<?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-8251839720453293752</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:44:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious blood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251839720453293752.post-1213453919227792531</id><published>2007-11-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:22:40.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw life man...</title><content type='html'>just got back from beijing. didn't really buy anything. i just went there to inhale toxicated air filled with tobacco. urhhh. sick place it was... and the bargain places were so crowded. nothing much to buy. a LOT of shops, hell lot of 'em. but they were all selling stuff the previous shop was selling. garh. shouldn't've went. waste of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i flew back. sleptfor 10 hours straight. woke up with a headache. went for piano. didn't do anything. screw life it's boring. grhhh... i can't go out. i can't go out by &lt;strong&gt;myself &lt;/strong&gt;can i. so i stay at home drawing crap. band's on wednesday thankfully. i'm going out with my juniors unusually. and ck must be skipping band and not going out with me as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i'm an attention repulser. the opposite of attention magnet. yeah i kinda shoo people away. it's like i;m not popular or something. whether it's in real life (i've little close friends; the friends i have don't wanna hang with me) or in maple (people DAO me in fms) or anywhere in the world maybe. IMMA ATTENTION REPULSER, OKAY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just facing the damn facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-1213453919227792531?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/1213453919227792531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=1213453919227792531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/1213453919227792531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/1213453919227792531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/11/screw-life-man.html' title='screw life man...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-4762863530659398690</id><published>2007-10-28T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T11:58:13.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays're here, hallelujah.</title><content type='html'>omg. attended some stupid talk this afternoon. &lt;strong&gt;MindChamps&lt;/strong&gt;. how inspiring, right? yeah tell me about it. grrr can't sleep. ah heck. - - dad's here telling me to turn the com off and take care of my health and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the mindchamps thing was supposed to be interesting and motivating. i mean, i attended it. i just enjoyed the effort put into the presentation. the guy's english and pronunciation was... omfgwth disgusting. made my hair stand on end... urrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all. ate ajisen. chunkiat's coming tomorrow for a while. *sigh* then he's going out with &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; friend to cut hair... oh YEAH. i wanna dye my hair in streaks of dull red man. lex highlighted her's &lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;. grrrr im jealous... mum won't let me!! typical her. yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara. (youngchamps. bleaurgh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-4762863530659398690?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/4762863530659398690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=4762863530659398690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/4762863530659398690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/4762863530659398690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/10/holidaysre-here-hallelujah.html' title='holidays&apos;re here, hallelujah.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-7508302585661634490</id><published>2007-10-23T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:41:31.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yessaaaa! no more school...</title><content type='html'>alas school's over. that sickening period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching gokusen now. it's so movable and touching... - - why'm i saying this. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's some school movie thing tomorrow. really really lame... about some... motivational inspiring movie. and they even have some &lt;em&gt;socialising session&lt;/em&gt; after the movie. and you don't even get to wear anything you like. you wear &lt;em&gt;school uniform&lt;/em&gt;. oh the fun creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm deciding to skip a few days from school. it's gonna be the end anyway... it's just a few days too. so... why not? hope my mum agrees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't received news on whether i'm gonna get retained or not... - - hope i will. so can get to change school to SJI international... they've a mix of genders there. =D kekeke. compared to this school. - - sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. sayonara mortals...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-7508302585661634490?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/7508302585661634490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=7508302585661634490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/7508302585661634490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/7508302585661634490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/10/yessaaaa-no-more-school.html' title='yessaaaa! no more school...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-5770826014026488468</id><published>2007-10-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:45:24.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia?</title><content type='html'>why can't i get &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; sleep?! it's like... quarter to five in the morning!! grhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-5770826014026488468?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/5770826014026488468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=5770826014026488468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/5770826014026488468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/5770826014026488468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/10/insomnia.html' title='insomnia?'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-2218882366494508542</id><published>2007-10-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:10:15.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, fuck school.</title><content type='html'>school's back. although exam's over. just screw school, okay? screw it. fuck school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days i stay at home doing nothing. supposed to go out with chunkiat but it seems he's avoiding me whenever i ask him where are we going and stuff like that. *sigh* life sooooo sucks... damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so annoying. i was supposed to skip today. but then chunkiat called and said 'twas band practice. and so i went. and then in the end he didn't come. wtf la. - - not fair. ah well band was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my freakin results today. not gonna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically nothing much happened today. cept for freaking school. which i was supposed to pon. then in the morning mr crawshaw was the reader for the morning prayer, he was uuuuuuuber coolio~!! xDDD he was so exaggerated he made me smirk. a little. lol. cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hair check for my class 3e3 and 3e4. damn. got caught. sent to mr subash. he said to cut our hair so that we would be &lt;strong&gt;less obvious&lt;/strong&gt;. kekeke, i'm not gonna cut my fringe... just the sides. beat THAT!! bleh~! and i'm gonna skip on tuesday. i want to. cause school's just so fuckin boring y'know. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to stayover at andrew's. i need to watch jap dramas badly. haven't even finished gokusen man. grhh. let alone gokusen TWO. T T ah heck. i'm off to maple cause andrew, lex and griffin's there. so no life right...? lol. yeah typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara and goodnight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-2218882366494508542?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/2218882366494508542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=2218882366494508542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/2218882366494508542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/2218882366494508542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-fuck-school.html' title='oh, fuck school.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-3929468667790079469</id><published>2007-09-27T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:45:08.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blur</title><content type='html'>blur. O o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's passing by like a blur. i can't remember what i'd done for the pass few days... exams're just next week. i can't wait... NOT. can't wait till they're over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. exams're freaking lame. good thing i've people to study with. chun, sister and hippo. LOL. jaggy rarely tags along. and we're gonna bake, go zoo and do stuff together after that freaking exams! can't wait! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently finding the mood to study. chunkiat maybe staying over on saturday. to study and all. and maybe we're going out with sister and hippo to taka... art friend! art &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then study. then chunkiat and i go my house and sleep and wake up and brush teeth then it's stupid slacky sunday.which means: piano class. grade &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;. playing disney songs. - - wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's basically the cycle of my stupid boring life. it'll get much more interesting after the lame exams... i hope. lol. hasta la vista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-3929468667790079469?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/3929468667790079469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=3929468667790079469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/3929468667790079469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/3929468667790079469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/09/blur.html' title='blur'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-722942062888257104</id><published>2007-09-22T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:42:28.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freak exams.</title><content type='html'>omg the exams're drawing near... i'm so desperate for studying. i barely know anything from the chapters... and i hope my mum allows me to go to attend the study groups with chunkiat and yingru and possibly charmaine... cause studying yourself is mega boring. - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was okay. first there was flag day. my group consisted of chunkiat, jason and kitfei (surprisingly). shengyi was supposed to come... he changed his mind. not sure why... anyway. we went to my house to play Wii and all. then we went to do our actual begging for donations. all was normal, we returned the tin cans and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, we went to play badminton! so fun! lol. and my freakin' brother &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to tag along. so annoying. T T fack him. grhh... and after that we played pepsi cola and all of the tiring games to sweat us out... too bad didn't play block catching... - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, thanks to kitfei, he brought my brother home. jaggy went home too. then chunkiat and i watched a horror movie. nuroi: the curse and sh!t it was scary... scared me half to death. i have never watched a horror film before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;apparently&lt;/em&gt; chunkiat was bored. and he wasn't all that scared. - - wtf la. after the show i was really freaked out... &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; freaked out. and i went kinda insane. especially at home. i didn't want to bathe and i wanted to sleep in my mum's room. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all for yesterday. today's gonna be boring. gonna have piano class at junction 8 as usual then maybe going to amk macdonald's to meet chunkiat and company for studying... if my mum allows. T T sheesh, i don't get much freedom around here don't i? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flute's taken by jeremy lim, cocurrently. not fair, i can't practice it and i miss music... oh well, i guess i'll have to wait till my exams're over or something. at the mean time, i'll borrow chunkiat's miyazawa. thanks chunkiat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-722942062888257104?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/722942062888257104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=722942062888257104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/722942062888257104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/722942062888257104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/09/freak-exams.html' title='freak exams.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-1955958090488671200</id><published>2007-09-11T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T04:57:24.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school holidays... noooo...</title><content type='html'>grhh. damn school. i miss the school holidays. where i do nothing but make friends with the spiders in my room. - - i really miss the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff school. and all things that revolve around it like studies. school is BORING. the only interest is physical ed and friends. but who talks to me in school anymore? and there's no more art and music to spice it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today and yesterday were sluggish... the clock hand's were like glued or something. i sleep for what seemed like eternity, and when i wake up and look at the clock... wtf, five minutes?! yeah. that's the feeling. which annoys me. i bet God made school hours slower than holidays or something. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to find a new blogskin for mine. i hate navigations. i want an 'height = infinitite' ed blogskin. not like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i'm going out with yingru this thursday. well, maybe. i really need a timeout. wanted to go to the library with ck today but he was busy... soooooo hope he can tag along on thursday with sis and i. O o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-1955958090488671200?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/1955958090488671200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=1955958090488671200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/1955958090488671200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/1955958090488671200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-holidays-noooo.html' title='school holidays... noooo...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-8591523463527372078</id><published>2007-09-05T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:28:59.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring.</title><content type='html'>what's there to blog these few days? the holidays're as boring as ever. grhh. nothing to do and so much work piled up since the exams are looming... fack the exams. study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. watched movie yesterday with juniors. reuben, jude, gabriel and chunkiat. stupid show. evan almighty. there weren't timings for dead silence... sad. desperate on watching it. dammit. oh well. and evan almighty is helluva stupid. don't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to watch hairspray with jason on that day in the morning. but he has stupid stock check to do bloody hell... wasted. jiawei's free tickets which he won. now we don't have a date to watch hairspray. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares. english oral tomorrow. can't sleep. it's half past three now... yeah. late... and i slept at six yesterday staying over at my cousin's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-8591523463527372078?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/8591523463527372078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=8591523463527372078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/8591523463527372078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/8591523463527372078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/09/boring.html' title='boring.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-3623725647831493542</id><published>2007-08-30T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:03:52.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleargh.</title><content type='html'>damn school and everything about. holidays are here. the boringness... gahh... damnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll be doing anything fun during the school holidays. i wanna go to the zoo... see the animals. if anyone would wanna accompany me... and maybe take a few trips to the library. like what chunkiat did the last time. and he complained and whined and shifted to the china books. =x kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borrowed a japan house designing thing. on house designs in japan. so cool! sugei~!! and speaking of japan... i wanna watch d.gray man!! watched half the first episode which was cooooool!! i want more... i want the disks... i... &lt;strong&gt;want... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well... hope something fun and exciting pops outta no where. like a trip to malaysia'd be enough... *sigh* oh well. signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many school homework... huh... ... ... i wanna watch a horror film...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-3623725647831493542?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/3623725647831493542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=3623725647831493542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/3623725647831493542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/3623725647831493542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/08/bleargh.html' title='bleargh.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-6368643243801665366</id><published>2007-08-20T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:45:21.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my fringggggee!!</title><content type='html'>damn today. DAMN. &lt;strong&gt;DAMN.&lt;/strong&gt; grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to cut my sexy fringe... grrr. cause noor hayati made me. damn. DAMN. ARGH!! can't take this. no more long fringe... now's some weak transparent paper thin atom lengthed layer of hair covering my brow. like wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;em&gt;jeanyip&lt;/em&gt; to get this stupid haircut for 24 smackers at junction 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's weird. like. the sides are thin. and the top's thick. the haircutter guy said i was supposed to spike the top. but the problem is... &lt;strong&gt;i don't spike my hair, dammit. &lt;/strong&gt;geez. i'm like a guaikia, i keep my hair down and wear nerd glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch my eyes burn. i think i'm not getting much sleep. being a creative personel, i tend to imagine more stuff. even when asleep. thus when i sleep, i don't &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;, i &lt;strong&gt;dream&lt;/strong&gt;. so teachers... don't disturb me in school when i sleep. oh, blame my creativity, will you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night untrustworthy mortals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-6368643243801665366?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/6368643243801665366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=6368643243801665366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/6368643243801665366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/6368643243801665366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-fringggggee.html' title='my fringggggee!!'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-1513912669695137408</id><published>2007-08-17T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:46:53.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>concert day!</title><content type='html'>wheet~ concert day on 15th of august was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we assembled at victoria concert hall and then had crap breakfast there. then we had a few practices and a LOT of rests. what the hell la. the rests were damn boring. ended up playing worms with shengyi on his handphone. tch. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was the practice matinee concert which was boring. nothing much happened there. but the first piece we okayed, danse bacchanale, the sec 1s already started to talk like idiots. GRR. annoying, much? feel like digging their teeth out. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 'twas the night concert. te &lt;strong&gt;main&lt;/strong&gt; concert. the one. the only. the concert! (we had macs provided by avery's mum for dinner! kekeke) there was a whole gang of people! a hell &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te circle seats were flooded first. with the teachers filing in and all. &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; the moe person (i dunno who he exactly is but he's some important guy) and our school principal. then i saw phoebe and reuben come in (thanks for coming!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went well especially my solos. mr lineven said they sounded good! ^^ so this time round, unlike syf day, i'm satisfied. haha. thanks mr lin. you really helped the band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy chua's conducting wasn't that clear i guess. and dr. McKay's conducting too. she conducted our lux aurumque piece which was not really intuned... sorry ma'am. haha. her conducting was somehow unseeable... but we still got into time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr chan's conducting is the best i think. he went according to beat. jeremy went along the melody line and dr. McKay was kinda drawing small circles... yeah. sorry if you guys're offended or something. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm then packing up was tiring. after the whole concert and the last two days of band practice we had to carry the percussion instruments back up to the band room... i just hope i'll develop a few muscle tissues or something. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back home with a can of pringles (which i've finished eating) from miss fandrie koh [thanks!], a sunflower from sisterrrrr, yingru [thanks!] and merci chocolates for flute section along with a thorny painful rose from phoebe [thanks!]. the merci chocs kinda melted. and i dunno where my damn maid kept my sunflower and rose. i wanted them to wilt then keep it. shucks... damn maid. tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day after the concert, i had to go to bloody damn freaking school. i was so effing tired and sleepy... then my parents had to force me. &lt;strong&gt;we didn't even get an hour or two off from school like last year&lt;/strong&gt;  cause the seniors were having their o levels. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... slacking here and there watching erementar gerad and anime and heroes season 1 part 2... so cool. sylar rocks. he's the evil telekinesis guy. he rocks!! xD sayonara readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-1513912669695137408?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/1513912669695137408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=1513912669695137408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/1513912669695137408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/1513912669695137408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/08/concert-day.html' title='concert day!'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-5818418993674388237</id><published>2007-08-10T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:59:20.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resonance</title><content type='html'>dear me. resonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[noun] the prolongation of sound by reflection. a vibration of large amplitude produced by a relatively small vibration near the same frequency of vibration as the natural frequency of the resonating system. oscillation induced in a physical system when it is affected by another system that is itself oscillating at the right frequency. For example, a swing will swing to greater heights if each consecutive push on it is timed to be in rhythm with the initial swing. Radios are tuned to pick up one radio frequency rather than another using a resonant circuit that resonates strongly with the incoming signal at only a narrow band of frequencies. The soundboards of musical instruments, contrastingly, are designed to resonate with a large range of frequencies produced by the instrument. *kope from dictonaries* xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's our concert's name. how exciting. unsarcasmistically exciting. i can't wait to get out on the stage to showcase music for others' ears... pleasure. excitement. climatic. no, not that way... the music way. can't wait for 15th august...! gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out repertoire (what a disgrace; i can't spell the word! is it like that?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danse Bacchanale; beautiful solo by Breyann Oboe. this song rocks! it's so exciting and all and mysterious, as if from tchaikovsky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanover Festival; currently sick of this song. syf song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' Alive/I Need to be in Love; wtf i hate pop songs by bands. sheesh, they're lame. Breyann soloing again and Nathan conducting. (wtf times 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lux Aurumque; oooh, beautiful song with pure dynamics and wrong chords. still sounds nice. conducted by a doctor. (music doctor, not pharmical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Saigon; some prostitute mocie song thing. don't really like it although i'll have fun blasting high notes during our concert. kekeke... especially the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Street Celebration; cheerful? bouncy? melodious? with an emo part in the middle? apparently the emo part was s'posed t'be a flute solo. but then again, i mayn't dare to play it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribean; &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is what i'm talking 'bout. love this song. a medley from At World's End. i'd rather play The Compass actually. bright fantasic (originated from 'fantasy') melody... but PotC's equally good, i guess. too bad we aren't playing the first movement. 'twas supposed t'be when all the pirate-prisoners sang their dark, haunting melody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. that's about it. band practice tomorrow. and i'm sleeping late everyday. trying to catch some winks during practice with my JUNIOR poking me to play. *glare* goodnight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-5818418993674388237?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/5818418993674388237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=5818418993674388237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/5818418993674388237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/5818418993674388237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/08/resonance.html' title='resonance'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-7505880878750474477</id><published>2007-08-04T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T07:46:33.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>repeat again and again...</title><content type='html'>this is life. o life. how boring 'tis life. stupid life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii is so darn fun~!! i love getting muscle aches. they feel so fresh. kekeke... i'm gonna get bitriceps in no time! tennis and boxing's so fun. i'm gonna get order of the pheonix Wii game soon. can't wait. Wii-sports is tiring me out. metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band is a repeat. again and again. taking up my time and all. i can't even buy tickets properly. huh. mr chan seems forever busy. so i'll have to wait really long to get those 4 tickets. my parents're already scolding me. &lt;em&gt;sheesh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. life sucks. it's kinda boring. yeah. believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-7505880878750474477?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/7505880878750474477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=7505880878750474477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/7505880878750474477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/7505880878750474477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/08/repeat-again-and-again.html' title='repeat again and again...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-6232126823126513247</id><published>2007-07-21T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T08:27:39.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hated phobia</title><content type='html'>have you ever been irritated... when you wanna do something that you can't. that's kinda like sociophobia i guess... grrrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class, when you know an answer to a question which the teacher asks, you can't be bothered to put up your hand... there's some stupid barrier preventing you from doing so. and when you feel like shouting out the answer, you keep hestitating. and then someone else shouts the answer and your chances are gone... isn't that infuriating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the band you're given a chance to play a solo... a big one. for a competition. and you think: this is the one chance of a lifetime to outshine myself! but then on the concert day... you mess up your first solo and you tremble on your second one. how annoying. how you'd wish you could play it with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be a leader. leader of anything. you can't make choices on your own. you have no idea what's going on. no leadership for you. like when you're the stupid chairperson of a band camp? and there'll be this once when everyone looks at you for instructions. and then you turn reddishly red and blush and flush and all that. just disgusting, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; my phobia would soon go away... *huh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-6232126823126513247?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/6232126823126513247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=6232126823126513247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/6232126823126513247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/6232126823126513247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/07/hated-phobia.html' title='the hated phobia'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</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-8251839720453293752.post-4344654039555423780</id><published>2007-07-16T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T05:48:44.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit crapped up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was tiring... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was okay. had practical which was fun and then had an easy test. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was tiring. bring the percussion stuff up and down the stairs. especially timpanis... -_- and miss ng was like rushing us... *sigh* then after that still have to fall in and get pumping stuff. arms hurt... oh well. used to it so... heck care. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's another boring day. typical school. typical band. typical home. who expects surprises? no one... BORING day. boring life. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. bellatrix lestrange is SUPER COOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087774718943914978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW43p5IH8Ds/RptoJpPda-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/q0do61JWS4I/s320/Bella+in+Azkaban.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-4344654039555423780?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/4344654039555423780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=4344654039555423780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/4344654039555423780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/4344654039555423780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/2007/07/bit-crapped-up.html' title='a bit crapped up...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW43p5IH8Ds/RptoJpPda-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/q0do61JWS4I/s72-c/Bella+in+Azkaban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251839720453293752.post-6215830965648082549</id><published>2007-07-15T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:15:17.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>typical day...</title><content type='html'>typical day today... nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flute class, piano then went for harry potter and the order of the phoenix with parents. hmmm. was okay. bellatrix was so uber awesomely cool! she's practically deranged! maybe that's why i like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i killed sirius black! eeheeheeheehiieee!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so cool. and tonx is so sexy! she changes her hair colour! red for anger and purple cause of harry. she winked at harry seductively! whoaaa haha. speaking of harry, his hair sucks. T_T *vomit* he should grow a fringe. that's be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid school tomorrow. can't wait for it to end, dammit. pffft. anyway. night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-6215830965648082549?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/6215830965648082549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=6215830965648082549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/6215830965648082549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251839720453293752/posts/default/6215830965648082549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i went for a math tuition while they ransacked my house... and i went home to find a wet matress drenched in... 7up. thanks to the work of &lt;strong&gt;gabriel liew&lt;/strong&gt;. *glare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jeremy came after his maris stella practice. then the rest went home except for chunkiat, aloy, jeremy and gabriel. and we went to amk macs for supper... then here i am facing the bright glaring laptop screen trying to figure out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IN HELL DO I ENLARGE THE HEIGHT OF MY BLOG'S BOX?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. yesterday tried by all means to lengthen it... anyway. i go draw an angel for my cousin. she wants to put it up for some disabled people thing. bitter nightmares....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-4761409642763648167?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251839720453293752.post-1373546228585949255</id><published>2007-07-11T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T04:55:46.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newnewnew</title><content type='html'>yay. new laptop. new jacket. new blog. and blogskin~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251839720453293752-1373546228585949255?l=startbleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startbleeding.blogspot.com/feeds/1373546228585949255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251839720453293752&amp;postID=1373546228585949255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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