<?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-23872609</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:58:25.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like to speak.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23872609.post-115347332930049802</id><published>2006-07-21T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:15:29.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115347332930049802?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115347332930049802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115347332930049802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115347332930049802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115347332930049802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-saying-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115314176667795056</id><published>2006-07-17T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T06:09:26.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am dumb.</title><content type='html'>OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST CONCLUDE THAT I AM DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO DUMB THAT I CAN'T EVEN BLOG BY MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHY NUSH IS SUPER NICE AND FILLS IN FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET I BULLY THAT POOR, BEAUTIFUL, INNOCENT CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take today, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor girl was walking, looking so radiant in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got a tad jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i venemously tugged at her hairtie (a gorgeous green, suited her perfectly), and ruthlessly ripped off her hairband as well as about 12345678987654321 strands of her beautiful, silky, curly delicious hair. it smelt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we meanies CONTINUED our torture of the poor dear.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;we tried matchmaking her with the most unpleasant guys we saw at HCJC. nush was traumatised. i felt bad seeing her like that. but in being a disgusting person in general, i continued bullying the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU THINK THAT WAS BAD,&lt;br /&gt;we started BLATANTLY bullying that girl, making her keep a 50 million mile radius from us.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if anything, she should've kept the radius from me not vice versa because the truth is, i kinda smell a trifle odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(basically that means people in the north pole can smell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IN SHORT,&lt;br /&gt;nush you rock!&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE YOU LOADS&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M SORRY FOR BEING MEAN&lt;br /&gt;AND I WILL NEVER BE MEAN AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115314176667795056?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115314176667795056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115314176667795056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115314176667795056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115314176667795056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-dumb.html' title='i am dumb.'/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115285514184406919</id><published>2006-07-13T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:32:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SUPER SHMARTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;but den. im feelin lik i in dream now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe why?&lt;br /&gt;coz nush is so nicezzz to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XiAoo NuShXx! I H3aR+ EuUZzZ Xx 184 ___ ## ^5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe wad nush say to me 2dae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she say "ArThI! YoU WaN a SEeP oF Ma BuBbLezZ TeE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i feel like a bit thirstix, so i lik, gladly except.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN TNKS NUSH. U RAWKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RaWk On GeRl XXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115285514184406919?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115285514184406919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115285514184406919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115285514184406919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115285514184406919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-super-shmartzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-but.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115253970136757127</id><published>2006-07-10T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:00:00.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am arthi hear me oink.</title><content type='html'>HI I AM ARTHI ANBALAGAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong in a longkang!no computer. so i write this on a piece of toilet paper and wonder how to geddit on my blogzz. so itink, den i realise nush can help ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nush say, Ok ArThI, No PrObLeM, u So ShWeEtZzZ ShO I HeLp YoU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i lyk sper happi, so i hurg nush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink nush is veli nize, she alwayzzz helps me deel wif how groshh i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she alway tch me to understanzz why my ShUai Girxx DaViD BeCkHaM donch ever be my fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tink she quite like ku la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115253970136757127?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115253970136757127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115253970136757127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115253970136757127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115253970136757127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-arthi-hear-me-oink.html' title='I am arthi hear me oink.'/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115219681330991184</id><published>2006-07-06T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:40:13.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was pretty fun hey. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure, i think beanie girl's costume is HAWWWWWWT.  don't you think so aljunied? heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired right now. and i feel like a FAT PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insecure moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115219681330991184?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115219681330991184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115219681330991184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115219681330991184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115219681330991184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-pretty-fun-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115210603959502221</id><published>2006-07-05T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T06:27:19.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;; and its like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;piercing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my heart a million times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115210603959502221?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115210603959502221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115210603959502221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115210603959502221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115210603959502221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-its-like-piercing-my-heart-million.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115201831803102604</id><published>2006-07-04T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:05:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what is your problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you've been on my back from the start of the week, and i half expect you to barge in and yak your head off at me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you hate me or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115201831803102604?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115201831803102604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115201831803102604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115201831803102604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115201831803102604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-what-what-is-your-problem-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115193775879769833</id><published>2006-07-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:46:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sometimes you'd just give it all;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never lost someone i've loved so much before, but now, i know how it feels, after the convo i had with jaysh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, sometimes when someones been with you for such a long time, you overlook the smallest things that they do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the way they stroke your hair when theyre sleeping, or the way they lovingly look at you and give you a hug. the way they cook your favourite food for you, the way they insist on you sitting on their lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these small things, and we don't even realise how big a role they play, how important they are, until that person is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i could just lie in her room all day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you feel that you neglect that person you love, that you overlook their presence, you dont tell them everyday that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when theyre gone, just like that, you realise how much you miss everything about them, from the way they look at you to the food they cook for you. you miss theire naggings, theire scoldings, their...practically everything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me want to cry really, how we dont realise how much attached we are to that person, how much we love them until we lose hold of them, we lose grasp of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats when we realise i guess, how much the three words "i love you" mean to them, and we feel rotten for not even bothering to say those three, freaking simple words to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes you want to cry out in frustration, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115193775879769833?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115193775879769833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115193775879769833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115193775879769833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115193775879769833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-youd-just-give-it-all-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115190867896397249</id><published>2006-07-02T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:37:58.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT A WATCH OUTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out with my nila utama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss OBS really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss lava, wenlin, sam, rach, shu jun, amanda, minlu, mengyuan, yaoyi, zihao, jie rei, trudy, hui juan, hung, huy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH i miss bibiana as well! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the good times that we had, being teased by everyone, being called UNGLAM, cooking out under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss washing mass tins, washing the jerri cans, washing our bottles, trying to wash away all the scraps of food so that bibi wont catch us, slipping in the mud, sleeping in the tents, kicking shu jun and sam and rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being called a murderer, sleeping like a pig, talking in my sleep abt desmond, i miss looking out at the sea before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the wild dogs, and the karaoke from the kelongs. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY OBS LIES OVER THE OCEAN&lt;br /&gt;BRING BACK MY OBS TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nila utama watch outing please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115190867896397249?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115190867896397249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115190867896397249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115190867896397249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115190867896397249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-watch-outing-i-want-to-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115184339480055985</id><published>2006-07-02T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T05:29:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You know the world can see us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a way that’s different than who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i really love the songs in the high school musical! yes they may be so pop princessy, but theyre so good, that after watching it, i immediately downloaded the songs and im singing them already! gahaa, ooh and the actos and actresses are pretty good lah. ahah, pretty okay movie overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched jsut my luck on youtube yesterday, it was also okay. quite predictable, but sweet i guess. chris pine is pretty good looking, i admit. ahaha. OH OH dead mans chest is coming out soon, and i cant wait! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i was so pissed off and sad that england didnt get in. aiyah eff off portugal, i hate you. bleh.  nevermind england, i'll always love you, even if beckham isnt playing in the next WC. )))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh everything's changed...and now we cant even talk. this is so WEIRD. say something please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was i wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115184339480055985?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115184339480055985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115184339480055985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115184339480055985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115184339480055985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-world-can-see-us-in-way-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115176841893755747</id><published>2006-07-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:40:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/1600/beckham%20lalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/beckham%20lalala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/1600/beckahmflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/beckahmflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/1600/beckhamwoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/beckhamwoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;englands playing portugal right now, im so nervous i could bite off your head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm clutching beckhams jersey and im praying that they'll win, please win. PLEEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i was reading this article in LIME, and reading this made me almost tear. hahaha its abt beckham and his worldwide fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the worlds love affair with David Beckham looks set to sizzle a while more. there's no wasy way to sum up this enigma's appeal, but his seven-year-old son, Brooklyn, has a pretty good idea. While comforting his baby brotheer, Romeo, on the plane one day, Brooklyn cooed, '&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You mustn't cry, our dad is David Beckham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.' that says it all, really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do england proud, beckham. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115176841893755747?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115176841893755747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115176841893755747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115176841893755747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115176841893755747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/englands-playing-portugal-right-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115176068336717813</id><published>2006-07-01T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T06:31:23.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/1600/nila%20utama1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/320/nila%20utama1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/1600/nila%20utama1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK! and oh oh OBS was fun fun &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg its only been a day since i returned from obs, and i'm already missing it, especially my watch the ever so wonderful NILA UTAMA! &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh in just five days ive made so many friends: amanda, rach, samm, shu jun, huy, hung, meng yuan (i know her alrd though!), zihao, jie rei, yaoyi, minlu, trudy, wenlin, lavania, and hui juan! and NOT TO FORGET bibibibibi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we got to do so many things, like kayaking which was SUPERFUNNNN (but only the first day), and rock climbing,belaying, backpacking, BULDING RAFTS AND JUMPING INTO A QUARRY, having ip cookouts tgthr, singing our school songs proudly, pitching tents, talking to bibi for 2 hours, and so much more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of course therre were the not so good things, like having no toilets and thus needing to shit and pee in the forests, no bathing and not brushing teeth for so many days, unable to sleep cos of dogs, sentry duty, getting my period, kayaking till i cried, shitty mosquito bites and the stupid *%_(&amp;%)*^% sandflies, eating overcooked rice, half  cooked magee mee and having to clean up after that, having to pee and poo in the sea,  and of course, disappointing bibi and getting scolded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but all in all, ive loved the experience, every single bit of it.  i even love my tan which makes my legs look funny! : D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess OBS has taught me a lot of things, to cherish what i have, technology and all. but this tech stuff doesnt really bring you happiness. personally, sitting down at the beach and looking at the beautiful stars, sitting as a watch and singing the lamest songs ever, holding hands with one another and laughing, having a trust fall, and have your friends catch you, its made me happier than i ever have been, its made me feel like i have eerything to live for. i've enjoyed every moment of it, and to be honest, i wouldnt excahnge a single moment for anything in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBS has taught me so much lessons, to never  give up ( most importantly). a postive attitude's so important, we need determination, and we must be prepared to face anything in our wake. kayaking was so painful, but that 7 hours with rachel, that 15 km has taught me so much than what i've ever learnt. thanks rach, for motivating me when i was crying, for encouraging me, and pushing me. we'd never have done it if not for each other. i've learnt: its better to come in dead last than never try, or give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the trust fall was another beautiful moment: to fall into a blue sheet and to open your eyes and see your friends may be something ordinary, but sometimes you can see that your friends, evern those youve just formed, are determined to protect you, and what i saw in their faces for that brief moment was: "I've got you , and dont you worry". and that was memorable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess i've learnt so much that i cant type it all out, but all i want to say is that i've definitely served to strive, and not to yield. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went through a tumultous day today, and i wanna do a few shout outs:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jaysh and pravin: i know its awfully hard guys, to have someone so close to you leave so quickly. i mean, you just saw her yesterday, and you didnt even get to say goodbye. but remember, she'll always be in your hearts. its painful i bet,  but remember, aravin and i are here for you both. and whenever youre feeling sad or awful, just give us a ring. to see you both cry at the crematorium was equally painful for ara and i, we both teared, and we really hope that you guys will feel better soon. take care, we love you both, and god bless. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to you:  we both thought what we had was magical, but i guess it wasnt meant to be. i dont know, what  we had, it was just gone, the way you acted, it was all messed up. we didnt have that trust, and it was fucking shit. talking to you today just made me realise that maybe i just....cant. you arent the person i thought i knew. we've both changed, anf i think us simply cant be us. we held hands, and we both almost cried, but i didnt feel what i thought i'd feel. and thats it i guess. if we cant be like that, i dont want us not to be friends. i'll always treasure you, and im sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115176068336717813?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115176068336717813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115176068336717813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115176068336717813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115176068336717813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-back-and-oh-oh-obs-was-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115080521162475474</id><published>2006-06-20T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T05:06:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;no more camouflage;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;england's playing tonight, GO ENGLAND GO GO GO GO GO GO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure they'll win. &lt;em&gt;right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, today was so boring, i could die. so i downloaded songs, which turned out to be pretty fun (dont ask me why). GAH i cant find the camera wire so i cant upload some funny pics!! poooooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and i think the song buttons is HOTTTT :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its got this...egyptian thingy. heh heh. oh oh i watched dance fever today, and carmen electra said she was part of PCD! and i was stunned! was/is she? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and i'm going to submit a pic to the 4 MILLION SMILES CAMPAIGN! seems cool! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;runny babbit, he lay down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to bleep upon his sed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said, "I'll just catch worty finks-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling dearly nead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but oh, it was Fuly the Jourth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All bangs and clangs and clinks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And 'cause of all the noise that night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he never caught those worty finks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115080521162475474?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115080521162475474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115080521162475474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115080521162475474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115080521162475474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-more-camouflage-englands-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-115047379738343742</id><published>2006-06-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:03:17.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;beauty comes with a price.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this pain better be worth it, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just two days, and i've gone through a full leg wax, an aromatherapy pedicure, and the worst of all, THREADING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, i almost killed my mum over that one. GAH, i was crying through the threading, it felt like a thousand ants were biting me at one go, and i was so furious at mum that when she tried holding my hand to ease the pain, i wrenched it away. funny, i remember doing that EXACT thing the last time i did a threading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, to soothe my anger, she bought me green apple gelato ice cream, and bought herself a chocolate one. and we spent the time happily yakking away, eating each others ice cream, and going off to buy handbags. in the end, i bought this FUNKKKKY pair of sunglasses, which according to my mum makes me look like a monkey, but oh nevermind. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh this week's been a blast, and its going to end with a superbly nice engagement. OH OH let me tell you about the chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few things i noticed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NEVER play truth or truth with bernadette, its USELESS.&lt;br /&gt;2. when you eat ice cream, DON'T show or give it to the guys ( advice from seniors)&lt;br /&gt;3. never try to tease someone in front of adrian, he'll claim youre suan-ning them&lt;br /&gt;4. people have weird dreams, like having their asses washed by jay chou (hohoho)&lt;br /&gt;5. grand-seniors are pretty nice, but they always guess your age wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;6. its okay having a couple of beers once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;7. always do what the senior says, or they'll keep drilling it into your head. or until you succumb, at least.&lt;br /&gt;8. whenever jeremiah asks you to do something stupid, like banging your head on the wall, act stupid and ask him to show you how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but very fun lah! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop it, okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-115047379738343742?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/115047379738343742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=115047379738343742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115047379738343742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/115047379738343742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/06/beauty-comes-with-price.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114942998063902127</id><published>2006-06-04T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T07:06:21.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg this is so funnnny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANIAH the pariah is officially very funny; shes my favourite OLD fart! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family oh so much, i just had a refreshing talk with jaysh, and oh she called me back! and we're talking again ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday it was parents' anniversary, and we went out for dinner after seeing my grandpa at the hospital. omg hospitals are so....creepy. i went into the lift and i found out that my grandpas ward was right above the ICU ward, and below that was th BURNS unit. okay freakiiooo. and then we saw this patient next to my grandpa and he was clutching his tummy, and i was bracing myself for a major stinkfest in case he puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then omg omg it was so fun!! there were stethescopes there, and i tried one, and i listened to my heartbeat. MAJORLY COOOL! i could hear this faint thingy, and then when my brother tried it i tapped the thing so hard my bro jerked out of it, wincing, as it was freakshly LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to THE AMARA, where we ate in this THAI restaurant, and omg the tomyam WAS AWESOME! it was so good, we had boneless grouper smothered in this superhot thai sauce, we had yummy yummy chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, my mouth's watering. anyway, we then had a great talk abt going on a cruise, and we went so far as to decide to go this holiday! we were planning to go next week, it was great, we were all laughing. and we're going FLORIDA NEXT YEAR! ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it when we all sit down and have a good dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the bill came up to a $167.23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH, a rare indulgence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114942998063902127?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114942998063902127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114942998063902127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114942998063902127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114942998063902127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-this-is-so-funnnny-saniah-pariah.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114939393038867740</id><published>2006-06-03T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:05:30.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sometimes its all just a competition; i'm so sick of it i wanna get out of it and be on my own. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and don't tell me you don't feel that way, cos thats the biggest piece of bullshit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GWEN hwarng i have something to tell YOU reply my sms QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and CAGE is taking so LONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAGE, sms me now! IM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 get better, gramps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114939393038867740?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114939393038867740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114939393038867740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114939393038867740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114939393038867740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-its-all-just-competition-im.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114908857375326703</id><published>2006-05-31T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T08:16:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jonathan leong GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's going to be the next singapore idol, i tell you. estella, you are WRONG. (terence doesn't rock, hes just...okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyooh, anyway. the holidays have been so boring, i could just die. but i won't of course, grahha. because my cage is arriving soon ( I CANT WAIT), i might be going bowling tomorrow, someone's gone away to australia (OKAY GWEN STOP PUKING) ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay all of the above have no link whatsoever. i guess im justso HIGH today because of the fact that DAVID BECKHAM helped score TWO golas against hungary! oh yeah, baby. and peter crouch is a good player, but hes just....funny, i saw him doing some robo-dance on the pitch. hehe. OMG OMG WORLD CUP IS COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sneha is goiing to BUY ME THE ENGLAND BAG! oh oh oh YAYEEEEEE. see, sometimes she rocks, but other times, i am far more superior to herrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she refers to JONATHAN as "that one". wah, so, uh.......GOOD. but i &lt;3 her, cos shes getting me the ENGLAND BAG! england oh england...where legendS (DAVID) are born....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHER SIEW PAU CHAR SIEW PAU (ESTELLAAA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114908857375326703?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114908857375326703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114908857375326703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114908857375326703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114908857375326703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/05/jonathan-leong-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114831105699011382</id><published>2006-05-22T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:17:37.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i don't really feel like blogging right now, im very tired. (:  but anyway, i had a good time today, especially in the afternoon. ahhaa me, gwennums and cheryll GOT LOST, and we were so attracted by what we saw that we didnt even realise our phones were ringing! OOPS but i enjoyed myself so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen me and cheryl: blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*see someone scary ;D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen me and cheryl: OMG OMG OMG *turn around and run, gasping for our lives*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superhotttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on me and cheryl decided to meet some friends and we went off, then estelly and gwen went off, then me and cheryl were eating at dhoby ghaut WHEN all of a sudden! we got a shock of our lives: WE SAW ESTELLA NG AND GWEN HWARNG! hahaha estellas mommy brought them over for dinner, and then it was SUPER CO-INCIDENTAL! hahaha it waas hilarious i tell you. like cheryl says: SUPER MAGICAL AND AMAZING (yeah right)! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to take neos (with estella's mums permission), and we had so much fun and the neoprints were ALL so nice that we couldnt choose which one we wanted! they were all so nice  bleh. hahahah then we went over to estellas place where we watched "SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE?" and painted our nails. mines bright orange and purple. be jealous, ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im very very tired now, i shall go. and my com's OH SO SLOWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;cheryl's pics are taking FOREVER TO UPLOADD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only you and i know the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114831105699011382?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114831105699011382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114831105699011382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114831105699011382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114831105699011382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-i-dont-really-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114822263078468555</id><published>2006-05-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T07:55:44.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do you have to be so cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's impossible to ignore you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;must you make me laugh so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its bad enough we get along so well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say goodnight and go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's been a tiring week, and funtasia rocked. let the pictures talk for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/Image018.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/HAHA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many more later, folks. i slept for about 15 hours, and i'm officially a sleepyhead. and i was like: wake up, eat, sleep, eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO FREE! funtasia rocked anyway, my dad and brother played our game! and aravin whacked me, but my dad whacked SANIAH! ehhee. jere and this 05ip02 guy whacked me too. PAINFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh AND MY CEDAR FRIENDS CAME! AND THEY BOMBARDED ME WHILST I TRIED TO HUG THEM WITH MY DIRRTY SHIRT! haha gosh i miss them so much :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then after that saniah went on a farting spree, and i loved the whopee cushions! saniah, you've got farting issues! but it was so funn! we were collapsing in laughter! but it was worth it, cos we had worked hard! and i remember rating -ahem- guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saniah: OMG OMG THIS ONE GETS 300000000 ( points to some fat guy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;arthi: OMG OMG YEAH SUPERHOTTTTT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was basically fun, but i was SOO exhausted that i couldnt even keep my eyes open at mama's place. sheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm wide awake! i cant wait for tomorrow, im going out! with all my nimwits! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proud of you, you're able to stand so strong. don't worry, god does things for a reason, and even though its painful for you to have him leave you, remember: we're always here for you, sharing your joys, sorrows, and everything else. i'll stand by you for as long as you need me, and even after that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember, he'll be watching over you from above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114822263078468555?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114822263078468555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114822263078468555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114751298335260184?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114751298335260184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114751298335260184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114751298335260184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114751298335260184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/05/hear-this-i-dont-care.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114692008491844856</id><published>2006-05-06T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T05:54:44.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SONG CUPPYCAKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  ----;       loves. :&lt;br /&gt;  i'm dedicating dis song to u dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   jaysh* says:&lt;br /&gt;     i dedicate it to YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE  &lt;333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114692008491844856?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114692008491844856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114692008491844856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114692008491844856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114692008491844856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/05/song-cuppycake-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114683252477574917</id><published>2006-05-05T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:35:24.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gwen asked me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HERE I GO: BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114683252477574917?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114683252477574917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114683252477574917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wish i could say yes, but unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes gwen you WILL be amazed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the phrase forgive and forget?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114641139758990514?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114641139758990514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114641139758990514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to pick up for him, being accepted into poly and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, life's so..full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know something? you're so childish, i feel like slapping you smack on the face. but i won't, because i respect you. or at least i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NO TAI TAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114614567041683674?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114614567041683674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114614567041683674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114614567041683674'/><link 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/&gt;and my muscles ACHE like shit, and my eye is burning, with a whole wad of chilli on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114605686837295740?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114605686837295740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114605686837295740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114605686837295740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114605686837295740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/pizza-huts-advertisements-so-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114604618852137230</id><published>2006-04-26T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T03:09:48.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;napfa's overrrrr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump for joy, kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, now my next hurdle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSESSMENT WEEK )))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-23872609.post-114597504739986789</id><published>2006-04-25T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T07:24:07.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a huge &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to amanda, gwen, gill, san, estella, cheryl, shu yi, annushkha, tiff, sherlene, and everyone who helped me with NAPFA today, especially sit-ups. without your encouragement and support, i would be bawling my eyes out right now.   &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was tiring, with me worrying the whole day about failing napfa. which i shall not go into because I PASSED! oh yipee doodle DOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha before napfa we practically abused our class pet NUSH, and we drew all over her, and we sent her all around the level. eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and estella, i cant pay you three bucks as yet even though you did eat the cheong fun sauce-ice-jelly- thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs and thighs hurt, muscles muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gruesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114597504739986789?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114597504739986789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114597504739986789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114597504739986789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when out there, people would give up anything to be where we are today, these very people who fight to live, let it be a minute or even a day. These people who pray for a miracle, who treasure their lives THAT MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we sit, contemplating self-mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onlyskindeep.blogspot.com"&gt;http://onlyskindeep.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to see some real depression folks? go here. Joan's touched my heart, really, and shes inspired me: her endless fight's shown me, that life may not be a bed of roses, but we've got to live it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, onto freaks. i tell you i hate these people, with their -oh-im so-angsty- persona and all. i mean get a life, so you mean that since youre so angsty, you actuall go around telling people that they suck and all? OH PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you say we suck. you think what, the world's just full of pissing freaks like you? GET A LIFE. and dont tell me you actually think we believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen and i want to wash your mouth with soap. and detergent. but seeing what you've done, i think we've got a LONG WAY TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way? YES GWEN YOU ROCK OKAY? YOU ROCK ROCK ROCK! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh mama, people like her dont get any crazier nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda panda rocks too! (: &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114589003974855818?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114589003974855818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114589003974855818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114589003974855818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114589003974855818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/depression-such-stupid-thing-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114571735312821841</id><published>2006-04-22T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:49:13.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun, really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nj ip preview: pretty good, we had lots of students coming over, and me, estella and gill talked to an uni prof too. I SAW MANY CEDRIANS, like elizabeth, and many more! EH COME COME JOIN NJC! ;D ah, we had a nice sale of earrings as well, hopefully enough to raise plenty of bread! bah, i wish we had a preview tee though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went gill's house after that, OMG WE ALL PRACTICALLY WENT MAD! let me tell you what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. watched some mandy moore movie, and found gill sleeping on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;2. pushed shu yi into the pool&lt;br /&gt;3. jumped into the pool&lt;br /&gt;4. blew up this giant float thingamum and started floating on it&lt;br /&gt;5. screamed our hearts out, laughed like a bunch of freaks and paddled all around on the float&lt;br /&gt;6. kept on falling off though!&lt;br /&gt;7. jumping from this high rocky thingy&lt;br /&gt;8. FIREFLY SUPERNOVAS: the best synchronised swimming team!&lt;br /&gt;9. there was a hole in the float, so we gave it a proper farewell, singing mournfully and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, fun? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me, cheryl and manda went to eat at yoshinoyas. OH OH AND ME, GILL, CHERYL, MANDA AND SHU YI WILL GO ON A DIET FROM TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it should only be me who needs a diet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm glad its okay now. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114571735312821841?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114571735312821841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114571735312821841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114571735312821841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114571735312821841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-fun-really.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114563166294662408</id><published>2006-04-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:01:02.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOLLAND VILLAGE!&lt;br /&gt;2. burger king and the pervert who tried to look under my skirt&lt;br /&gt;3. bead beads BEADS!&lt;br /&gt;4. elaborate earrings&lt;br /&gt;5. shoes!&lt;br /&gt;6. orange lolli from STARBUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i like holland village. ahh, ip preview tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME PEOPLE COME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114563166294662408?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114563166294662408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114563166294662408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114563166294662408'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super lucky to be nush's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT, AND I'M THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spanks, she says)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114562610100506872?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114562610100506872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114562610100506872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114562610100506872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114562610100506872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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-23872609.post-114545404778366093</id><published>2006-04-19T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T06:40:47.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nush thinks i'm edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to be careful from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. don't involve me in this&lt;br /&gt;2. german is killing me&lt;br /&gt;3. i have to wake up early tml&lt;br /&gt;4. NOT AGAIN! its the third time! ):&lt;br /&gt;5. i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;6. milano is yummy.&lt;br /&gt;7. blogging is boring.&lt;br /&gt;8. i want to say that you've got ISSUES.&lt;br /&gt;9. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. BYE BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114545404778366093?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114545404778366093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114545404778366093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114545404778366093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114545404778366093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/nush-thinks-im-edible.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114536392043205995</id><published>2006-04-18T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:54:42.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a million bucks would do, thank you.</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun, but the lessons are OH SO BORING. hmm, i feel like making a list, and so i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. saniah drawing on my arm, writing ALL about herself (admit it)&lt;br /&gt;2. dying during PE, and saving NUSH from collapsing ( yes i know i rock)&lt;br /&gt;3. having a nice lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;4. talking to shanti, and not doing ANY tamil work&lt;br /&gt;5. desperately trying to act cool with saniah, by putting our legs on the chair&lt;br /&gt;6. being teased by saniah and gwen about my WONDERFUL taste (ahh, theyre jealous)&lt;br /&gt;7. screaming at the horrifyingly loud thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry biscuits are nice! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114536392043205995?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114536392043205995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114536392043205995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114536392043205995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114536392043205995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/million-bucks-would-do-thank-you.html' title='a million bucks would do, thank you.'/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114527947048316638</id><published>2006-04-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:11:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh just a few memorable moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. me and amanda and gwen SAW A BIRD DIE TODAY, it was sliced into half by the fan in our classroom while we trying to free it, and well, there was blood all over the walls behind and on some chairs. gleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. we spent practically the whole day outside class, and boy was it SWEATY. yuck yuck, and tiring as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.NO END-OF-MODULE TEST! oh yes oh yes oh YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hmm, lunch was pretty good today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. oh IH was cute, sherlene is a good actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ahh, the sweet taste of ice cream. me, estella, gwen and san spent a good time gossiping, and giving nice nicknames, like, uh? moomoo, shark, looloo, ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much it, don't want to go into details. haha, and OH my parents and my brother just came home after being stuck in a MASSIVE jam for two hours! that must have been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye bye i need to finish the STINKING MI ESSAY, and i've overshot already. oh whopee doo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114527947048316638?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114527947048316638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114527947048316638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114527947048316638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114527947048316638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-just-few-memorable-moments-1.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114519554182878475</id><published>2006-04-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T06:58:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; projects, and an end-of-freaking- module test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't walk right now, my leg hurts worse than shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114519554182878475?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114519554182878475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114519554182878475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114519554182878475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114519554182878475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114511458186674157</id><published>2006-04-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:23:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise that tamil movies are sickening sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched thirupaachi, this tamil movie with oh-so-funny vijay, oh-so-shy-and-pretty trisha, and yeah. supposed to be about this brother-sister thing, and yeah, of course, love love love. halfway through my mum swivelled and faced me and my brother, and said: "why can't you and your brother be so loving towards each other?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH EXCUSE ME WHILE i gouge my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OFFENCE, but i will NEVER ever wear my brother's shirts, i will never ask my brother to go and cut a girl's hair cos i'm jealous of her, and i won't chase him around with a huge stick. (more likely he'll do that to me). so yeah, mum? you can stop dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, the songs are real nice and all, but the fighting scenes, man oh man, they make me sick to the stomach, i had to get up halfway. wrenching other's arms, burning a person using fircrakcers, dragging an old man by driving on a motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do these directors get their ideas from? so original. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could count at least ten movies that have the same plot, and oh the same outfits that practically show EVERYTHING, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, catchy song playing right now. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114511458186674157?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114511458186674157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114511458186674157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114511458186674157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114511458186674157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-realise-that-tamil-movies-are.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114509820110378694</id><published>2006-04-15T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T03:50:01.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise that i'm becoming frightfully emotional nowadays, and boy is it scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh nevermind, I GUESS it's just me and my uh, raging hormones? EHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you velly much amanda, nush, and gwen. yesterday was very fun! AND OH I REALISED THAT WE COULD HAVE USED THAT MOVIE FOR AA BUT WE DUMPED THE TICKETS INTO THE PILE OF RUBBISH AT OUR SEAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jhfsodghosgslkghs;oiggo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, another set of neoprints to add to my collection. gwen and nush will scan them in, and i'll upload it soon, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANNUSHKHA SHARANYA SINNATHAMBY YOU UMBERLLA-KIDNAPPER IF YOU DO NOT RETURN ME MY UMBRELLA ON MONDAY I WILL CHASE AFTER YOU HIGH AND LOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a gentle reminer, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got you a sheep bookmark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114509820110378694?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114509820110378694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114509820110378694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114509820110378694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114509820110378694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-realise-that-im-becoming-frightfully.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114502957170834398</id><published>2006-04-14T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:46:11.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that i had ACCIDENTALLY deleted my stat counter while changing my template. RARRR.bah, nevermind, i don't really care how many people visit my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i should keep this blog, but i've got a private one set up as well, and its not included in the search engines, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo how, today was rather, well, fun. it started off really sucky, but now, i feel a whole lot better, and i've got lots of people to thank for that. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda's right though, we shouldn't avoid issues or ignore them when the best thing to do is to talk it out. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make a list of  what happened today, or rather key events that i won't forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waking up and feeling especially bitter, even though it's the tamil new year.&lt;br /&gt;2. crying on my bed&lt;br /&gt;3. screaming at my mother&lt;br /&gt;4. praying to god and crying again&lt;br /&gt;5. talking online to people and realising that the whole world doesn't really hate me&lt;br /&gt;6. making plans to go out with Jaysh&lt;br /&gt;7. Deciding to go out with manda after that&lt;br /&gt;8. apologising to mum&lt;br /&gt;9. meeting Jaysh and buying stuff for her friend (AHEM)&lt;br /&gt;10. meeting Nush, Gwen and Manda&lt;br /&gt;11. basically eating lotsa cheese&lt;br /&gt;12. getting scolded by one of the audience members&lt;br /&gt;13. having this sudden urge to dance&lt;br /&gt;14. deciding with Gwen that the tango in the Movie was almost like porn ;D&lt;br /&gt;15.my leg suddenly moving real fast and tapping to the music&lt;br /&gt;16. scrambling with these three nuts and looking high and low for a toilet&lt;br /&gt;17. doing something FUNNY in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;18. TAKING NEOSSS&lt;br /&gt;19. mutilating them&lt;br /&gt;20. falling off the seat of the taxi ( i tell you, the driver was MAD)&lt;br /&gt;21. having dinner with arjun, archanna, mama, athai and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay thats basically my schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i have nothing else to say, except that i'm not going to let things bother me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because if you don't want to try, neither will i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish someone could love me as much as you once did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114502957170834398?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114502957170834398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114502957170834398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114502957170834398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114502957170834398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-realised-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114493783877568020</id><published>2006-04-13T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T07:17:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, sometimes, i wonder why i have a blog. when i can't say my true feelings here. it just sucks, i realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel its pointless writing here, i mean everyday i just come here to take a look at the tags, but after that, thats it. i don't feel desperate to blog, and i find it a chore. and i want to express my true feelings, i really do. but not here, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what now? i guess i'm gonna stop blogging here, i really find it stupid, putting your whole life on the internet, for people to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, if ten nice people give me ten nice reasons to keep my blog, maybe i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered how it would be like to die today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for once, i feel relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you nush &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114493783877568020?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114493783877568020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114493783877568020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114493783877568020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114493783877568020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114484930830945565</id><published>2006-04-12T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T06:41:48.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm talking to denyse now, and gosh i realise i miss cedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to go back and see everyone, and, well, i dont know! hur hur. and YES denyse is and will always be MY CEDAR WOMAN! hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) says:&lt;br /&gt;ahh. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) says:&lt;br /&gt;i SAW you on SPEEEEEECH DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to run down and slap you but miss chye would KEEL me x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'll see my CEDAR woman one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for some gwen propoganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GWEN IS  A FISHBALL&lt;br /&gt;GWEN IS BAD&lt;br /&gt;GWEN IS EVIL&lt;br /&gt;GWEN IS MEAN&lt;br /&gt;GWEN IS A POKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i love this girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114484930830945565?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114484930830945565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114484930830945565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114484930830945565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114484930830945565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-talking-to-denyse-now-and-gosh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114476105773553083</id><published>2006-04-11T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T06:10:59.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't believe you anymore;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, didn't you prove me wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of all this hurting  for ALL the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way? gwen is jealous of me and my ass. SHEESH! ahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114476105773553083?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114476105773553083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114476105773553083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114476105773553083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114476105773553083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-believe-you-anymore-i-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114467324533840776</id><published>2006-04-10T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T05:47:25.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;tonight's the night the word will change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what you're trying to do, and i feel sad.because it was never meant to happen, i wonder what sparked this all off. i wonder if, just if, this thing will blow over. it's caused so much pain to so many, and i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i've cause any pain, or any hatred or something. but, all i can say is that i don't believe that these friendships are all  just a facade. i believe, and i hope that it'll get resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears, pain, love, hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a complicated world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is if i've caused the tears, or the pain, i'm sorry. and i'll never do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cn you keep secrets? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you do well for ballet manda! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114467324533840776?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114467324533840776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114467324533840776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114467324533840776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114467324533840776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/tonights-night-word-will-change.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114459702580554588</id><published>2006-04-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T08:37:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wishes don't come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've stopped hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one day, i'll need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you won't be there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if there'll be someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is, I NEED it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114459702580554588?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114459702580554588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114459702580554588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114459702580554588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114459702580554588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/wishes-dont-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114458949021829987</id><published>2006-04-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:31:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. GWEN HWARNG, one day, when you have a blog, i will CONSTANTLY pester you to update every stinking minute of the day! and yes, i'm glad you admit that you like to HOG blog space.  attention whore! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i have a stomachache. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch westside story today, was quite nice actually! but the ending was so abrupt. and then me and estella were sposed to go and eat sakae sushi, but her mum was here already, so BLEH. i had to wait all by myself. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i havent done any homework, tomorrow's my critical appreciation test, and... oh i really don't care right now. i need to SIT DOWN, and do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what hurts the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was being so close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and having so much to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and seeing you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo emo EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to write, i have so much, yet...OH i don't know, i don't think anybody really cares about what goes on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114458949021829987?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114458949021829987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114458949021829987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114458949021829987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114458949021829987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/uh-oh-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114442274616827278</id><published>2006-04-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:12:26.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the radio interview was very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i recorded it, and i'll try to put it up, but i'm too lazy. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some stupid seminar tomorrow, and its in TAMIL. right now, i dont wanna go, i havent done my theory at all. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel angry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114442274616827278?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114442274616827278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114442274616827278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114442274616827278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114442274616827278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/radio-interview-was-very-fun-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114433270118389461</id><published>2006-04-06T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:11:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel relieved that it went okay today, and that i'm not in some deep shit or whatever. point is, i know i'm alright, but i still gotta work harder. i'm kinda happy, no bad stuff at all. in fact, i think i'm going to try and keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a stomachache, and i'm having moodswings i think. weird weird weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bern told me something weird, and i don't know whether to believe her. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of things to say, but i'm way too tired to.&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-23872609.post-114424110667367275</id><published>2006-04-05T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T05:45:09.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's starting to get stressful. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, but good times, good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after today, i'll never forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. seeing blood oozing from estella's ears    :s&lt;br /&gt;2. shu yi 'lactating'&lt;br /&gt;3. saniah and i laughing crazily during chem cos our answeres were SO SCREWED!&lt;br /&gt;4. dissecting a PIG'S EYE during BIO!&lt;br /&gt;5. VBLS! ;D&lt;br /&gt;6. looking at mrs fong's shoes and thinking of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;7. hearing han ern and his ' MOE POSTER GIRL'&lt;br /&gt;8. seeing my weird face plastered on the boards at the Teaching Booth during the career seminar&lt;br /&gt;9. seeing B.O. doing a weird dance&lt;br /&gt;10. seeing shu yi drop her TAO HUI down from the canteen ( i almost spit out my ice cream)&lt;br /&gt;11. me and gwen deciding that we would either be lawyers in the same company OR teachers in the same primary school&lt;br /&gt;12. coming home and giving aravin his present, and seeing him SMILE ((:&lt;br /&gt;13. resisting the temptation to eat CHOCOLATE CAKEE&lt;br /&gt;14. OH OH AND FINDING ABOUT DONnie and who it was supposed to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, today was vellly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. gotta do IH, maths and MI. oh oh and &amp;$&amp;amp;^%(*&amp;) tamil. EEEYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes gwen, YOU'RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114424110667367275?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114424110667367275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114424110667367275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114424110667367275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114424110667367275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/schools-starting-to-get-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114416243219757347</id><published>2006-04-04T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:00:52.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;estella your fringe bothers meeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. and WITS corp is succeeding so well, yeah gwen?&lt;br /&gt;sitting with saniah's so FUN! ahaha, spraying adidas weird thing under our shirts while the teacher's not looking. Yes san, you stink too. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl and her taohui addiction, aiyoh mama. and shu yi, eating ice cream with you was fun! RUM AND RAISIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, GWEN, need i say more? ms FRENCH mole. WAHLAU! donnie eh? yes please! ;D wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANDA! AHAHA. i have nothing to say lah! ahhaa, except youre CRAZEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NUSH. PAPER EATING WOMAN. scares the heck outta me. EXPRESSO WAS GOOD YEAH! (okok, mgs and cedar rock equally. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GILLIAN, thanks for introducing me to YONG TAU FOOO! vellly nice. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i have my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop disturbing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114416243219757347?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114416243219757347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114416243219757347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114416243219757347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114416243219757347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114364006082772809</id><published>2006-03-29T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:47:40.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GWEN AND I HAVE CREATED A NEW LANGUAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WITH EFFECT FROM TODAY, THE PUTA LANGUAGE WILL BE USED BY GWEN, ARTHI AND CHERYL LIM. ALL INTERESTED APPLICANTS MAY APPLY TO LEARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT FOR CHILLI KANGKONGS AND BOTHERSOME FRINGE PEOPLE LIKE ESTELLA NG DONT KNOW WHAT DONT KNOW WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTELLA: YOUR FRINGE BOTHERS WITS CORP, which is being SPONSORED BY the PRESIDENT, SO THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and STUPID AWITS only has one member, WHILE WE HAVE SO MANY! NEH NEH NEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ESTELLA: PUTA SKJDFOIFGH VSOJFBIJV SLBF  !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT GWEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IM SO HYPER! I LOVE TO BULLY ESTELLA NG. ALTHOUGH SHE IS MY MOTHERHOOD PARTNER (breathe in, breathe out) SHE IS SOOOO EASY TO TORMENT! ESPECIALLY WITH HER UGLY FRINGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTELLA: YOUR FRINGE IS UGLIER THAN A HYDOTHERMAL VENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right gwen and nush? OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH, look out ESTELLA! don't ENTER puta LAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside joke people, DONT BOTHER UNDERSTANDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114364006082772809?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114364006082772809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114364006082772809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114364006082772809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114364006082772809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/gwen-and-i-have-created-new-language.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114329440220429515</id><published>2006-03-25T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T05:46:43.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eating raisin bread now. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking to cheryl. Thank you dear, for downloading all the songs for me! ahha, and gill my SUGARR's talking to me too. WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos you dont need nobody to make it on you own;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so jimmy gets high tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god daniel powter sounds like james blunt, must introduce shu yi to him! HAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, help me out here. i don't know what to do. i really don't, all i know is i feel sucky without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the situation remains. as muddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, estella, apple rocks. but yet. sometimes. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen came over today, haha. doing the mutant fish. GOD IT WAS RANDOM, one min we were stressing out over the bio project, and next min shes over at my place finishing the fisshie. was FUN! hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the fun times we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114329440220429515?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114329440220429515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114329440220429515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114329440220429515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114329440220429515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/eating-raisin-bread-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114321040688659444</id><published>2006-03-24T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T06:26:46.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY GWEN HERE IS MY POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy you poot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say really. a part of me's confused, the other's just wondering where i went wrong. if i could be a better person, i would. but i'm not going to regret it. i have my problems after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH, my mum doesnt let me go for german EXPO thing tml. )): so noone's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i feel tired. and i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hormones acting up again, GRRRARRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114321040688659444?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114321040688659444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114321040688659444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114321040688659444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114321040688659444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-gwen-here-is-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114312419092703683</id><published>2006-03-23T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:29:50.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lack holes in silver jars; says:&lt;br /&gt;it has to be you.i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black holes in silver jars; says:&lt;br /&gt;because --- needs to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black holes in silver jars; says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;black holes in silver jars; says:&lt;br /&gt;well let me tell you that i never had the courage to tell ----, and lost what could prolly have been a very good ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black holes in silver jars; says:&lt;br /&gt;don't make the same mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114312419092703683?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114312419092703683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114312419092703683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114312419092703683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114312419092703683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/lack-holes-in-silver-jars-says-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114311994215894855</id><published>2006-03-23T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T05:19:02.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why dont you just let me do what i want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114311994215894855?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114311994215894855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114311994215894855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114311994215894855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114311994215894855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-dont-you-just-let-me-do-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114303442916925975</id><published>2006-03-22T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T05:33:49.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talking to manda now. and shes so CUTE! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;oh go read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;im sure you'll laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;awww man wont you appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha RIIIGGHHHHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;i always made sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;MM-HMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;BLUE EH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;and you're the perv. who always keep saying blue is ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;EEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;EEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;and i actually talked to you just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;im gonna put the convo in my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;EH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;later the whole world finds out you're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;then i really fear for your safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm that girl ; {and then there's hate: says:&lt;br /&gt;im just stating reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;OH PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me roses by the stairs says:&lt;br /&gt;you live in your own little aloe vera bag world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, people let's not go there, LET'S NOT GO THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you to bits and pieces manda! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, saniah and manda came over, gwen couldnt. haha, anw, MS sexy legs is coming over tomorrow. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, it was really fun! hahaha, at macs, i STRUGGLED with chococone man. i will never ever eat that again, and we really talked and talked and talked. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad ms manda and saniah loved the beehoon, and NO my house does not look like a frecnh garden okayy! you havent seen gill's. PFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am doing paper mache right now. OH OH AND today me saniah and manda did some looking into the future stuff, about our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAN TOMORRROWWWW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114303442916925975?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114303442916925975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114303442916925975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114303442916925975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114303442916925975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/talking-to-manda-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114295473963866335</id><published>2006-03-21T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T07:25:40.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. today was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insanely fun! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA right cheryl, gill and estella ( your fringe bothers me) ? i think today we really got to "do our project". AHHAHA! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to werribee cafe after school to have lunch. YUMMY FRIES, and we all observed the awkward ways estella sits or behaves. its like shes doing arm exercises half the time! -.- she started placing an ice cube on a straw and sucking it, and she made a roller with it! believe me, me, cheryl, and gillian couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about serious stuff as well, and how to handle such behaviour. yes it is indeed a little bit worrying, and that's why i need help! oh well. i'll see how it goes i guess. thanks anyway. i needed that advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, after savouring our fries and talking it out, we bussed to gill's place, and all the way, we were placing twinkles in our tongue and competing to see who's melted the last. Oh man, it was hilarious! i video-ed these people, will put it up when i find my USB cable thingamajig. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH GILLIAN DANIEL'S HOUSE IS SO BEAUTIFUL it's going to make me cry already! i tell you IT HAS A POOL AND A ROCK WATERFALL THINGY IN IT, AND ITS GOT FLOWERS EVERYWHERE. AND SHE HAS A HOME THEATRE SYSTEM (i'm serious, it's like a cinema) AND HER ROOM CONSISTS OF 2 FLOORS (actually 3) !!!! and HER PARENTS OWN A WALK-IN CLOSET, and THEIR BATHROOM IS SO BALINESE! omg its like a garden with pebbles and tiles WITHIN THE BATHROOOM. oh man, we all felt POOR the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY HAVE THIS POND WHERE THERES THIS SQUARE TILE WHERE YOU CAN MEDITATE! i tell you, its like one of those houses from 'the lifestyles of the rich and famous' magazines. its so FUNKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and estella and cheryl started to pretend that it was our house, and that we had won it cos gill was bringing us around for a tour. and we were squealing in delight and awe, AND oh yes her father has this tie thingy where you press one button and all the ties revolve! WOAH. i know there's one in DAVID BECKHAM'S closet. WHOPEE DOO, gill gave me a calendar WHICH HAS HIS PIC! oh yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched maid in manhattan which was SWEEET (awfully predictable, though) and we have decided that we will stay in gill's house in june! i'm serious, you gotta go see it. it's better than a hotel. WHOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about private stuff more and more, sigh, i feel worried now. and i talked to gwen just now, we're gonna see how this goes. but i'm not gonna stop trying, you gotta work for perfection eh? STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND GWEN! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneha, YOU'RE STEALING EH? SOMEBODY'S GIRL EH? haha okay okay i shall shut up before somebody finds out but all i'm gonna say is that IT WAS LOUD! ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, gwen, our worst fears have been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114295473963866335?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114295473963866335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114295473963866335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114295473963866335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114295473963866335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114285920437568186</id><published>2006-03-20T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:53:24.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;don't you know that i miss you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my results today, kinda disappointed but nevertheless, i'm quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths: 31/ 40&lt;br /&gt;LA: 77/100&lt;br /&gt;IH: 20/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats about it. OH MAN i'm so disappointed about maths lah! i could have gotten A+, aw man! i WAS SO DAMNN CARELESS i could cry right now. i had all the right answers, just that i added more steps, or i was unsure that i deleted the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. i'm getting all my science papers tml, and MA1101. i'm gonna die. i'm kinda worried right now. tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, everybody was asking my marks today! first, during LA, denise, sneha, charvi and bandana wanted to know how much i got! then after maths, samarth was practically begging me to tell him, and i did, and he and i started arguing! haha. i hope i win! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, muhammad, you beat me for the file thingy. i get your point dude! BUT you only beat me cos i, uh, didnt finish the thingy. BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. OH my mum says theres this WALL picture of me in her office! cos i was chosen for the MOE thingy and we had to pose and all, seems they plastered this HUGE picture of me ON THE WHOLE WALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shes so sweet, she said that now she gets to see me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114285920437568186?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114285920437568186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114285920437568186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114285920437568186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114285920437568186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-you-know-that-i-miss-you-hello-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114277896272308624</id><published>2006-03-19T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T06:41:28.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Scholastic Strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is Inspiring Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are great at developing a vision, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and getting others to adopt your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at leading, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;balancing tasks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and helping people work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counseling&lt;br /&gt;Environmental studies&lt;br /&gt;Law&lt;br /&gt;Social work&lt;br /&gt;Political science&lt;br /&gt;Nursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm gonna do law, babae!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114277896272308624?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114277896272308624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114277896272308624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114277896272308624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114277896272308624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/check-this-out-your-scholastic.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114276907455457055</id><published>2006-03-19T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T03:51:14.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to post once again, i'm feeling fricking emo right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what did i do to you now? why am i always the one whos creating the disturbance? when HE's rude to you, its just a slap on the shoulder, but when i say something remotely sarcastic or when i'm poking fun at you, its OH im not being appreaciative, blah blah. and its damn pissing i tell you. i just sat down on the couch and when youasked me sthing and i said i didnt wanna do it, you just went on and on about me being lazy and how one of these days im going to regret it. and its sickening to hear it cos when HE says the thing i do, you just nag. and thats it. you dont scream, you dont do anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;its funny, really, how similar the BOTH of you act towards me. you guys scold me, while with him, its alright. seems like i'm always in the wrong, your e always screaming at me. HES never wrong, hes just perfect aint he? WELL. you dont know what he does behind your back, and i'm not gonna say, because i'm not some backstabbing bitch or anything. notice how you say i always get angry at the slightest thing? YEAH. well, just look at how you act sometimes. you want me to be sensitive, hell, you be sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and YOU. oh, you're even better. you treat me like some pile of shit, oh what, i'm stupider than you huh. wth. i dont give a fucking piss right now, all i see is how unfair my life is. they fawn over you, you DELIBERATELY bend their rules IN FRONT OF THEM. and they dont scold you. lets not go into what happens to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i feel lonely. a few minutes ago, i almost cried, ALL of you: you just taunt me, you derive pleasure dont you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;its the smallest things. today evening i realised that i dont matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;the only thing thats worth living for are my friends, and msg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;my gramma stood up for me, and thats why i love her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;where the fuck do i belong here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;manda, gwen: i need you guys right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially you manda.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it teenage angst, guess what? I DONT CARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114276907455457055?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114276907455457055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114276907455457055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114276907455457055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114276907455457055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114276323956513421</id><published>2006-03-19T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:15:18.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH HELLO! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i love blackcurrant shortcake biscuits, i'm munching on them now. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're so YUMMY (like you) YES THEY ARE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school's starting tomorrow! AIYEE. i can't wait for PE to begin, i've been pigging out so much lately it's not even amusing. i think i gained the weight that i lost. ): BAH, humbug. at least tomorrow i get to see all my friends! including saniah and nush (WELCOME BACK!) whom we've missed ever so dearly during the holidays. ahaha. oh no, but going back to school means one thing: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RESULTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right ladies and gentlemen, i, arthi anbalagan, will officially be dead meat tomorrow. pray for me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, amanda and i made a bet to see who would do better. i'm saying its her, while she says its gonna be me, FAT CHANCE of that ever happening. GAH, just speaking about it gives me shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i've done my bio, hopefully the balloon turns out alright, i've done one LA essay, and i have YET to do physics. my oh my. thank god NOTHING's due tomorrow. nsheesh, my other LA essay's just a shiteload of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hearing some beautiful songs in the car today, and i think one lyric just got to me, it got me thinking for NO APPARENT reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you're waiting for me; the night's still young.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just got me thinking about someone, and right now, i'm wondering if i made the right choice. maybe, just maybe. maybe the night's not young, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRAR.i'm just crapping basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND YES, GWEN, YOUR EULOGY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today gwen hwarng has announced that shes dead cos she hasnt done a lot of homework, but i would like to remind the nutty fishball that shes DONE MORE THAN ME, so there! and oh, please, woman, if you're dead, i'm what, mummified? oh and crap, shes scared of her results when shes A SMARTASS. she is so fraking mental i tell you. WOMAN, you just wait and see, you'll top the class and then you know! tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes babe, you do look drunk except in the neos, where you look REMARKABLY PRETTY! and stop calling me photogenic pokk, i'm not! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114276323956513421?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114276323956513421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114276323956513421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114276323956513421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114276323956513421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-hello-d-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114260400840797665</id><published>2006-03-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:00:09.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE GWEN HWARNG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because shes my OFFICIAL neoprint associate! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today me and gwen met at KAP at 10, and she already started branding me a taitai JUST because i wore sunglasses. SHEEZ WOMAN! ahah, then we wennt to newton and we took mrt to orchard and we walked and walked and walked! NOTHING was open, and we were craving for FAMOUS AMOS! haha, we found a shop that was open, and we ate famous amos. then we headed down to ps where we bought stuff from spotlight, had a brief brunch and took NEOS! which REALY rocked socks i tell you. i LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/neos-friends.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gwen and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/neos-funky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/neos-smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/neos-heartfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/neos-we%27reinhiding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/neos-gwenandarthi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/neos-sweetness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;god i like this one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/neos-you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;as you can see, gwen hwarng is funky to be with! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;after going crazy at the neoprints shop, i left for adrian's place for debate outing where me and bern got lost for a while and bryan had to meet us at the bus stop. HEH. and i spent two fruitful hours lAZING AROUND like a bum! aha, then bryan and nicholas taught us taiitii (is that how you spell it?) and i have found out that i SUCK at it. bleh.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went bowling with the debate people after that, felt kinda weird bowling with a skirt, and i sucked in the first game, haha, my score was 34 (eeyer!), but the second game, thanks to jere's ADVICE( roll the ball, not throw it! ROLL THE BALL) i BEAT HIM! oh joy joy joy! haha according to him its no big deal, but if i rmb clearly he was chanting at me to throw the ball so that i would lose! ;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went for tuition after that, which was fun. sigh. tomorrow's a long day.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop screaming at me, i know you hate me. one minute youre all fine, and the next min is GRRAR. stop it. i'm sick of it, its like everything i do you scold me. and i hate it. i want you to stop shouting at me, and ive done NOTHING wrong, so why? i try to please you, but its just not enough is it? give me my liberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll love him all i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114260400840797665?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114260400840797665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114260400840797665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114260400840797665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114260400840797665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-gwen-hwarng-because-shes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114243424954170218</id><published>2006-03-15T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T06:56:14.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH POOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead meat. i've screwed up the camera, and im dead. DEAD I TELL YOU, DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody dig a huge hole and dump me in there. O3,i regret to inform you that your official photographer is dead. as she has spoilt the camera. @%$^%$(*&amp;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG SENTOSAH SENTOSAH SENTOSAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was fun fun fun! &lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had so much fun with cheryl, shu yi, manda, estella and GWEN, although this green fishball had to leave early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahaha, when we entered sentosa manda went into 'bimbo mode' ( WATCH OUT PPLE!), and we wore our sunglasses and started squealing non-stop! haaha. then we found a spot and we walked around, and since manda was so sex-ay, we saw some bunch of weirdos look at us, wave and beckon us to go into the water with them. EEEYER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, i still love manda. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my gosh, we had so much fun! later on, shu yi came and we were all busy kayaking, and SHE CAPSIZED! omg haha! and i couldnt stop laughing cos shu yi was flailing her arms and struggling, and i was helping her, but my kayak was rocking too so i couldnt move too much, and she tried to get on the kayak, which she did, and she rolled off the other side! haha, and the kayak capsized on her! OMG it was damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA LOTS of fun stuff as well, we went sakae sushi, we played in the fountain thingy, we ate and ate, we SUNTANNED! ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG MY COLLARBONE AREA is bloody red. and so is my nose, and i have a sphagetti tan! OH MAN, i look funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah, at least i enjoyed myself today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love my friends. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114243424954170218?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114243424954170218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114243424954170218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114243424954170218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114243424954170218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-poot-im-dead-meat.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114234485476713347</id><published>2006-03-14T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T06:00:54.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCREW YOU BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;my whole beautiful post. deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;today was fun fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda, minh and gwen came over for bio project, and i would say it was quite eventful! ahaha, we have a bit of our sea creature done, and we had pizza and we watched legally blonde. i think minh enjoyed himself VERY MUCH! ahaha. manda and gwen too! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda and minh had to leave early, so gwen and i were at my place for a bit before i left for lot one. it was super funny, i decided to help gwen profess her love for W----, and she started screaming hysterically, and we were jamming the laptop as i was trying ever so desperately to type! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for waxing today, smsing gwen just distracted me from my pain. stupid manda couldnt be reached.  well, at least i saw you! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooth legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like you, m.s.g!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hes not worth your pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114234485476713347?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114234485476713347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114234485476713347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114234485476713347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114234485476713347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/screw-you-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114234440024435831</id><published>2006-03-14T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T05:53:20.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, gwen and minh came over to do bio project, which ended up one hour work and the other time watching LEGALLY BLONDE. haha, i think minh enjoyed himself. and so did manda, i'm sure.((: as for gwen, ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; our paper mache's drying up, i'm just staring at it and wondering which part of the sea creature it is. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after minh and manda left, gwen and i were at my place, and we were chatting people up, and typing rubbish! haha, about gwen lovin W-----, and how he loves her back! (PUKE) and i was announcing it to the whole world, and we were practically jamming my laptop! HAHA, it was hilarious, we were screaming and laughing! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and btw, my brother is NOT good-looking! haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for waxing today, AIYEE. my legs are now officially smooth. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my nails are BEAUTIFUL brown! ahaha. i feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TML WE HAVE OUR SENTOSAH TRIP! i cant wait! its gonna be FUN FUN FUNN! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hes not worth your pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114234440024435831?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114234440024435831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114234440024435831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114234440024435831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114234440024435831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-fun-amanda-gwen-and-minh.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114226142540578358</id><published>2006-03-13T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T06:52:56.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that i'm looking at universities now. at this age?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. well, its never too early to start, perhaps looking at the university of my dreams WILL spur me on to do better and ONE DAY, get a scholarship! hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream universities? HARVARD, CAMBRIDGE, OXFORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta work my butt off to get there. i really gotta work HARD! reading those mags in the student centre got me excited really, i had this sudden urge to go look up these universities. which i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/1600/cambridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/408/200/cambridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the sheer size of Cambridge! GASP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna go there one day. I WILL! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114226142540578358?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114226142540578358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114226142540578358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114226142540578358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114226142540578358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114225320476558560</id><published>2006-03-13T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T06:20:47.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe its cos i suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just isn't me, is it?&lt;br /&gt;i always think its possible. but in the end, life just knocks me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just ordinary, average, nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you ---, you're really sweet. &lt;3&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/23872609-114225320476558560?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114225320476558560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114225320476558560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114225320476558560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114225320476558560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-its-cos-i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</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-23872609.post-114209232456756517</id><published>2006-03-11T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T07:52:04.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't told anyone yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23872609-114209232456756517?l=thispathistaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/feeds/114209232456756517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23872609&amp;postID=114209232456756517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114209232456756517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23872609/posts/default/114209232456756517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispathistaken.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>aRTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08687821444123831346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
