget what bball has done for me. i've met dozens and dozens of people, most of them let me know that gays are just people like us. honestly, i cannot understand why some people are so surprised when they hear something to do with gay/homos. but that's okay, the worse scenarios are they cannot accept gays and ostracize them for whatever shit they do. these people let me learn what is endurance, teamwork and consideration. i honestly think i wouldn't be who i am if i had not invovled myself in bball and stuff. thanks for the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114682614508247385?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114682614508247385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114682614508247385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114682614508247385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114682614508247385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-all-bored-on-friday-so-i-came-with.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114637613480716219</id><published>2006-04-30T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:48:54.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/wtf%20i%20look%20like%20chester.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/wtf%20i%20look%20like%20chester.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is one fucking classic la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/wtf%20matin%20luther%20king.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/wtf%20matin%20luther%20king.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;another fucking funny one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/look%20jackson.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/look%20jackson.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chio bu! pretty girl! blows whistles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ok it's &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;www.myheritage.com&lt;/a&gt; go have fun bored fuckers. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/aran!.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114637613480716219?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114637613480716219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114637613480716219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114637613480716219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114637613480716219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-one-fucking-classic-la.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114632815675430975</id><published>2006-04-30T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T09:29:16.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(396).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28396%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erik,the high guitarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(397).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28397%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; jude and erik, high too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(395).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28395%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dharma, daphne, jude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                   west grand boulevard you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my saturday at youth park. was with gaff, izyan, nura and candie at the gig plus a girl named frida or freda or something. was great except for the weather. mocking people as usual, but the surreal bassist was somewhat cool. his spectacles i meant. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bye im getting lazy already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114632815675430975?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114632815675430975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114632815675430975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114632815675430975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114632815675430975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/erikthe-high-guitarist.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114628245654384901</id><published>2006-04-29T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:47:36.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've haven't been a good girl lately. i've been feeling lost, confused. my concentration span just isn't there this week. as a result, i forcefully got myself to make sure of whatever those fuckers are teaching. i'm just too dumb to ever study anything on my own. and teachers have taken full advantage of labour day and seemed to have plotted to give us THIS much homework. well, fuck you, cause you guys will have equal workload to mark. dumbasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm going out in about two hours, i have a lot of questions in me. should i give up on sports? and just lead the less hectic and stressful life. oh yes, sports makes me stress, no one could ever see that right. hell to everything, i just want to feel stress-free outside school. homework is fucking my life up, seriously. and i promised myself to study at least six hours on monday. i hope my promise isn't in futile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to hell with you and all your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ps: thanks gaffar for being my listening ear yesterday. i love the lonely stadium. go there sometime again okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114628245654384901?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114628245654384901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114628245654384901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114628245654384901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114628245654384901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-havent-been-good-girl-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114628107895803293</id><published>2006-04-29T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:24:38.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quiz frenzy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Clothes You Wear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a gentle and pleasant person. You love nature and at least some of the arts, and derive great satisfaction from being helpful. You are stubborn and are not interested in wealth and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What your nightclothes reveal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly and always in good mood. You are candid and helpful, and can be sexy at times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your ties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a happy and contented person. You are protective of your friends, honest and tidy. You are hardworking and like to be the person in charge.&lt;br /&gt;What others see from your belts&lt;br /&gt;You are a frank, assertive and sometimes flamboyant person. You are friendly and want to be accepted by everybody. You like to have fun, to be free, and to live a comfortable lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person who loves simplicity and is sincere and open. You are pleasant to be with, easygoing and always in a good mood. You neither want to control nor be under someone else's control. You don't care much about how you look, and know that it's what's inside someone's heart that's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your earrings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to enjoy living a simple life. You are friendly, smart and enjoy partying with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last analysis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a romantic and passionate person. You are sensitive and lonely when you aren't in love. You can be somewhat self-centered, but you are honest and sincere to others. You like to make a good impression of yourself and worry about what others think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the bored fuckers out there, &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test102.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test102.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114628107895803293?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114628107895803293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114628107895803293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114628107895803293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114628107895803293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/quiz-frenzy-clothes-you-wear-what.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114628083258457974</id><published>2006-04-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:26:33.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Place a X by all the things you've done and send it to all of your friends.A bit of fun. Takes a while though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)smoked a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )crashed a friend's car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )stolen a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )shoplifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been fired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )snuck out of your parent's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )gone on a blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)lied to a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )skipped school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )seen someone die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )had a crush on one of your internet friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been to Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been to Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;( )purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been at a concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )taken painkillers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)love someone or miss someone right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )made a snow angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )had a tea party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)flown a kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)built a sand castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)gone puddle jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)played dress up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )gone sledding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)cheated while playing a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)fallen asleep at work/school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )used a fake ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )watched the sun set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )felt an earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )slept beneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been tickled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been robbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )petted a reindeer/goat/kangaroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )won a contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)run a red light/stop sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been suspended from school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been in a car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )had braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)felt like an outcast/third person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )had deja vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )danced in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )liked the way you looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)witnessed a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)questioned your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;()suqished barefoot through the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been on the opposite side of the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)swam in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)felt like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)cried yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )played cops and robbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )recently colooured with crayons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )made prank phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)danced in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)blown bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )made a bonfire on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)gone rollerskating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )had a wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )jumped off a bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )ate dog/cat food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )kissed a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x)sang in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )had a dream that you married someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )glued your hand to something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )kissed a fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )sat on a roof top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)talked on the phone for more than 5 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)stayed up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )climbed a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )had a tree house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )scared to watch a scary movie alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)believe in ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )have more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )gone streaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )gone doorbell ditching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )played gay chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)been easily amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )caught a fish then ate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )caught a butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)laughed so hard you cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )cried so hard you laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )cheated on a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)forgotten someone's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x)french braided someone's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( )been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(x) loved someone so much you would gladly die for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114628083258457974?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114628083258457974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114628083258457974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114628083258457974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114628083258457974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114627887607954059</id><published>2006-04-29T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:25:17.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ive just had five hours plus of sleep, im feeling hyper and bored. i just drank a cup of coffee and found a quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=21669"&gt;GOTH, PUNK, EMO, METAL HEAD, SCREAMO, POSER, WHICH 1 ARE YOU???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz5/21669/res4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMO, go cry somewhere, your taking up space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many emo kids does it take to screw in a light bulb? None, they'd rather sit in the dark and cry. Bet you heard that one before... Darkness is the only light suicide the way, if you don't like life, tuff, deal with it and try to make the best of it, if not then kill yourself already and stop complaining&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114627887607954059?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114627887607954059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114627887607954059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114627887607954059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114627887607954059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-just-had-five-hours-plus-of-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114614942997321974</id><published>2006-04-27T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:56:22.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Non-alcoholic party at MoS on 20th June!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Presale: $18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Door sales could be up to $20 or $21, so if those who want to have enough cash for cab fare, better get presales assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Minimum age of 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For tickets find Wanwin for those lucky ones who know her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you don't, find her through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114614942997321974?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114614942997321974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114614942997321974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114614942997321974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114614942997321974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/non-alcoholic-party-at-mos-on-20th.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114614300723589888</id><published>2006-04-27T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T06:03:27.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i suddenly feel sarcastic and don't want to be slipshod in my words for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so much for english, i thought it was going to be some shitass paper cause the express people said like, "it's set by mrs singh, can't expect easy stuff." OHH, i went. i thought i was doomed for it, seriously. i was at the stage of having a nervous breakdown when i read through the first passage. ironically, i finished the paper in like one hour and had so much time left, i thought something went terribly wrong. i frantically searched for careless mistakes and stuff. spotting only minor speeling mistakes, i handed in that dumb paper that got me paranoid. i fucking hell passed la, "whyyyy yvonne, making yourself worry far too much baby." so the results was the biggest consolation ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my life is just school and nothing else, with the exception of my 'back-to-bball-training' training tomorrow. cheer for me you all! just when i needed to shed some lumps of fats of my waist, came the sms "hey guys! training on friday at 7pm. please come! youth cup coming soon." i smiled to my phone somehow at 6.45am. zz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;time is seriously running out. i don't understand biology thoroughly, and only managed to really understand what the fuck is homozygous and heterozygous. i'll try to understand albinism after my nine oclock serial. hopefully. d&amp;t is just pure amazement to me, i managed to have the slightest motivation and spirit to even take out the big a3 paper and draw some shit on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm off for my darling 9pm serial, the only source of entertainment for this fucked mundane life of mine. bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wished we could even start, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and never end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114614300723589888?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114614300723589888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114614300723589888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114614300723589888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114614300723589888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-suddenly-feel-sarcastic-and-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114579063009192612</id><published>2006-04-23T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T04:10:30.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel like some lovesick fool when i go town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and bus rides just don't make me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;zz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114579063009192612?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114579063009192612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114579063009192612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114579063009192612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114579063009192612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-feel-like-some-lovesick-fool-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114572129951039910</id><published>2006-04-22T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:55:00.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the car pulled up into a parking lot as i first saw the white tent and fellow friends who came to pay their last respects. i came out of the car as the warm air fogged my spectacles. i didn't feel anything solemn, yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we made our way to the wake with a sad feeling hung over. my mom seemed to have quickened her pace, wanting to see her late friend of many years. as many unfamiliar faces turned to see my family and i, we approached the brother of the late but my mom went over to the casket. i waited for my dad as he mingled with other friends present and the deceased brother putting his shoulder over my dad. i turned to look for my mother and saw her bent over the coffin, peering inside. i looked for a tinge of sobbing and when i did, i knew she was weeping and made my way to offer my consolation. i cupped my hands onto her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't break down. but instead, she broke out for the first time in a few days upon receiving the news that her friend of many years passed on. the deceased's brother quickly walked over and told my mom, " it's all over for her now." only at that time it seemed like the reality of a friend's passing on materialized in front of my mother. soon, my dad was peering into the coffin too, saying prayers. frankly, i didn't want to look into the coffin too. i tried to picture her as she was when we went out together to eat or whatsoever, as i had been trying since my mom told me she passed on after finishing her holiday. i just couldn't. finally i braved myself and went to see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;she was so pale, yet she looked peaceful with embalment. 'rest in peace' i said mentally. it didn't take too long to realize a person around me was gone. she had no soul. i would not be seeing her anymore. we got out of the tent and sat down with a few mutual friends. i was introduced to some friends of my mum and the deceased. unknowingly, we sat for almost an hour. i was not involved in any discussion though, as groups of conversations formed around me. i sat there quietly, trying to bring myself into reality, and accepting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;finally, we gave our condolences to her brother and left the wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's funny how life works. sometimes we curse others if they did something wrong and deserved to die. but what would really happened if people really died? some time back i was in a depressed period and started thinking about death. what if i died? i wouldn't know what would be happening in this world. time would just stop. everything would stop. at a tender age of fifteen i was already afraid of death. i didn't want to face it whatsoever. but then again, i thought to myself, if i were to die, i want to die peacefully. i don't want to experience pain in my last few minutes on earth. aunt mee mee passed on at the age of forty-eight. i considered that young, since she was my mom's age. i couldn't picture myself having to hear the news that i would have only a few months to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;life is fragile, all the things we do have consequences. if we did some things that result in regrets, do we have enough time to redeem our wrong-doings in a such a short time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114572129951039910?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114572129951039910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114572129951039910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114572129951039910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114572129951039910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/car-pulled-up-into-parking-lot-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114508110718564969</id><published>2006-04-15T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:05:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head. Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 ppl. Ok tag at least 5 ppl.. Ready? Start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.gaffar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.sianghoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.jasmine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.jingzhi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.wenna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.cherlene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8.nura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.irra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10.nisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11.hakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12.zhengyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13.jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14.aran (fat ass always makes me laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15.yihong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16.andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17.jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18.nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19.joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20.rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, now for the questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.How did you meet 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from braddell heights. he was the friendly guy whom everyone enjoys poking fun at. that's including me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i would never be able to make fun of him and call him rampy, i wouldnt be mocking at wannabes. not forgetting the music i never really heard of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not against lesbians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.Did u ever like 19?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as a friend, of course. not a friend? not, never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;errrr, wenna and jackson? i think they would be bickering and critcizing each other all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.Describe 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;steph's temperamental. i literally meant temper and mental. she can be short tempered at times but she never fails to crack us up with her stupid act at times. we became closer friends last year so that's i think it was the exams that drove her mad. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;her personality is good, her looks aren't bad either. or at least she's more attractive and feminine than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8.Tell me something about 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we were good friends since secondary one. our thinkings are more or less the same so i find it very comfortable around her. though at times she's confused and stuff, she still gets things straightened out afterall. and her family's great, especially the super cute babies. absolutely adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not personally, i know he has a brother though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10.What's 8's favourite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uh, im not really close to her. but id guess music? gigs and blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11.What would you do if 18 just confessed he/she likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nelson?! "uh, okay." shrugs and wonder if he really knows what he's saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12.What language does 15 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chinese, english, a bit of malay, hokkien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13.Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nope, no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14.How old is 16 now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15.When's the last time u talked to 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday afternoon when he called me on my cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16.What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thrice i'd guess. i only know roughly the music she listens to, but unsure of her favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17.Would you ever date 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in my next life if i was born a guy or lesbian. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18.Would you ever date 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why not? nah, we don't date, we go on outings! (sounds like excursion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19.Is 15 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;most probably not, i saw his cell's profile once. but he's always attachednot, attached, attached not and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20.What is 10's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bte Ahad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21.Would u ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yea, if i ever went after him on my own. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22.What school does 3 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she's my classmate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23.Where does 6 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;serangoon central, the white and blue/green blocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24.What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's a horny ass. and he makes fun of anything, dirty style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25.Have u seen number 1 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no way, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now to tag 5 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;zhengyan if he gives me his pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or nisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114508110718564969?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114508110718564969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114508110718564969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114508110718564969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114508110718564969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/name-20-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114503358231704785</id><published>2006-04-15T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:53:02.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE PERFECT CONFESSION LETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm sick of recurring thoughts of you running through my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can i stop all this now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with you in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you were the one who stood out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you were the one who was quiet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet left an impact on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when we said goodbyes at the subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you never realised how i looked at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you never knew how i thought of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just wanted to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;loving you made me a coward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;questions made me confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;each and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you could show me another guy like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'd probably hate him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cause he's so you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and you're not him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you never realised how i looked at you&lt;br /&gt;you never knew how i thought of you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to tell you&lt;br /&gt;i missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i thought of the title randomly when i came out of the bathroom. but feel free to tell me what you think. it was all original. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114503358231704785?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114503358231704785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114503358231704785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114503358231704785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114503358231704785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfect-confession-letter-im-sick-of.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114484599850916163</id><published>2006-04-12T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:46:38.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the run today was a killer, i forsee muscle aches and problems everything to do with my leg. it's finally thursday tomorrow and i'm still contemplating whether to give myself a break tomorrow. so fucking sick and tired of school. at the same time i'm afraid staying at home will bore me. raaa. i need to go out, need to go town, catch up with friends and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where's my fucking life?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114484599850916163?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114484599850916163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114484599850916163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114484599850916163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114484599850916163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/run-today-was-killer-i-forsee-muscle.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114467143024348400</id><published>2006-04-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T05:17:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a quickie before my body degenerates in front of the pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm just feeling like shit right now, my monday gone wrong. i was perked up in the morning, but it all went downhill after recess. i was fucking tired during bio and in addition air con to get me sleepy. andrea can vouch for me. i was feeling pms-y during d&amp;t, william said i was stressed. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like i got a lot of things on my hands but i also think i'm just making myself worry too much sometimes. my body feels so weak but it's probably just a lack of vitamins and the elements acting on me. chinese now, !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114467143024348400?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114467143024348400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114467143024348400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114467143024348400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114467143024348400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/quickie-before-my-body-degenerates-in.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114450630013223043</id><published>2006-04-08T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T07:25:16.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(352).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28352%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;rampage and orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(351).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28351%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(350).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28350%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a&lt;/a&gt; day out with gaffar, eventful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;played pool, met a hell lot of people come to think of it. finally bought my guitar stand alongside pretty pretty guitars. ate at roadside which was truly roadside, (picture). walked around aimlessly, ended up at strait records, a very nice place to be. and ta-daa we were on our way home. details a many but i'm to lazy to list them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114450630013223043?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114450630013223043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at times i find myself in fortunate and unfortunate situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;friends around me sometimes talk to me about their problems or how they feel. most of it is on relationships and infatuations and sometimes these people get frustrated and the conditions of the current relationships are implicated by those around them who have nothing better to do, or they just bear a grudge against someone else. in these situations i think i'm fortunate, because i don't really tell anyone of who i'm eyeing on or something. at least i don't tell anyone who talks to -toot- alot. oh, you get what i mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yet also, at times, when people tell me how their relationships are so smooth-flowing, i cannot deny there's this little amount of jealousy in me. then i imagined, how it would be like having someone who really really cares for you and truly gives his heart to you. it's just so sweet even thinking of it. but my life right now, is far from it. the distance is just universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been slightly better these few days, at least i don't feel as angry inside. thanks to all those around me who bring laughter into my life, although at times i'm practically non-existent around you guys. just thought i'd let readers know what's up with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm just so tired, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to shout it out to you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get a fucking life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114442328290686133?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114442328290686133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114442328290686133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114442328290686133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114442328290686133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-times-i-find-myself-in-fortunate.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114389918719134365</id><published>2006-04-01T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T05:46:27.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is going to be a random entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i was younger and knew nothing about other things besides playing my lego and stuff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i always wondered why my mum said guitar players have ugly fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about a decade later when i got heavily influenced by music,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i laid my hands on a guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i learned enthusiatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about half a year later, i finally understood why guitar players don't have very admirable fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a layer of skins forms, and all the dead skin cells tear down when you press them on the fretboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i told you this was random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114389918719134365?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114389918719134365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114389918719134365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114389918719134365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114389918719134365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-going-to-be-random-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114346973213246272</id><published>2006-03-27T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T06:28:52.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my second.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorant, refusal to believe&lt;br /&gt;that is what you are&lt;br /&gt;and that is what i fucking hate&lt;br /&gt;to hear&lt;br /&gt;and to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut your trap&lt;br /&gt;don't open my door&lt;br /&gt;don't find me thrashing everything onto the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop fucking talking to me&lt;br /&gt;and induce me with suicidal thoughts with uninspirational talks&lt;br /&gt;it just backfires&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to land in a coffin anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me draw on the wallpapers&lt;br /&gt;so that i can let you know me&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what you wanted all the while&lt;br /&gt;so i'll give it to you that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop fucking talking to me&lt;br /&gt;and induce me with suicidal thoughts with uninspirational talks&lt;br /&gt;it just backfires&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to land in a coffin anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when shit happens, this is my resort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114346973213246272?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114346973213246272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114346973213246272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114346973213246272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114346973213246272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-second.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114346841067076954</id><published>2006-03-27T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T06:06:50.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parent's never bothered to see all the positive things you do&lt;br /&gt;they always looked for those fucking flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;papercuts and penknives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tissue paper still my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114346841067076954?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114346841067076954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored.&lt;br /&gt;can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather's fucked. so am i. and my life. everything just moved in a split second, i felt so lost and confused. sometimes my parents quarrelled, mom gets fucked up and all, i start thinking what if they split up, i'd have to make a decision who to stay with. then i thought, it didn't really matter, i didn't mean much to them afterall. my mood swings and my usual habits and attitude get them fucked anyway, so why should i bother about who i'm staying with. it's irritating having a maid in the house. yea you get your room tidied up and all, but that's the fucking problem. i can't find my stuff. like yesterday my red pick went MIA and i only saw it today. my brother came home like half an hour ago and he banged his stuff around cause i think his stuff weren't where it was supposed to be. yea i know the feeling. that's why i ask my mom if they can don't fucking touch my stuff. and she's like NO. i go like fuckerass. she'd better not touch my fucking guitar, or she'll fucking get it. i still dont get it why parents like to have so much control even over the state of our rooms, it just gives themselves more stuff to say and do. fucking dumb isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, no school tomorrow. but the coursework is just fucking me up. i seem to have a dysfunctional brain and all. i should have just failed my d&amp;amp;t N's so i don't have to fucking deal with it this year. ahhhhhh fuck man, this all shouldn't have started at all. back to fucking work. byeee suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114339338821170561?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114339338821170561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114339338821170561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114339338821170561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114339338821170561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114335985565969817</id><published>2006-03-26T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:57:35.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(330).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28330%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(329).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28329%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; summer's over from last night's gig. not bad at all. they are all cute. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was my first time at a gig and it was quite a good experience after watching summer's over. er, reached there kind of early and saw unknown people, and more unknown people. it was a foreign land truly. but nonetheless still enjoyable. hung around and ate after watching the eisen guards. had cheese prata, yum. then headed back. i swear the music is fucking good except for that avril lavigne and ashlee simpson girl band. we heard them from outside and decided we need not even see the suckers. left at about eleven plus and got a cab home. walking wasn't much of an option since i felt like sitting down the whole day. had great and friendly company too. life isn't that bad anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114335985565969817?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114335985565969817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114335985565969817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114335985565969817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114335985565969817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/summers-over-from-last-nights-gig.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114311473810178619</id><published>2006-03-23T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:52:18.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm doing fine without you today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114311473810178619?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114311473810178619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114311473810178619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114311473810178619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114311473810178619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-doing-fine-without-you-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114269720702513103</id><published>2006-03-18T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:53:34.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second last day of the holidays and it's back to hell. oh well, on a lighter note, i got at least half of the load done. and i just had constipation about two hours ago. and i tell you, constipation is the worst thing anyone could ever go through in their lives except for women having to give birth, seriously. went to get a trim which was actually nothing for five bucks. then walked around finding my shorts. found it, but some biatch complained so i refused to use her money to buy. fuck that. anyways, came home like two fucking hours later and my moodswings came, so did the constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saddened, i feel so stuck in my life. i can't have the truly likeable group of friends, as in those who like guitars just as much as i do. even if i have friends like this, they are all guys. no girls! ahhh. i need to find this group of friends soon, and real soon. my tragus doesn't hurt anymore, really. it's fine and i got ear sticks at two fifty just so fucking because of school. raaaaa. die schoolife! okay, going to sleep now. laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114269720702513103?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114269720702513103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114269720702513103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114269720702513103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114269720702513103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/second-last-day-of-holidays-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114252441963825655</id><published>2006-03-16T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:53:39.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/9281c1eb798daf0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/9281c1eb798daf0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i tell you i'm broken inside cause i can't be with you, you would never know that person i'm hung over is you. i'm sounding like a pathetic coward i know, but i can't help it. i almost succeeded in believing you almost never existed. but today was the day you barged back into me. how sickening it is right. i was told, guys fear rejection as much as girls, but i just cannot bear to tell you how i feel and get a blatant response in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you well enough to know you never loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to now, i'm stuck at homework and my life is screwed. the chalet, irregular sleeping times and you. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114252441963825655?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114252441963825655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114252441963825655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114252441963825655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114252441963825655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/even-if-i-tell-you-im-broken-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114217482187777623</id><published>2006-03-12T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T06:47:01.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(302).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28302%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(300).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28300%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tragus. right after it was pierced. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday means more blogging. yay.&lt;br /&gt;saturday, shit what did i do? i think, i went out to town got my piercing. saw quite a few people but still felt kind of weird. anyways, headed to suntec thereafter and went to check out the it fair cause jas wanted to get a lappie. then took another bus down to swee lee. i fcuking saw the les paul black beauty, going at 1090 now. it's my dream guitar and i want to get it if, i get into a band or i earn enough after my O's. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: went out for lunch, got the notes on media then went photocopy it. went home and did serious note-making. went out soon to sbc. walked the bloody tense match with shiyun and zihui. saw a hell load of people i haven't seen in eons, had a good time catching up too. then went back to serangoon and watched the tournament there. saw tattoo and a few people, went to shoot a few hoops too. oh well, sundayyy. but, holidays! and chinese oral tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love my tragus, raaa. muahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114217482187777623?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114217482187777623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114217482187777623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114217482187777623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114217482187777623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/tragus.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114200065471462218</id><published>2006-03-10T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T06:24:15.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nisa sent me this picture, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just reminded me of my very contradicting mother. we were having mother-daughter bonding session the day before, watcing the channel u show at ten. the came the advert time.  came along the show which showed young people doing things they like etc. showed this tattoo artist blah blah blah. our conversation somehow came to the discussion of people baring tattoos and all. her bottomline was that not all people who have tattoos are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought about the time she oppressed my decision of getting my labret piercing after my O's.  she said where am i going to get a job with a piercing, and i was fed up with her, cause that kind of thinking is just so backdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so tired today and the fucking holidays are here, but the homework pile is still there. raaaaaaaa. bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114200065471462218?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114200065471462218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114200065471462218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114200065471462218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114200065471462218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/nisa-sent-me-this-picture-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114180593839915128</id><published>2006-03-08T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:18:58.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays in a week, spasm is just building up in me&lt;br /&gt;and i have so much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one blink and we're seventeen. but at this age, i think there is a certain level of maturity we ought to reach. apparently i still cannot understand why some people cannot do that, or whatever. at seventeen, i would think we need to have logical thinking, consideration and most important of all some sensitivity and not being over-sensitive. i wouldn't say ive reached that, but i am going to. things around me are sometime intolerable. how i cannot fit into people makes me feel like a freak, like i come from another planet or something. i observe how people react to certain situations, yet i cannot understand why they need to have such a big reaction to some things. and these kind of situations get me irritated, BUT i just leave people as they are. i whatsoever do not have any sort of authority to tell them to be like this or that. it's been months and months since i start realising happening all around me. thank god it's already march so i know time will fly, and soon i can be alone. when irritation gets a hold of me, i just keep mum. cause i know, if i said anything at all, i'm actually giving chances for people to rebut my actions and words i have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these days, i must say, i've been minding my own business, be who i am. if people don't understand me, so be it. it's not like i understand or like them very much either. for goodness sake, i'm not a fucking sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ive said what i want to, now it's back to coursework. ahhh, fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114180593839915128?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114180593839915128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114180593839915128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114180593839915128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114180593839915128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays-in-week-spasm-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114154509333714381</id><published>2006-03-05T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:51:33.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh sundayyyyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after three weekends at home, i finally went out yesterday with the 2 js.. meet at four and cabbed to ps. wanted to go check out hakim but somehow he wasnt there. shrugs. walked to paradiz to play twelve bucks worth of pool. and jz pathetically only won me by one game. ha. walked back to heeren without jz this time. mama's boy went home.. walked around and around. jasmine kept eating like nobody's business, was practically food-binging the whole time we were out. then walked over to cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, cute ice cream boy, i like. then saw olga and melvin on group date.. then they mocked jasmine and called her da sao. and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town seemed so dead yesterday somehow. but there were a lot of eye candies so it wasnt that bad after all. and i witnessed alot of weird things in town, people fighting, people walking in an eccentric way. then we sat outside wisma and poeple watched for almost half an hour. the ice cream from the ice cream boy was good, but too sweet. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally took the 105 home and i bummed into that couple again! the disgusting guy seems to recognise me and i cannot believe my luck man. and the girl became prettier. but too bad she's still as blind as a bat so as to stay with that guy. terrible man. yesterday seemed somewhat eventful, or probably due to the cooping myself at home mentality i feel so revived to see people again. okay, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished my poa, do up my ss lecture notes and managed to study three chinese words since last night. it's monday tomorrow means dumb d&amp;t lessons, and i have to catch up with my folio. it's so fucked man i just dont know how to carry on and stuff. i seem all okay but im crushed up inside.. because of school and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114154509333714381?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114154509333714381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114154509333714381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114154509333714381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Weee_by_CHiBi_NiGHTMaRe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello friday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dead from school, each day i come home so dreadful and could hardly find any more energy to complete homework. anywayyyys, weekend's here to catch up on deprived rest. but still, not spared from preparing for upcoming test. i have, biology, chinese test next week. journal and chinese newspaper cutting to complete. raaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;swee lee's having sale during the march holidays, and might consider getting my guitar then. god, i have to spend money again on my guitar, and my tragus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought i could fall asleep just on, but i still feel so pumped up for.. nothing. out to suntec later for dinner. a smoke for now, bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114137236245661477?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114137236245661477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114137236245661477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114137236245661477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114137236245661477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114113510221251548</id><published>2006-02-28T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:58:22.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is fucked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/while_reading_your_mind_by_Nyctophobia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/while_reading_your_mind_by_Nyctophobia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i promised to keep this blog alive with more details of my life, yes here i am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school's fucked, like seriously. everything's becoming surreal. i thought leaving myself out to not be a monitress could let my year pass by quite happily, but i am so wrong. being a sports leader left me feeling just like last year. why am i not spared from all these, why can't i enjoy my secondary school phase like other people. fuck all this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the heats are tomorrow, i dont think she can run. neither do i think i can find another sporting classmate cause they are all like, i can't run! for goodness sake just do it for fun la. it's our last year together and you can forgo a good chance to leave a pleasant memory? i just can't put myself into your shoes. and my back's injured, i also cannot guarantee i can even walk properly tomorrow, moreover run. but on the account that this is our fifth and last year, ill just go ahead with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i'm handling my studies okay now, but seeing my humanities results are just so depressing, almost dehumanizing to me.. same goes for my chemistry practical. first test i got an egg, second test i only did four marks better. yet in an open book theory test i can score like nobody's business. fuck is wrong with me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im off to catch csi. this is more and more like my usual life, besides all the shit i have to face in school last year.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114113510221251548?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114113510221251548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114113510221251548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114113510221251548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114113510221251548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-fucked.html' title='this is fucked.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114102726017148378</id><published>2006-02-27T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:01:00.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stolentobacco.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://stolentobacco.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this will still be here,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114102726017148378?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114102726017148378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114102726017148378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114102726017148378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114102726017148378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpstolentobacco.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114097072981853459</id><published>2006-02-27T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:18:49.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe, the deepest regret?</title><content type='html'>it's officially monday,&lt;br /&gt;a new week, i hope very much schoolwork can help occupy my mind instead of you&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't begun to realise that i'm taking o's this year&lt;br /&gt;mom's always complaining about the state of my room&lt;br /&gt;but how neat can it get, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;good night, goodbye to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114097072981853459?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114097072981853459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114097072981853459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114097072981853459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114097072981853459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/maybe-deepest-regret.html' title='maybe, the deepest regret?'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114087527768035644</id><published>2006-02-25T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T05:47:57.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Someone_to_Look_For_by_moosebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Someone_to_Look_For_by_moosebird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can we sit high, smoking ciggarettes, and i faithfully treat you like a stranger&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's possibly a miracle i'm home on a saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my heart has been wrenched apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hardly anyone knows this but it's better off that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i lost my senses in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;went to stadium during evening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;paradiz centre thereafter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;went photohunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cynical mother brought me to chomp chomp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and reached home at one in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eventful yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i pay back by staying home today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bye, i have nothing else to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really just hope i don't see you on the streets with her one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114087527768035644?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114087527768035644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114087527768035644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114087527768035644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114087527768035644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-song.html' title='the last song.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114036063728987401</id><published>2006-02-19T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T06:53:51.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/c5dcf2375de7c6d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/c5dcf2375de7c6d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and will you tell all your friends, you've got your gun to my head&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;another busy week ahead. and i saw the pug jelly guy at far east, my type of guy, piercings not neccessary. &lt;em&gt;i could only be a coward in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114036063728987401?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114036063728987401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114036063728987401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114036063728987401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114036063728987401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-will-you-tell-all-your-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114027758357394280</id><published>2006-02-18T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T07:46:24.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no word, no sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/5f5c99b2f8ccef6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/5f5c99b2f8ccef6c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need some motivation and something to get me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've been contemplating about my life. school, home, school, home.the vicious cycle goes on. finally this weekend im liberated by common tests and readings. but i still have my coursework to complete. like, it's a total spoiler. thoughts keep running theough. i could pen it down, into a song or a poem. but im still quite lazy inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your name spins round in circles and yet i can't do anything about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114027758357394280?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114027758357394280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114027758357394280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114027758357394280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114027758357394280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-word-no-sound.html' title='no word, no sound.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-114000947906894074</id><published>2006-02-15T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T05:17:59.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings</title><content type='html'>Hand me downs and photographs spread across the floor&lt;br /&gt;A broken record spins in circles she can't listen anymore&lt;br /&gt;Shes turned around a thousand times she set that bridge afire&lt;br /&gt;But did you want to listen,&lt;br /&gt;You took the world with you&lt;br /&gt;So what is left&lt;br /&gt;So what is left for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you on the phone again,&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day&lt;br /&gt;It sounds to me you've found your place and everything is great&lt;br /&gt;But did you want to listen,&lt;br /&gt;You took the world with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is left&lt;br /&gt;So what is left for me&lt;br /&gt;But did you want to listen, you took the world with you&lt;br /&gt;So what is left &lt;br /&gt;So what is left for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Why no explanation keeps me waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I tried because I know you wont forget&lt;br /&gt;I know even if this story is over&lt;br /&gt;It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to listen, you took the world with you&lt;br /&gt;So what is left&lt;br /&gt;So what is left for me&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to listen, you took the world with you&lt;br /&gt;So what is left&lt;br /&gt;So what is left for me&lt;br /&gt;Whats left for me&lt;br /&gt;But did you want to listen you took the world with you&lt;br /&gt;So what is left &lt;br /&gt;So what is left for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song just struck me all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;try listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114000947906894074?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114000947906894074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114000947906894074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;like its always doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always wanted to let you know&lt;br /&gt;but inside me i am a coward.&lt;br /&gt;reaction, rejection maybe even response?&lt;br /&gt;what am i gonna get&lt;br /&gt;this is getting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make a final cry&lt;br /&gt;and hope you will hear it someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-114000829392350040?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/114000829392350040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=114000829392350040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114000829392350040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/114000829392350040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-these-feelings-are-killing-me.html' title='because these feelings are killing me.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113967154945419566</id><published>2006-02-11T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T07:25:49.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i could have never liked a person for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;except for someone like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i cant explain why, how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i find myself in a mess too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes i question my innerself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but never could i find the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;many a time the temptation of me telling you how i feel has got to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;many a time i fantasize us being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but the 'her' you would mention will never be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;blame it on the low self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think im just being realistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i would rather hide myself in this dark pithole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;drown myself with images of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but someday i wont be able to hold my ego back anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't put up a strong front for much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so maybe one day i could take back these words of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if i could find someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my mom found about my habit when my uncle came to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i didn't want to lie about it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i couldn't live with it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe im better off this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113967154945419566?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113967154945419566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113967154945419566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113967154945419566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113967154945419566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-amazing-i-could-have-never.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113938831818086557</id><published>2006-02-08T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T02:00:00.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haywire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/torn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/torn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lots of things going through me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in a way im in a dilemma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;desperately in need of someone to help me clear em up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;adam asked me to go pubbing on saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which would eat up fifty bucks from my bank account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i think if i do that i can say byebye to my vans slip on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;besides, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im not very sure of the company that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they are his friends from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;somehow gut feeling tells me its some techno pub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;patronised by the ah beng type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not that i discriminate or condemn them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but ah bengs and techno pubs are not my kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i concluded that from the end of year 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;howww. somebody help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enlighten me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if only you could know how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113938831818086557?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113938831818086557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113938831818086557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113938831818086557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113938831818086557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/haywire.html' title='haywire.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113911436127799296</id><published>2006-02-05T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:41:45.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-gasps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so lets see where ive gotten to,&lt;br /&gt;due homework:&lt;br /&gt;three maths questions on loci&lt;br /&gt;at least three pages of research on d&amp;amp;t stuff&lt;br /&gt;english compre&lt;br /&gt;biology test&lt;br /&gt;chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;and im still distracted by my computer,&lt;br /&gt;half studyin.&lt;br /&gt;someone give me a focus point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113911436127799296?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113911436127799296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113911436127799296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113911436127799296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113911436127799296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/gasps.html' title='-gasps'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113898709395014374</id><published>2006-02-04T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:18:13.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGSTY</title><content type='html'>i just received a piece of news that is driving me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the niks at plaza sing,&lt;br /&gt;then soon leng asked me 'did you receive your pay slip?'&lt;br /&gt;"what? i thought they put into bank account automatically?"&lt;br /&gt;"i passed your pay slip to jacqueline."&lt;br /&gt;i went like WHAT THE FARK LAR.&lt;br /&gt;so i called jac, and she just replied my text.&lt;br /&gt;my fucking pay slip is over at the heeren branch.&lt;br /&gt;how corrupted can wing tai get, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;this is seriously fucked.&lt;br /&gt;im never gonna work under vincent anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113898709395014374?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113898709395014374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113898709395014374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113898709395014374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113898709395014374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/02/angsty.html' title='ANGSTY'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113847049429602138</id><published>2006-01-29T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T09:48:14.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have not found it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday, today, a year later&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just yesterday i was at your place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;catching flicks and playing radio songs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a while it has all come down to this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mushy messages found in your cell from your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ex-girlfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;betrayal stabbed me in the back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my world just went blank.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pick up your steps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come and save me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before i fall, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and fail to revive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what have you done?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be able to get me into such a state?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isnt it a disgrace?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so today i woke up in a state of blur,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photographs strewn over the floor and my hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i still remember,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the misery you caused me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't tell me things are fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause even a year later i still feel the love and pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you my bittersweet love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113847049429602138?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113847049429602138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113847049429602138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113847049429602138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113847049429602138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-not-found-it.html' title='have not found it.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113842371925866140</id><published>2006-01-28T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:48:39.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inexplicably boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday really sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was sick enough but mum forced me to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was very drowsy in class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;couldnt even realise i had the wrong method done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the rest of the day went on as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and mr J and i watched two cats 'almost' humped each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ended up fruitless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;overall it was nice talking to guys younger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;those irritating songs have almost done enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to get me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im just stuck at home with homework and no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one to go out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113842371925866140?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113842371925866140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113842371925866140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113842371925866140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113842371925866140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/inexplicably-boring.html' title='inexplicably boring'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113810927803205738</id><published>2006-01-24T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T05:27:58.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so ive decided to update on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in case when i forget what happened to me before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at least something to fall back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;school is getting from bad to worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;redundant dialogue sessions to tiring tiring lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;even the teachers couldnt take the sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ive gotten a hold of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or at least for me to focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but my body cant seem to take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im getting flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;runny nose every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my body feels hot right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanted to give school a miss on thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if not for some angchanmaimai to have a prac test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you will not see me on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;back to guitaring when i have the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yet going nowhere far to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ohkay guitaring time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113810927803205738?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113810927803205738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113810927803205738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113810927803205738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113810927803205738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-ive-decided-to-update-on-my-life-in.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113794257570300148</id><published>2006-01-22T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:09:35.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i desperately want to get my labret pierced since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a million years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's all because of school i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bye, school again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113794257570300148?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113794257570300148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113794257570300148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113794257570300148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113794257570300148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/drag.html' title='drag.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113730523051613845</id><published>2006-01-15T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:07:10.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRRITATING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my face got bammed on friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;still hurting now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck that goddamn bastard who steals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;homework time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113730523051613845?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113730523051613845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113730523051613845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113730523051613845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113730523051613845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/irritating.html' title='IRRITATING.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113697080878963724</id><published>2006-01-11T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:13:28.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOCKING,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O level theme gotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't be very free anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear this year will pass very fast, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gonna sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but first i will act like some lovesick fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(mocking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i realised,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tried to forget you but i still see your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i should really get over and done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113697080878963724?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113697080878963724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113697080878963724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113697080878963724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113697080878963724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/mocking.html' title='MOCKING,'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113671531260775735</id><published>2006-01-08T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T02:15:12.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monotonous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the weather sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;trng got cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im totally not in the mood to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;holllerrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113671531260775735?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113671531260775735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;first day sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;boring teachers but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy to see familiar faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;homework is due,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yet undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;who fucking cares?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;review of holiday shopping;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NUM top, FOX top, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 topshops racers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brown u2 pants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ipod nano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;loads of christmas presents;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;elmo, rose bath foam, hoop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a 'productive' one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but school's reopen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my mood is not yet right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113630085764096564?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113630085764096564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113630085764096564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113630085764096564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113630085764096564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/gold-is-in.html' title='Gold is in'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113605404615252615</id><published>2006-01-01T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:34:06.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty castles,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why, hi 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so a new year is nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2005 has been good and bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i havent drank in 2005, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;good thing i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;homework, still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hope mr liang remembers my file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cherrycokes under a moonlit summer sky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i want this year is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113605404615252615?l=writeacatastrophe.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-12721213.post-113587366456202896</id><published>2005-12-30T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:27:44.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a nice way to end my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The bus stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the standing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i looked at what your mp3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think you saw mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We sat down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;almost fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alighted at the same stop yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how could you be so perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But of course you left my eyesight within a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd need a miracle to live that dream again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113587366456202896?l=writeacatastrophe.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-12721213.post-113579720348610126</id><published>2005-12-29T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:13:23.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i slept from nine to eleven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and im probably staying awake for the next hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was freaking tired, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ploughed right onto my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i've got a codename for my eye candy too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HA-HA-HA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, only jasmine lu knows what im talking bout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i pretty much still think bout another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i even dreamt bout you yesterday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anticipating school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but saddended by the homework pile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;!#$$%^&amp;*# homework!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113579720348610126?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113579720348610126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113579720348610126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113579720348610126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113579720348610126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/bloody-random.html' title='Bloody random'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113576997543293530</id><published>2005-12-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T03:43:59.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ive been waking up early these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9am, 9am, 9am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, got my ipod this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Felt such a dork not knowing how to use iTunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's fine now, songs are in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Approximately one week more to the new year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and school reopens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;School is not my favourites definitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, just take things as it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(142).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28142%29.0.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my baby cousin having better appetitte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113576997543293530?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113576997543293530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113576997543293530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113576997543293530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113576997543293530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-waking-up-early-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113552651853767894</id><published>2005-12-25T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T08:02:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(140).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28140%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say hi to Elmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He cost thirty bucks and some madass bought it without hesitation for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas eve was more eventful than Christmas day itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, best wishes to all anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Off to do homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113552651853767894?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113552651853767894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113552651853767894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113552651853767894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113552651853767894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/spread-joy.html' title='Spread the joy!'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113492869600818999</id><published>2005-12-19T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:58:16.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yule shoot your eyes out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Out with my folks today.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas-y song by Fallout Boy kept ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my new kicks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(125).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28125%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the ultra transparent guitar i saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(122).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28122%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't come home for christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're the last thing i wanna see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;underneath the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113492869600818999?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113492869600818999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113492869600818999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113492869600818999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113492869600818999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/yule-shoot-your-eyes-out.html' title='Yule shoot your eyes out.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113480402412226073</id><published>2005-12-17T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:20:24.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;results on monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but please do not make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;big HOO-HAA out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;since some people are so heck care bout exams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and when the results comes out one day before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;AHHHH, HOW AH? I SCARED FAIL LEH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;please spare me those last minute gestures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ill just give you my apathetic consoles then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113480402412226073?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113480402412226073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113480402412226073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113480402412226073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113480402412226073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/whatt.html' title='WHATT?'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113449616640616019</id><published>2005-12-14T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:18:32.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone save us, college kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;random stuff yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(101)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28101%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the new hair tied up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/1600/Image(104)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/274/320/Image%28104%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last but not least, my nails im so in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113449616640616019?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113449616640616019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113449616640616019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113449616640616019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113449616640616019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/someone-save-us-college-kids.html' title='someone save us, college kids.'/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113414539386535771</id><published>2005-12-10T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:23:13.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, we're still so far apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113414539386535771?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113414539386535771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113414539386535771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113414539386535771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113414539386535771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-were-still-so-far-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>YVONNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207440815161426387</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-12721213.post-113414510742430412</id><published>2005-12-10T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:18:27.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oceans apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people come and go in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but once you came in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you never went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i remember the 'Hi's' and 'Heys' you said to me online,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the way you overlooked everyone when walking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;your perfect smile when you're with your friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the determination you put in your game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;how you told me you'd give me guitar lessons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;how we treated each other's prescence so blatantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i feel guilty now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i think im in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12721213-113414510742430412?l=writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writeacatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/113414510742430412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12721213&amp;postID=113414510742430412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12721213/posts/default/113414510742430412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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