<?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-5399242</id><updated>2011-07-11T23:53:11.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.i.s.i.l.l.u.s.i.o.n.e.d</title><subtitle type='html'>this is just me. no coverups. no air brushing. Just me. living it out in true colour, living life how it should be played as. Like a bitch.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109807774080659908</id><published>2004-10-18T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T13:35:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okayredirected!http://starlightshower.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109807774080659908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109807774080659908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_10_18_archive.html#109807774080659908' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109599868976908115</id><published>2004-09-24T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T12:04:49.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>using glen's com..cant fucking use my com to blog.gave daniel a massage, gave kok yi a massage, gave glen's friend patrick a massage...hahax, good for my hands...mus coming back today..i like giving massages.friends of dee know this well...muahahhax.how's the family sitution?still tensed i suppose.but its getting better.cried myself to sleep twice.its frustrating.very.sindhu says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109599868976908115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109599868976908115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_09_24_archive.html#109599868976908115' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109574745455628845</id><published>2004-09-21T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:17:34.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>using fanny's com to blog.cant blog using mine. always a blue screen that pops up around the create post box. man..*fanny peeps over*hehex.man, im bored.. sleepy.havent studied that damn POA.oh fuckkk. al and his damn friend closed my template window in my com... shitpissfuckcuntcocksuckermotherfuckertitsfartturdandtward.tht was a good release.never mind. its Al afterall. smoking buddy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109574745455628845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109574745455628845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_09_21_archive.html#109574745455628845' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109540493007396716</id><published>2004-09-17T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T15:08:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh mus called me from camp!feroz didnt tell me tht he called.eating at adam doing a fag and he didnt tell me tht mus called.guess you cant trust a criminal after all.*shrugs*but there's still the problem of the girl at his house who said she was his adik when he's the freaking youngest child in the family.liar, liar pants on fire.but he called.shocked he did.was clenching my heart while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109540493007396716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109540493007396716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_09_17_archive.html#109540493007396716' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109540136009822950</id><published>2004-09-17T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T14:09:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont let the moonlight leavei dont want to see my bed so empty (stay with me) dont let the sunshine ini dont want to face reality right now(dont leave me)dont wake me up nowcoz if i do then you'll disappear(please dont go)let me sleep and dream of youlet me close my eyes and imagine...that ur right therelet me dreaam of us togetherlet me stay with you and imagine....that its all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109540136009822950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109540136009822950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_09_17_archive.html#109540136009822950' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109513129286493392</id><published>2004-09-14T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T11:08:12.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my gawd.... i can post!!!!!!!!!!!yay, fucking yay..updates abt my life?iqah broke up with me. but still friends. but it hurts.mus buih aku on the last night we were suppose to spend together before he went to ns. bastard.two gone at the same time.gerek kan?haishx.dee turned 17.did u know?hahax.dad making me quit floorball..i came home at 12 last night.wasnt my fucking fault.slept in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109513129286493392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109513129286493392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_09_14_archive.html#109513129286493392' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109362299549312393</id><published>2004-08-27T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T00:09:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh i wrote a song when i was at work..so emo, hahax..[she] got drunk yesterday.no, 2 days ago..yah, silly girl.ooh, gig tomorow. rp. yay for my crez juniors. yaYyY..=Dmeeting zaph also.. haishx.... how to wake up so early lah.... hahax... i have to go home and change some more.. im at nenek's house.. with oh so darling riya and rakin...they are the cutest cousins in the world.. look under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109362299549312393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109362299549312393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_27_archive.html#109362299549312393' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109352861474870645</id><published>2004-08-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T21:56:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man hanaffie from madrasah is here in macdonalds...hanaffie, the guy who thinks im very alim.. oooh fook.he's close to uztad. oh fook. exposed hair and exposed skin is not good. *faints*anyway..just talked to suhail. he's here in mac too. i miss beng wan.. i do..2 yrs of primary school.i went to 3 different primary schools.. i have many aquaintances. sigh. and i leave after 2 yrs. not much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109352861474870645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109352861474870645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_26_archive.html#109352861474870645' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109323312869299789</id><published>2004-08-23T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:52:08.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its weird you know talking to your ex boyfriend from 2 years ago.the one who I broke up with. the one who hung up on me when i said "i fell out". my excuses were lame. yes they were. you know what's the major underlying reason was? i was scared. i couldn't take the commitment. i was scared stiff. i was 15 i think. yeah.and now?i just want someone so badly. someone whom i want to last with. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109323312869299789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109323312869299789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_23_archive.html#109323312869299789' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109299752567608274</id><published>2004-08-20T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:25:25.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my life seems empty.dot.fuckfook it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109299752567608274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109299752567608274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_20_archive.html#109299752567608274' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109299390852038916</id><published>2004-08-20T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T17:25:08.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>her hair sweeps her face as she leans over the black chunk of machinery that seems so invaluable to her.she sighs.her life seems so meaningless. who do i live for? i don't think living for myself isn't worth as much anymore. its a so what thing.live for God? i haven't been nice to him lately.. no i haven't..i don't have much meaning in my life anymore. if there was someone worth living for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109299390852038916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109299390852038916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_20_archive.html#109299390852038916' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109264920259602853</id><published>2004-08-16T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:36:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haishx.think i'll write abt the gig on saturday.ok so i wake up at 730. dont know why. maybe excited. *shrugs* i slept at 4. hahax. talking to a certain someone. oh wells. and i zombied abt the house. stared at my perpentually messy room. haishx. left at around 11. time flew.*woosh*got out of the house dressed in simple black tee jeans and studded belt combo. but i wore slippers. im insane. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109264920259602853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109264920259602853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_16_archive.html#109264920259602853' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109246465738655420</id><published>2004-08-14T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T14:24:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alah feeling emo lah...whats wrong with you dee...haishx..*he* go make me this way lah.,alah...snap out lah dee...ppl ,im involved with a girl. i dun mind getting involved with this guy.muahahax, whats wrong with you dee..oh we did the whole thing i use to do with hafiz ridhwan.shite lah, if only it was real.argh.snap out dee.tak payah nak jiwang..argh.im at ur doorstep. i take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109246465738655420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109246465738655420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_14_archive.html#109246465738655420' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109229369844622591</id><published>2004-08-12T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:54:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didnt go for the management lecture..how long are u gonna keep this up dee?you're fucking pathetic.she sits there with her hair touselled and unruly. brown and dry from over dying and perhaps recklessness in personal grooming.she sits there clad in a long 3/4 length brown floral skirt with a small black giordano tee tht the whole world seems to have ..oooh, she's a mainstream whoreshe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109229369844622591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109229369844622591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_12_archive.html#109229369844622591' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-10922837646980448</id><published>2004-08-12T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:21:12.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAKING BACK SUNDAY LYRICS"Cute Without The 'E' (Cut From The Team)"Your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother Angel I know exactly what goes on When everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted, princess (well which would you prefer)My finger on the trigger, or (me face down, down across your floor) Me face down, down across your floor(me face down, down across your floor) Well just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/10922837646980448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/10922837646980448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_12_archive.html#10922837646980448' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109210777873089405</id><published>2004-08-10T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:16:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eh  someone called me a "fucking flirt".~woooo.its been a long time since anyone called me anything along those lines.. not tht im not aware that i am. i am a flirt. yes i am. i am the most gatal person around... yay=)flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirtyay.but i dont make out or fuck any guy tht i see... aww, how sad. if i actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109210777873089405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109210777873089405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_10_archive.html#109210777873089405' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109189435115818336</id><published>2004-08-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:59:11.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met bashie.whee.it was nicei got a weed band!sywal snapped the bracelet i gave iqah:(talked to taufiq.whee.talked to dynn.wheetalked to melvinwheeoh and azli saw me.wooo.oh and met emo boy!he is fucking skinny.muka steam siak bila main drums.wooooo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109189435115818336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109189435115818336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_08_07_archive.html#109189435115818336' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109149575925909495</id><published>2004-08-03T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T09:15:59.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>actually i wrote a lot. i really did.blogger fucking said the session fucking expired.fuck blogger. go screw with your pink panties on you gay muthafucker.i'll just type the poem that i made on the spot for her.lets run awayyou and meto the land where children playwhere they wear daisies around their necksand where everybody's gay (happy..homo..you decide)lets run awayyou and meand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109083216839994113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109083216839994113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_26_archive.html#109083216839994113' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109081143727413203</id><published>2004-07-26T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T11:14:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Shooting Star That Destryoyed Us ~Static LullabyA star up in the sky A Poem to the deadLet this mistake Bring a vivid crystal to her eyes So drain out my lungs Before the fluid brings a choke I can't inhale the sparkle of your voice  A star up in the sky A poem to the death Let this mistake Bring a vivid crystal to her eyes So drain out my lungs Before the fluid brings a choke I can't inhale </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109081143727413203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109081143727413203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_26_archive.html#109081143727413203' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-109028839872887297</id><published>2004-07-20T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T09:53:18.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bca now ooooh whheee.i feel pissed all of a sudden. i wonder why,, pms hormones creeping up draining away my youth..i have a butt ugly rash on my right hand. i look like a fucking junkie...ooh, look at my gorgeous hands.. ooohh.. ahhh..then i have bruises all on the right hand side of my body.. my right elbow, my riht thigh, right below my butt, and my right knee...thats why im wearing a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109028839872887297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/109028839872887297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_20_archive.html#109028839872887297' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108994709808621415</id><published>2004-07-16T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:04:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got this of emo boy's blog.. emo boy is my dream guy:)what's your name?: deeyana binte firoz  do you like it?: yeah its okay. why?: the pronounciation is common. but not many with this spelling. so im the real "dee"! and not many people now qith just one name:) male/female?: female  age?: 16+  birthday?: 1091987  what are your hobbies?: intanetto tok ongaku des.hahahx. i like the net </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108994709808621415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108994709808621415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_16_archive.html#108994709808621415' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108976793981413415</id><published>2004-07-14T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T09:18:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt; Name: Deeyana Bte Firoz&gt; Horoscope:virgo&gt; Sex: lots of it. i mean, female. &gt; Occupation: student at ngee ann poly and part time sales assistant at action toyz&gt; Favourite Animal: i like white tiger cubs.. awwww&gt; Favourite Colour: black, purple, navy green and sometimes pink&gt; Favourite Country: i loved israel but right now not really. maybe new york. or somewhere tropical.*shrugs*&gt; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108976793981413415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108976793981413415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_14_archive.html#108976793981413415' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108969124424069373</id><published>2004-07-13T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T12:00:44.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAKING BACK SUNDAY LYRICS"Great Romances Of The 20th Century"September never stays this cold where I come from And you know I’m not one for complaining, But I love the way you’d roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly fall apart (slowly, quietly, slowly) fall apart This won’t mean a thing come tomorrow and that’s exactly how I’ll make it seem Cause I'm still not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108969124424069373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108969124424069373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_13_archive.html#108969124424069373' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108947401664886108</id><published>2004-07-10T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T23:40:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>09072004.friday-=[good ol' canteen one]=-Helloo. Okay nobody really reads so I don’t really care.Oh I need a web host for my pic. My darling pic of boots.Shitedamnpissass.Today got gig. Wheeee.And I'm going.Wheee.::elated::If you want to know how deprived Dee isThenWell, the answer isVERYThis is my first ig, non-existent ladies and gentlemen.. Ooh I said ig. Ig would be funny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108947401664886108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108947401664886108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_10_archive.html#108947401664886108' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108909895637877699</id><published>2004-07-06T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T15:29:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In canteen Oneoh gosh, i am so pissed. there are so many dee's in this world. aready the pronounciation of my name is SOOOOO bloody common.5674345786567 number of people have it i bet. shitephuckpissass.i mean how very little.many "deeyana"s are there man.. i bet very little..oh i did go to deeyana.com and its a wheelchair devotee website. go figure. ugh.irritated.im the real deal. im the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108909895637877699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108909895637877699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_06_archive.html#108909895637877699' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108903732245826443</id><published>2004-07-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T22:22:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> sial bangethahax its the name of someone's blogi think its cute. dee's bro wnts to type something:ummmmmm. gimme an intro kak. shite u.*punch* [deeyana screams in agony]now tht didnt go too wellbye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108903732245826443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108903732245826443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_05_archive.html#108903732245826443' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108874739485501027</id><published>2004-07-02T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T13:49:54.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're "There's No "I" inTeam", you stick with your friends, goaround breakin' people's hearts, and make sureyou get what you deserve. Which taking back sunday song are you? brought to you by Quizillaoooh, someone should help me upload my picture.. my blog would look much prettier with it... ladies and gentlemen Dee is now a certified freshie loser in ngee ann. i lost my sudent card in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108874739485501027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108874739485501027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_07_02_archive.html#108874739485501027' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108793078474769737</id><published>2004-06-23T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T03:09:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m so lostI’m barely hereI wish I could explain myselfBut words escape meIt’s too late To save meIt’s too lateIt’s too lateI’m cold with disappointmentWhile you’re drowning in the next roomThe last contagious victim of this plague between usI’m sick with apprehensionI’m crippled from exhaustionAnd I dread the moment when you finallyCome to kill meI like this song. I think it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108793078474769737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108793078474769737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_06_23_archive.html#108793078474769737' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108779250410538106</id><published>2004-06-21T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T12:35:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went over siti fatima's blog. i think im in love with her. hey andro's always did turn me on... nah i don't wanna do shite with her.. no, there's already some other girl who awaits patiently for that position. i hate my template. have i ever said that?well i do. desperately.i think the nicotine is still stuck in my head. wait it doesn't seep to your brain does it? its more like in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108779250410538106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108779250410538106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_06_21_archive.html#108779250410538106' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108758680141569355</id><published>2004-06-19T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T03:26:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shall attempt to create a new entry.i got inspired.i miss that someone.although she was althouh she was a muthafucking puerile imbecile.i still miss her and the days that we had. i bet she doesn't give a damn does she.remincing, reminincing.. gawd its 2:45i haven't stayed up this late in ages. i guess i broke my promise to my mom. i said no internet after midnight.damn, im never gonna change </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108758680141569355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108758680141569355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_06_19_archive.html#108758680141569355' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108757976743458739</id><published>2004-06-19T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T02:24:35.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get to know the REAL you by crash_and_burnYour NameYou Are A:LonerYour Favorite Band/SongEvanescence - My ImmortalYou Like To Read:Non-fiction novelsYou Firmly Believe In:Orange juiceEveryone Thinks You Are:An easy fuckYou Were Conceived:52nd Street, New York CityYou Will Marry:The kid next doorCreated with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108757976743458739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108757976743458739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_06_19_archive.html#108757976743458739' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-108757863048310244</id><published>2004-06-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T01:10:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my freaking hell.............shite damn i haven't been blogging for eons!!!!!!!!!!!fuck oiss ass.i mean piss ass..gawd its been too damn long.. too damn muthafucking long.isit aliright to curse.?ah ell nobody really reads my entries anymore now do they?mwahahahahxdee is such a sick asshole..shall write about my day? ys i shall. i mean yes.was at work today..typical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108757863048310244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/108757863048310244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_06_19_archive.html#108757863048310244' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-10748518898670508</id><published>2004-01-23T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T18:00:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations! You're a black velvet! What Drink Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/10748518898670508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/10748518898670508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_01_23_archive.html#10748518898670508' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-107485127035058723</id><published>2004-01-23T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:54:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ghost or spirit: You are a lost soul. Very calm andsweet, you are often the one who asks: What if?With a clever mind, you want to explore theworld on a different level. Without theanswers, you aren't ready to move on. You aremost likely very creative and find yourselfthinking things through on a different level.(please rate my quiz) **Where will you go when you die?**(now with pics) brought to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/107485127035058723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/107485127035058723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_01_23_archive.html#107485127035058723' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-107485115792781348</id><published>2004-01-23T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:47:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey ..yeah i know i haven't been writing. i've been shite busy. im in a cybercafe in ginza now, can u believe that. that's how desperate i am to us a com. its pretty shuitty. dad keeps changing password. its not my fault.OI is great so far. floorball is fucking fun and i'm just keeping myself occupied.know what? OI is FILLED with pretty girls. the girls are more good looking than the guys. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/107485115792781348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/107485115792781348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2004_01_23_archive.html#107485115792781348' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-106817683520707245</id><published>2003-11-07T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T11:47:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                    What         is your Anti-Drug?      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106817683520707245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106817683520707245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_11_07_archive.html#106817683520707245' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-106648529180090901</id><published>2003-10-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:54:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is my way to liveWhat about yours?made by rav-chan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106648529180090901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106648529180090901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_10_18_archive.html#106648529180090901' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-106553786472215617</id><published>2003-10-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:44:24.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't been blogging in a whileactually i haven't been on the net for a long time.oooh, the modern romeo and juliet is on tv."do you bite your thumb at me sir?"haha, i like that bit.i have been crying for the past few days.  i think that the stress has gotten to me.i failed my maths. but i didn't get the lowest in calss. like the last time. i suppose i should be happy-iermy life gone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106553786472215617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106553786472215617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_10_07_archive.html#106553786472215617' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-106352891298502114</id><published>2003-09-14T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T16:41:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ichi - "That one with wisdom"Sponsored by www.life-blood.cjb.net What would your Japanese name be? (female) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106352891298502114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106352891298502114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106352891298502114' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-106352764690981022</id><published>2003-09-14T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T16:20:46.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The universal and eternal theme of youth vs age could be arguably said as rather simplistic interpretation which tends to stereotype and polarise the young and old characters into opposing camps.however, there is an obvious gulf between youth and age in terms of the latter's failure to appreciate the needs and feelings of young people.older people tend to ctaegorise themselves as more superior </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106352764690981022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106352764690981022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106352764690981022' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-106137694223784646</id><published>2003-08-20T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T18:55:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Masochist The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by Quizillaokay then..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106137694223784646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106137694223784646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_08_20_archive.html#106137694223784646' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-106091496193272124</id><published>2003-08-15T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T10:40:30.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't been blogging in a while.guess its just like my life.non-commital.i'm going out with someone.its been fine.but then again, its a non-commital thing.but i'm fine with that.oh well.i like eela's condo. its a nice place.okay, its not hers per sebut it is nice even so. quiet solitude.nice:)i'm retaking malay.i think i was the only one who didn't tell cikgu that i wanted to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106091496193272124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/106091496193272124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_08_15_archive.html#106091496193272124' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-105756596243629210</id><published>2003-07-07T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T16:19:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What rating is your journal? brought to you by Quizillaoh my gosh, i can't even read my own journal!! ahhhh... *bleh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105756596243629210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105756596243629210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_07_07_archive.html#105756596243629210' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-105756566491336860</id><published>2003-07-07T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T16:14:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:ModerateSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:HighAntisocial:ModerateBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:ModerateDependent:ModerateObsessive-Compulsive:Moderate-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --haha, i'm schizo..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105756566491336860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105756566491336860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_07_07_archive.html#105756566491336860' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-105756532108995400</id><published>2003-07-07T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T16:08:41.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)ModerateLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel 7 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105756532108995400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105756532108995400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_07_07_archive.html#105756532108995400' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-105721411335999198</id><published>2003-07-03T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T14:35:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>your asshole. What swear word are you? brought to you by Quizillahey how true is this!!its true, i always say asshole.ASSHOLE!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105721411335999198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105721411335999198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_07_03_archive.html#105721411335999198' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-105721297243570579</id><published>2003-07-03T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T14:16:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a WANNABE NON-VIRGIN. What Kind of Virgin Are You? brought to you by Quizillaahhahah...that's so hilarious.. let's paste more quizzes!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105721297243570579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105721297243570579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_07_03_archive.html#105721297243570579' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-105721268817021418</id><published>2003-07-03T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T14:11:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kiss on the lips - you're sweet and simple butquite daring. you move for the kill confidentlyknowing the other person wants the same thing. What Sign of Affection Are You? 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What? Your Dad did what?That's not a sentence.Never mind the bell.We stay behind until the work is done.You count the words(you who can count and spell);All the assignments are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105702488460232779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/105702488460232779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105702488460232779' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-95893385</id><published>2003-06-21T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T23:11:30.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have a mysterious kiss.  Your partner neverknows what you're going to come up with next;this creates great excitement and arousal neverknowing what to expect.  And it's sure to endin a kiss as great as your mystery. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizillaooh, i like this pic:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/95893385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/95893385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_06_21_archive.html#95893385' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-95893102</id><published>2003-06-21T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T22:58:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claryce found this poem. not gonna put it up now.can't find it.saw hadi anwar. when i was in baju madrasah. i looked down on the floor. he's such a bitch.can't believe he jeling-ed me. how can a guy jeling? gawd..indy left. i feel so sad. life seems kinda bleak now. who are we gonna disturb after school?!?![s.i.g.h]went out with iffah that day.that girl, didn't wear a bra.iffah, iffah...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/95893102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/95893102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_06_21_archive.html#95893102' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-95232360</id><published>2003-06-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T19:38:51.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh, things are better. simply because i just don't care anymore.i think i have to view this as it will make me stronger.actually you know what?i want her to do well. i mean, i really want her to do good in her studies.i don't want her to fail. again.i'm serious.and you know what?its okay if people have negative views about you.you just have to accept it and improve yourself.and as long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/95232360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/95232360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_06_03_archive.html#95232360' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-94927831</id><published>2003-05-27T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T13:46:10.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Crying Clownslight dimsthe curtain fallspeople exitall is silentexcept for the whimpersof the clownsactually i hate clowns. i detest them abysmally. i think anyone who grows up to be a circus clown is a very sad and tragic man.i really do hate clownsi wrote this in class just now:27052003its a free period right now. we're playing dressup with farida's things. its for crescentian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/94927831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/94927831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_05_27_archive.html#94927831' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-94927343</id><published>2003-05-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T13:27:38.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what? i take it all back.everything that isaid about her, i take it all back.bitching abt her on blogspot makes it different when she pointed the middle finger behind my back.i'm over this.i'll get on with my life.there are still the haters out there and everything. but i have people who love and care for me.kawan boleh come and go, tetapi, keluarga kekal abadi.Ya Tuhan, berikanku</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/94927343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/94927343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_05_27_archive.html#94927343' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-94712490</id><published>2003-05-22T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T14:23:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song In Head: actually its a blankYou know what's bad? when people that you thought were your friends stab you in the back and make others turn against you.yesterday was the worst day of my life. my true friends told me that plenty of people in the class are against me because of this one instigator who went ahead to tell nasty stuff about me. yeah, i have flaws. yeah i can act real loud in my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/94712490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/94712490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_05_22_archive.html#94712490' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399242.post-94427815</id><published>2003-05-16T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T09:50:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, hi.Name: Deeyana Bte FirozDOB: 1st of September 1987Star sign: Virgo. (but i don't have the characteristics of a Virgo. i am not a perfectionist. i am not well organised and decisive. Hell, i'm just yuour average in the flesh s.l.a.c.k.e.r)Song in head: I need A girl by Usher, P.Diddy and LoonENTRYok hi. yeah thats me so far. this is the first entry. i haven't done the skin yet. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/94427815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399242/posts/default/94427815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untiedorangeshoelaces.blogspot.com/2003_05_16_archive.html#94427815' title=''/><author><name>eternal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489927414134116008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
