<?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-13607423</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:23:10.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the redirected</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13607423.post-114286383485933745</id><published>2006-03-20T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T06:10:34.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - perfect by flyleaf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to write now.&lt;br /&gt;i cant finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;i have too much art! i only painted one stupid mask.&lt;br /&gt;jasmit is nice cos she's helping me print my art pieces!&lt;br /&gt;no la joking la. jasmit is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;im blogging in sentences.&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriends new hair is &lt;b&gt;the sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and his hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-114286383485933745?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/114286383485933745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=114286383485933745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114286383485933745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114286383485933745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2006/03/gaga.html' title='gaga'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-114267293170796280</id><published>2006-03-18T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:08:51.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all at sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - all at sea by jamie cullum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;im a big big big jazz fan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you gonna copy me now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheebs. anyway i am a great jazz fan. jazz is always up there next to metalcore and so on. you know i always wanted to be a jazz singer when i grow up. now i've grown up and &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; im not a jazz singer. hehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today supposed to have tuition la. saturday is my tuition day what. so the norm is that it starts at 12.30 but my brother goes first so i have to send him to my aunties hse right. so its patricks first 12.30-1.30 then mine 1.30-2.30 and then i have another one at 3-4.30. but there was a glitch today. i wake up at 10 to find nobody at home and ten bucks on the counter for me. i assumed that patrick stayed over at aunty yvonnes place since i came home late last night and everyone was already asleep. so i left the house at 11.45, reached the bus stop at 12 and took 854. perfect timing right? so i would be just in time for &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; tuition at 1.30 &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way there i get a message from my maths tutor cancelling cos he husband had to go take out stitches &lt;em&gt;*cough bullshit cough* &lt;/em&gt;so nevermind. i could go out and merayap or something. THEN my aunty calls me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunty: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the 854, eunos. why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunty: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cikgu has been waiting for you since 12.30 you know?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's patrick?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunty: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN CAMP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im supposed to know he's in camp la. cheebs man. my family is pissing me off once again. i call my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY YOU NEVER TELL ME PATRICK WENT TO CAMP?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you should have been out of your room so at least we could talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so punishment for not coming out of my room is that YOU NOT TELL ME LA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;everyone else knew so why didnt you?! why didnt you ask?! i told you.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*click*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered anymore la. serious. she's being damn unreasonable. i didnt ask cos if there is any changes in saturdays "norm" wouldntthey tell me like they usually do. she made a mistake so there. no more. and she shouldn't argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i arrived at the house and everyone is yelling bla bla bla. then started tuition which was quite okay did some catatan bahasa crap. NOW my mother is so nice to me cos maybe she realised her mistake. im still pissed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. now in godma's house typing this cos i need a break from all the holiday homework la. i haven't even touched it. only the vocab worksheet which is not even finished. i still have a &lt;b&gt;ton&lt;/b&gt; of maths practice papers and 100 word meanings that i have to do. gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some news on the &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;though. i am a bitch. i know, i accept it! i am rude. YES I AM. i know so you dont have to go tell me like it hurts my poor little innocent shit-like feelings. &lt;strong&gt;i have no feeling &lt;/strong&gt;for your info. i only have &lt;em&gt;hate, disgust, wrath, anger, the-want-to-mangle-your-little-lizard-like-body and pity &lt;/em&gt;for you. awwwww so i guess alex does have feelings. sheeesh. she is still gonna suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone else is gonna suffer too. that muh-fucking asshole who stole my music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes so im going back to my homework... &lt;b&gt;and jamie cullum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-114267293170796280?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/114267293170796280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=114267293170796280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114267293170796280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114267293170796280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-at-sea.html' title='all at sea'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-114252197021497734</id><published>2006-03-16T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:12:50.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 stalins war</title><content type='html'>burnt - lost town of wandering souls by stalins war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stalinswar"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stalinswar.org/test/banner.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell anyone i adore &lt;b&gt;stalins war?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reason for blogging: &lt;strong&gt;im angry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no shit alex of course you are. two fucking reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to take out my angst out on my blog before i do on my guitar. kills two birds with one stone or shall i say kills two &lt;b&gt;DICKS&lt;/b&gt;. Anyway im gonna refer to this particular person and a &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;alright. okay this &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;is apparently blind. she puts food in her eyes. but thats beside the point. i tell you this &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;is fucking competing with me?! i mean why must you?! you siao ah! crazy. go find someone else la. you &lt;s&gt;look like&lt;/s&gt; are shit. go and eat shit. &lt;strong&gt;EAT YOURSELF. &lt;/strong&gt;so am i being petty? okay im not jealous at the fact she longs for something i have. at least go get something similar right. &lt;em&gt;why must take mine. &lt;/em&gt;i dont think mine wants you anyway. asshole. so ya. if the &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;ever comes across this. my message to it is to &lt;strong&gt;go eat shit you motherfucking son of a bitch you crack whore why dont you fuck yourself you cunt head cheebai asshole buto bastard pukimak cocksucker. &lt;/strong&gt;okay im fine now. i just hate the &lt;em&gt;thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the second thing im pissed about is my sister took my pants! both of it. go find your own damn clothes i mean i dont steal yours anymore right! asshole. i got a gig tmr la i wanna wear my pants. not only that okay &lt;strong&gt;my pants is tapered &lt;/strong&gt;so retard la. so old wear tapered. whatever la i angry la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually im more angry about the first one la. i hope something big falls on her. or she eats her hand by mistake. or decides to lie down in the middle of the tpe with on-going traffic &lt;em&gt;(preferbly 18-wheelers) &lt;/em&gt;or jsut get out of my life. simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-114252197021497734?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/114252197021497734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=114252197021497734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114252197021497734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114252197021497734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2006/03/3-stalins-war.html' title='&lt;3 stalins war'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-114235373345409477</id><published>2006-03-14T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:28:53.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love ryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - those days you felt alive by spitalfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lemme update. its the damn march hols.&lt;br /&gt;nothings up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna meet ryan the whole week i think =( cos he's got school and stuff. well tomorrow, gonna head to the national library tomorrow. do some art research for my "sugar skull" thingy then off to jam at &lt;u&gt;sound lab&lt;/u&gt; WOO HOO! yay! &lt;strong&gt;SLIPKNOT HERE WE COME! &lt;/strong&gt;im so damn excited. haha. meeting azhar at 430 and i guess with everyone else as well. wonder what we'll sound like &lt;em&gt;besides shit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love him and i miss him very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-114235373345409477?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/114235373345409477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=114235373345409477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114235373345409477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114235373345409477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-ryan.html' title='i love ryan!'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-114105787984269904</id><published>2006-02-27T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:31:19.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever is one word</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - stigmata by arch enemy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asshole asshole asshole.&lt;br /&gt;im damn dumb. i shouldn't have let my body take over me. &lt;strong&gt;i went to sleep!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; im so pissed with the fact that i just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to go and sleep in the evening. im gonna be awake from now until i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why im blogging. im bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets talk about school. there was some mix up with the N lvl papers and shit. im paying for one paper that i have &lt;u&gt;no intentions&lt;/u&gt; sitting for. asshole. maybe thats why im so pissed. stupid shitnit fuck. mrs freeman just told me to sit for the thing. sorry lah but i have no intentions la. i cant possibly take ML "A" syllabus la. i cant even cope with "B" haha. hell no. so right now, i've gotta make a decision to sit for it or not la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had bio. stupid condoms. you know, if you wanna have sex with peace of mind, you have to use a condom &lt;strong&gt;with &lt;em&gt;spermicides &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay nevermind. useful info. then something bad happened, dont really wanna talk about it. well, today is a sad sad day for some of us, luckily we had giant oreos to cheer us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is boring and again it lacks emotion&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19 questions of maths done and an absolutely boring day planned for us tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-114105787984269904?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/114105787984269904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=114105787984269904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114105787984269904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114105787984269904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2006/02/forever-is-one-word.html' title='forever is one word'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-114096798252631897</id><published>2006-02-26T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T07:33:06.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - recovery by funeral for a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well im updating maybe cos im bored. i &lt;b&gt;would&lt;/b&gt; have updated yesterday but i &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; dont have my laptop. i'll be getting it back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why im updating seriously. maybe cos there's nothing to do. right now, leon is singing &lt;em&gt;reinventing your exit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;s&gt;horribly&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall update about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;went to church, the urge wasn't there and i had butterflies returning back to that place again. met a whole bunch people that i haven't seen in ages. went in for mass but it was a bore so came out and sat downstairs sat with galissa and harsha with the intentions to stay only for &lt;b&gt;awhile&lt;/b&gt; but started talking and lost track of time. was fun catching up and all that. laughing at the times when we were damn immature. while talking and talking all of a sudden one fag voice came out of nowhere shouting asking people to enter the mass so then harsha, galissa ryan and i ran out damn fast sia. went to hide behind a car then started talking again. we sat until mass was over then went off to siglap. was supposed go macs or something but ended up going to ryan's house and spend &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; the whole night there until 4 am then went home. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;ehh shit there's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scared to open up these eyes&lt;br /&gt;See just what's inside&lt;br /&gt;This tree is dead and cold&lt;br /&gt;This house is not a home&lt;br /&gt;Help me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying here all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a new game&lt;br /&gt;So don't think that you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casually I confide&lt;br /&gt;Awake and paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;Forever in one word&lt;br /&gt;Forever is the longest time&lt;br /&gt;It's the only cure&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a new game&lt;br /&gt;So don't think that you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see these blood shot eyes?&lt;br /&gt;And can you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my strength is failing&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go on this way&lt;br /&gt;And this heart's not beating&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem the same&lt;br /&gt;And my strength is failing&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go on this way&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me, promise me&lt;br /&gt;Promise me, you will not ever leave&lt;br /&gt;Promise me, you will not ever leave&lt;br /&gt;Promise me, you will not ever leave&lt;br /&gt;Promise me, you will not ever leave&lt;br /&gt;You will not ever leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my strength is failing&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go on this way&lt;br /&gt;And this heart's not beating&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem the same&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem the same&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-114096798252631897?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/114096798252631897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=114096798252631897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114096798252631897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114096798252631897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2006/02/recovery.html' title='recovery'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-114078202078953278</id><published>2006-02-24T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T03:55:06.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pour the champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage by panic! at the disco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Applause, applause, no wait wait&lt;br /&gt;Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i tried to rest in right but i kept waking up and falling back to sleep &lt;strong&gt;on objects. &lt;/strong&gt;i slept on my earpiece, mp3, &lt;u&gt;my maths textbook&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;(don't ask how that happen. i just like to roll)&lt;/i&gt; then i finally managed to awaken at 2pm. watched tv, did homework, watched american idol and now on the com. wonderful.. my lifes a bore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much much much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lighter note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im gonna watch &lt;u&gt;final destination 3 tomorrow!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;power la. i really wanted to watch and now im going tmr. yay! excellent.. haha. so i guess im gonna ditch the mass tmr. people tell me its a bore anyway so &lt;em&gt;WHAT THE HEY! &lt;/em&gt;gonna watch with jayshree, sarah and xanne tmr unless there's a change of plans tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant wait to go back to school. i mean seriously. its gonna be a tough time looking for all my teachers so they can give me the test but what the hell right? gotta go what you gotta do. okay gonna do karangan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now where's my kamus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-114078202078953278?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/114078202078953278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=114078202078953278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114078202078953278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114078202078953278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2006/02/pour-champagne.html' title='pour the champagne'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-114070360996857192</id><published>2006-02-23T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:06:50.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im the narrator and this is just the pro-log</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;burnt - i write sins not tragedies by panic! at the disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well back to blogging. i've been sick these past few days. didnt go to school for about 1 week. i think i suck shit. hahaha. and &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; im not going back to my old ways. &lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the &lt;s&gt;vacation&lt;/s&gt;week is coming to a close. i studied and did all my homework so i guess thats an accomplishment for me. i miss sarah, jayshree and jasmit la. i miss my classmates also. im a shit for not going la. i probably missed out on alot but hopefully i can catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats on my adgenda for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;-tuition on saturday. &lt;em&gt;i have 2 okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gig/gigs&lt;br /&gt;-then church at night. &lt;em&gt;its youth mass so what the HEY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats it. i guess with me getting older, my life is getting evern &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MORE&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;boring. you know i cant handle the fact that im 17 this year. i dont look 17, i dont &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;17 either. &lt;s&gt;i have no breast&lt;/s&gt; heeee. thats beside the point. my maturity level hasn't even gone pass 3. i guess i'll be a teen when im 80 alright. thats when i'll get my tatoo. &lt;em&gt;sheeesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im back to blogging cos i have nothing else better to do. weee! the skin i think kinda sucks. i made it myself and the lyrics is from &lt;em&gt;i write sins not tragedies &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;u&gt;PANIC! at the disco&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-114070360996857192?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/114070360996857192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=114070360996857192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114070360996857192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/114070360996857192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-narrator-and-this-is-just-pro-log.html' title='im the narrator and this is just the pro-log'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-113225162121157750</id><published>2005-11-17T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:20:21.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mirame</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - mirame by daddy yankee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rightyo. i havent updated again in eons cos i didnt like my layout. so its back to my old layout. but that doesnt mean i'll update everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got my moustache removed. hehh. finally its gone!&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss jasmitu!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-113225162121157750?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/113225162121157750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=113225162121157750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113225162121157750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113225162121157750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/11/mirame.html' title='mirame'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-113097737456556941</id><published>2005-11-02T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:22:54.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>up the stairs the station the act becomes the art of growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - sic transit gloria.. glory fades by brand new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to blog after many &lt;strong&gt;hours &lt;/strong&gt;of careful consideration. Reason being that i can't sleep and that i'm leaving for Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on with the entry.&lt;br /&gt;it took me approximately 11 hours to pack my luggage for my trip tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;keep in mind that i'm only going for 4 days.&lt;/em&gt; my wonderful sister let me borrow her duffel nike bag. was kinda suprised actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its 8.15 am and i still haven't slept yet. waiting for my parents to wake up so i can bug them to go for breakfast to wake my body up for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes about my band, i have no comment. there are so many changes with the song selection, band members and blah blah. just &lt;u&gt;NO COMMENT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about my future, i'm going to study music for the rest of my life &lt;em&gt;yippee! &lt;/em&gt;i've been playing for almost 5 yrs and my academics aren't any help to me right now. so the plan is to take my O's and off the burkely. HAHH no la. some other place that specialises in guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to blog. i'm feeling groggy. i wanna sleep. i need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fever, the focus.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Die young and save yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickle, the taste of...&lt;br /&gt;It used to be the reason I breathed but now &lt;em&gt;it's choking me up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Die young and save yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-113097737456556941?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/113097737456556941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=113097737456556941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113097737456556941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113097737456556941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/11/up-stairs-station-act-becomes-art-of.html' title='up the stairs the station the act becomes the art of growing up'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-113033973194264408</id><published>2005-10-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:54:19.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waste of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - dance, dance by fall out boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we got letdown. it was too good to be true anyway, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school for the past few days since i know my results and plus its boring. talks talks and more talks. they think its helping us but i doubt completely. Ms sek called my house this morning luckily i was sleeping okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well shall update about yesterday. i woke up at 9am!!! thanks to a certain person!! went all the way to city hall man. to make it worse, i had no means of communication. &lt;em&gt;my phone's a bitch. &lt;/em&gt;After that, met roxanne and compass to pass he the guitar and off we went to TM for the interview. After that due to some last minute complications, we cancelled jamming that day. &lt;strong&gt;SCALLY AH s&lt;/strong&gt;ofie called to say that we could go but we had no drummer so we got a replacement. just for &lt;strong&gt;that session only.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything turned out to be okay cept' that something really pissed me off. two some&lt;em&gt;things &lt;/em&gt;to be exact shant say what or &lt;strong&gt;who&lt;/strong&gt;. ahh whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all thats left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is gonna be playing at third place on the &lt;strong&gt;30th Dec. &lt;/strong&gt;be there! or don't. hahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-113033973194264408?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/113033973194264408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=113033973194264408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113033973194264408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113033973194264408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/10/waste-of-time.html' title='waste of time'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-113018269907656775</id><published>2005-10-24T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:38:19.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear diary, my teen angst has a body count</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - the special two by missy higgins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm starting to listen to song that halpe me remenisce. dont ask why la. its kinda freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was a boring day. &lt;strong&gt;sex sex &lt;/strong&gt;and more &lt;strong&gt;sex. &lt;/strong&gt;As if i'm gonna do it now. please. so troublesome. so many STD's especially crabs! hah! so funny to see people walking around scratching their genitals against palm trees or lamposts. sorry dont mind me, my imaginations tends to run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we checked our results and how many subjects i passed. i got 3! jayshree also got 3! i'm fucking happy la! but something at the back of my head keeps telling me that its not confirmed. damn! but i dont wanna think about it. i saw 3 means its 3 and nothing less. so we all get promoted! WOOOOOOOOOOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its o333 and i'm not alseep. i should be cos i've gotta get to city hall in the early morning. for breakfast with the vampire. hah. no la just joking. then after that, to ah pongs hse to collect the guitar then off to jamming near by! WOOOO! its been a long time since &lt;em&gt;all that's left &lt;/em&gt;has hit the studios so yeah! can't wait. we're still gonna practice eventhough we received a piece of bad information just now. about that, i'm gonna bash her cos i know that she knows that we know that she's lying. LOOSER. nobody can back out of an event like that okay! cos its fucking big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh whatever. gonna hit the sack. TATA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-113018269907656775?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/113018269907656775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=113018269907656775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113018269907656775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113018269907656775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-diary-my-teen-angst-has-body.html' title='dear diary, my teen angst has a body count'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-113008124970957206</id><published>2005-10-23T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T08:50:49.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just an illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - time by chantal kreviazuk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/rawkie1304/joanadam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the song in my blog. i know its totally not me but i like it so YA. If you're wondering who the two people are in the picture, well they're joan and adam. I got hooked onto the song beacuse of the show &lt;em&gt;Joan of Arcadia &lt;/em&gt;its seriously really nice and i think itsbetter than that stupid &lt;strong&gt;O.C &lt;/strong&gt;cos i dont really like the O.C. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday night was fantabulous! Went to the fashion fiesta. saw jayshree and chanel! all very very pretty la. all professional. dammit! i'm so immature. i think i'm stunted. thats just too bad. i'm short, skinny, breastless and buttless. hahh! maybe i could get those for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow is promotion day. i'm shit scared but i'm praying. i hope there's &lt;em&gt;hope... &lt;/em&gt;get it? ahh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k's i'm off to do the band blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Time, where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me here alone?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, don’t go so fast&lt;br /&gt;I’m missing the moments as they pass&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me this time&lt;br /&gt;I’m down I’m down on my knees I’m begging for all your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;But you (I’m just an illusion) you don’t seem to care (I wish that I could)&lt;br /&gt;You humble people everywhere (I don’t mean to hurt you)&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take what you give me. please know that I’m learning&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me this time&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve know better&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t have wasted those days&lt;br /&gt;And afternoons and mornings&lt;br /&gt;I threw them all away&lt;br /&gt;Now this is my time&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to make this moment mine.&lt;br /&gt;(I shouldn’t have wasted those days)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take what you give me. please know that I’m learning&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;My world’s getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me this time &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/13607423-113008124970957206?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/113008124970957206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=113008124970957206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113008124970957206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/113008124970957206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-illusion.html' title='just an illusion'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112991897823282154</id><published>2005-10-21T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:22:58.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>princess fucknut</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - ocean avenue (acoustic) by yellowcard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i haven't updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pffffffffffffffft whatever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was absolutely fun cept' the fact my contacts we're giving trouble and my entire eye was red. hehh. so we checked papers. my results were quite bad. i cried cos i failed my combined humans by 2 fucking little shittyfied marks! what the hell la!! so pissed cos&lt;strong&gt; i studied so hard and these are the results i get???? &lt;/strong&gt;nonetheless, i managed to pass 2 but all not very good la. i had 50 for combined science! &lt;u&gt;ON THE DOT&lt;/u&gt; but what i fear is the overall marks. plus, minus project work, class work and whatever fuck nonsense. i feel that i already got promoted but i know i cant feel this way. at least just not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to contribute this entry to that&lt;em&gt; fatty acid&lt;/em&gt; but she's not worth my blog space so i shant say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow meeting almost the whole of 3C for jayshree's fashion show! yay! so exciting! IDK what to wear! better go try on some clothes now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;if i could find you now things would get better&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/13607423-112991897823282154?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112991897823282154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112991897823282154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112991897823282154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112991897823282154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/10/princess-fucknut_21.html' title='princess fucknut'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112946952433104586</id><published>2005-10-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T06:32:07.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;burnt - note to self by from first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog is a pissnit. she just bit a totally new box of facial cream to fucking shreads. now thats a real bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay haven't updated in a &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;long while. actually i'll update and just about &lt;u&gt;this point&lt;/u&gt;, i'll get bored and close the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well, guess i'm gonna update la. The exams are done so its relaxing time in school. So shiok la. Well, trying to get a job at fish and co' and probably go for the interview on tuesday and see what happens. i've changed the layout! &lt;em&gt;at this point alex is getting very bored and might close the window any second. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna jam after the hols in preparation for the gig! YAYNESS! acoustic jamming first then the norm. All our sessions are now free! WOOOOOTS! haven't decided which studio to go yet maybe katong. i dont know what to type lahh this is friggin lame. i may shut this blog down. FAFAFAFAFAFAFUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;note to self: i miss you terribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is what i call a tragedy&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/13607423-112946952433104586?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112946952433104586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112946952433104586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112946952433104586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112946952433104586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/10/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112888779589327551</id><published>2005-10-09T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:57:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why not</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;burnt - jude law and a semester overboard by brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its been a really &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;long time since i've updated this shithole which is collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some good signs so far:&lt;br /&gt;-the papers were &lt;em&gt;alright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;a confrim on the december gig!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;my pimples are clearing up&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;suprisingly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i've got a new phone&lt;br /&gt;-i've learnt to let go and accept the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea! so far, so good!&lt;br /&gt;i just pray that the results are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes my band &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all that's left&lt;/span&gt; is playing in the month of december so come watch and support! will post further information later on during the month due to secrecy but i'll post it soon so &lt;u&gt;COME&lt;/u&gt; and try not to laugh too. haha. some people think we're not good enough and not ready. well, i dont know. we're still gonna try anyhow and if we fall flat on our faces, lets just hope that when we fall, the impact will disfigure our faces so you wont be able to recognise us and taunt us. we're gonna be playing unholy confessions, deadbolt, rum is for drinking not for burning, you give love a bad name (atreyu cover), jude law and a semester overboard and drive me crazy (sugarcoma cover). we may play more depending on time we have to practice and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for the exams, i just wanna get promoted. i want my whole class to get promoted. i've grown too attached to my class not to get promoted okay. we have fought the good fight now all we've gotta do is pray for the Lord to save our souls. sarah, jayshree, janet and i wanna get jobs so that we can earn some money during the hols. maybe go out on a shopping spree! i know i need new stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for &lt;u&gt;him&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i told you i have given up and today, after &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; piece of information and for my eyes to see it for myself, has given me &lt;u&gt;MORE&lt;/u&gt; reason to forget. you have changed so much in the past few months and its a drastic change that i know not only i can see but your close ones can too. what the heck happened to you??? you used to be so nice now all i see is just your ego getting bigger and bigger by the second its just sad to watch another &lt;/i&gt;good one&lt;/i&gt; go just like that but cant be help right? oh well i just hope you'll change in your own time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112888779589327551?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112888779589327551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112888779589327551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112888779589327551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112888779589327551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-not.html' title='why not'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112808239073990509</id><published>2005-09-30T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T05:13:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;burnt - like a prayer by rufio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well everything still sucks so i guess nothing has &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; changed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is relatively boring.&lt;br /&gt;stayed up till 5am studying but i was on the phone half the time but i did get some work done. I think at this pace, i wont be able to cover the topics i need to study for social studies in time. fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at the holiday inn today and I will be until the exams end. My mother said that it'll give her some peace of mind but what she doesn't know it's actually its giving &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everythings wrong today.&lt;br /&gt;feel so seperated from the world. I didn't receive much calls or smses today. Practically &lt;u&gt;NOBODY&lt;/u&gt; talked or replied to me on MSN. I refuse to believe that MSN is cocking up on me again. &lt;u&gt;Friendster sucks&lt;/u&gt; cos it keeps lagging. My edits don't appear, my &lt;b&gt;VIDEO IS GONE&lt;/b&gt; bye bye atreyu. fuck. Blogger is not any better. My entry space became so fucking small that i have to enter "&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" and stuff. so annoying and i'm getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;s&gt;the fucker&lt;/s&gt; he is being a bitch. i wouldn't have thought he was &lt;b&gt;exactly&lt;/b&gt; like the rest of them. all &lt;u&gt;fuckers&lt;/u&gt;. i'm just gonna leave him alone. by girls liking you somehow has boosted your ego. i hate egoist so fuck off really. no cannot! you have something of mine! so not yet. there may be a slight chance reducing your over-grown head back down to size. so sorry, guess i'm not the one to help since we're no longer speaking! &lt;b&gt;FUCKER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry there's no colour in this entry since blogger is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112808239073990509?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112808239073990509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112808239073990509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112808239073990509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112808239073990509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/burnt-like-prayer-by-rufio-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112808222439021079</id><published>2005-09-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T05:10:24.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf is wrong with blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;burnt - like a prayer by rufio&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well everything still sucks so i guess nothing has &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; changed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is relatively boring.&lt;br /&gt;stayed up till 5am studying but i was on the phone half the time but i did get some work done. I think at this pace, i wont be able to cover the topics i need to study for social studies in time. &lt;i&gt;fuck it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at &lt;i&gt;the holiday inn&lt;/i&gt; today and I will be until the exams end. My mother said that it'll give her some peace of mind but what she doesn't know it's actually its giving &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everythings wrong today.&lt;br /&gt;feel so seperated from the world. I didn't receive much calls or smses today. Practically &lt;u&gt;NOBODY&lt;/u&gt; talked or replied to me on MSN. I refuse to believe that MSN is cocking up on me again. &lt;u&gt;Friendster sucks&lt;/u&gt; cos it keeps lagging. My edits don't appear, my &lt;b&gt;VIDEO IS GONE&lt;/b&gt; bye bye atreyu. fuck. Blogger is not any better. My entry space became so fucking small that i have to enter "&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" and stuff. so annoying and i'm getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;s&gt;the fucker&lt;/s&gt; he is being a bitch. i wouldn't have thought he was &lt;b&gt;exactly&lt;/b&gt; like the rest of them. all &lt;u&gt;fuckers&lt;/u&gt;. i'm just gonna leave him alone. by girls liking you somehow has boosted your ego. i hate egoist so fuck off really. no cannot! you have something of mine! so not yet. there may be a slight chance reducing your &lt;i&gt;over-grown&lt;/i&gt; head back down to size. so sorry, guess i'm not the one to help since we're no longer speaking! &lt;b&gt;FUCKER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so sorry there's no colour in this entry since blogger is fucked up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112808222439021079?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112808222439021079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112808222439021079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112808222439021079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112808222439021079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/wtf-is-wrong-with-blogger.html' title='wtf is wrong with blogger'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112793795207048258</id><published>2005-09-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:05:52.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am hates who i've been</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - who i am hates who i've been by relient k&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD! okay fine i just visited this retarded band blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, its like this band &lt;em&gt;who is not popular or well liked &lt;/em&gt;has a band blog. WHY??? well i don't know. they think they're really &lt;em&gt;pro &lt;/em&gt;and better than anyone else. i mean why have a band blog when you're not even &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;good la. i'm not saying that my band is damn good cos my band doesn't have a band blog. stupid pissnits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;i like his smell.&lt;br /&gt;i know its weird la but he smells of soap? haha. i'm sucha perv and i think he'll hate me if he find out i'm sorta smelling him. haha gross la. well, maybe he's just a clean fellow? so i guess thats good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still kinda pissed about the whole thing. i just wish things would go back to normal. the way it was. i was watching &lt;em&gt;girl, interrupted &lt;/em&gt;just now and kept turning over my phone to see if i've received any sms from you but obviously not. kinda sucks la.. the feeling i mean. can take it la if not, i would not be strong and mighty &lt;u&gt;princess alex&lt;/u&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without you i equal &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112793795207048258?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112793795207048258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112793795207048258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112793795207048258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112793795207048258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-i-am-hates-who-ive-been.html' title='who i am hates who i&apos;ve been'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112773466550841692</id><published>2005-09-26T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T04:37:45.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of all the gin joints in all the world</title><content type='html'>burnt - of all the gin joints of all the world by fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;today???&lt;br /&gt;okay i went home early cos i kena gastric. felt like vometting man so sick but after that it was okay. actually i didnt need to go home la. all i needed was to eat. so well, my mother came to pick me up and she brought me to eat but i couldn't. don't know why. after that, i just felt like vometting all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;well, went to macs.. wait actually that was saturday. i actually got alot done even with wilson's constant chain of annoying rubbish. so all in all, it was fun and quite productive on my part. it was fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for tomorrow, there's english exam. so yea! FINALS! WOO HOO! one down and several more to go! i just pray that i'll do well enough to reach my aunty's standards and get the thing that i've wanted for long time!!! my insentive to pass. then it'll be esplanade in december. exciting la. cant wait but i must not let this distract me from my studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on another note, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm giving up and i know you wont believe me cos i think i've said it one too many times before. oh well, too late now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;off all the gin joints of the world&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You only hold me up like this&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you&lt;br /&gt;We're making out inside crashed cars&lt;br /&gt;We're sleeping through all our memories&lt;br /&gt;I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now I only waste it dreaming of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness&lt;br /&gt;Cause all of our moves make up for the silence&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;Like I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only hold me up like this&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I used to waste my time on&lt;br /&gt;Waste my time on&lt;br /&gt;Waste my time dreaming of being alive (now I only waste it dreaming of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness&lt;br /&gt;Cause all of our moves make up for the silence&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;Like I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you, no&lt;br /&gt;I've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you, no&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying&lt;br /&gt;You only hold me up like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness&lt;br /&gt;Cause all of our moves make up for the silence&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the way your makeup stains&lt;br /&gt;Like I'll never be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112773466550841692?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112773466550841692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112773466550841692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112773466550841692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112773466550841692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-all-gin-joints-in-all-world.html' title='of all the gin joints in all the world'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112732861094782072</id><published>2005-09-21T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:50:10.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly everythings change</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - suddenly everythings changed by bethany joy lenz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard this song on &lt;em&gt;one tree hill &lt;/em&gt;today and its kinda stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its o242 and i'm up &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i haven't finished my work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you know why???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because Alex is/or a nig procrastinator and a lazy ass. i mean 2 days off from school and practically &lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;is done. I didn't even finish my tuition homework. Shivali is gonna kill me tomorrow and i'll never see the light of day! &lt;em&gt;okay maybe that was abit dramatized &lt;/em&gt;but nonetheless, she's still gonna scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chang has officially gone bonkers okay. i mean &lt;u&gt;WHY SO MANY PAGES OF PHYSICS!&lt;/u&gt; i swear he wanted to kill us but i think he was just waiting for the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are drawing near and i'm freaking nervous. i've been &lt;strong&gt;trying &lt;/strong&gt;to work hard but its really tough. i have the nature of a lazy bum and i'm trying to break that habit. I am quite excited for the finals cos its the end of school then i'll be able to make my decision. to continue school or private candidate. i just hope i actually have the choice to make. i'm just gonna do my best for the papers and put what Shivali has thought me to good use and just work hard until the papers come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still procrastinating as my physics will not get done on its own &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eventhough i wish it did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but still, no pain no gain right? hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112732861094782072?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112732861094782072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112732861094782072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112732861094782072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112732861094782072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/suddenly-everythings-change.html' title='suddenly everythings change'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112724337762765823</id><published>2005-09-20T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:09:37.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rest in pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - rest in pieces by saliva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyoo!&lt;br /&gt;i did not go to school today. well, i have no reason for not going but i still went to the doctor and got 2 day MC so yea. HOORAY! yea yea yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, woke up ard 2 and headed to the polyclinic to take MC. wasted about 1hr 45 mins of my life waiting for the doctor &lt;em&gt;but it was worth it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanne told the leprechaun boy he was the leprechaun boy. I knew he suspected it so yea. hurr hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could tell &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; also but its just too bad cos he's starting to piss me off and i didnt want our &lt;s&gt;relationship&lt;/s&gt; friendship to become like this but i guess i'm blaming you. hehh. and i am taking some of the blame for not telling you earlier. maybe it could have changed things? &lt;strong&gt;NAHH.&lt;/strong&gt; then i would have just been kidding myself. i tend to do that sometimes.. OKAY fine. most of the time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess tmr, i'm gonna spend the whole day studying since nobody's at home. yea yea yea. should be condusive unless all the freaks decide to stay home tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden liking for &lt;em&gt;franz ferdinand&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;pants&lt;/u&gt; cos i'm watching a video by them and they look quite good i might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i guess thats it. this entry lacks emotion whats to ever.&lt;br /&gt;before i go, i'll leave you with just one question for you to ponder on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's up with guys and gothic girls????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112724337762765823?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112724337762765823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112724337762765823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112724337762765823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112724337762765823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/rest-in-pieces.html' title='rest in pieces'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112715621601091897</id><published>2005-09-19T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:56:56.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good intentions wont change anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - angels by within temptation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm awake now, so why not blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today was okay. i miss my friends. i miss hanging with them but i guess this was the best thing for everyone. i have good friends like shyan, shangari and cheryl. they helped me get through the day today. love them loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I ATE MOONCAKE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time okay. and its nice eh but i still find the egg disgusting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for saturday la. i'm like jumping up and down in my seat. i'm freaking excited la! AHHHHHH! we're gonna study like shit man! from 10.30pm to 6.30am. i think we'll survive. right phlemm??? aren't we nocturnal? yes yes with macdonalds to our rescue, we'll be fine. did i tell you that there was a guy that looked like Gurmit Singh??? poor fellow. wonder what his mother looks like? hehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my brother/sister is not going to school tmr and so i wont go too. its gonna be a study day for me tmr and i promise to get up as early as possible. yea yea yea. my tutor wrote out a study timetable for me which i am actually gonna follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I see the angels,&lt;br /&gt;I'll lead them to your door&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape now&lt;br /&gt;no mercy no more&lt;br /&gt;No remorse cause I still remember&lt;br /&gt;the smile when you tore me apart &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/13607423-112715621601091897?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112715621601091897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112715621601091897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112715621601091897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112715621601091897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-intentions-wont-change-anything.html' title='good intentions wont change anything'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112706322692276612</id><published>2005-09-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:07:06.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;burnt - hammers and hearts by daphne loves derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as well update since my entries are in urgent need of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad. &lt;strong&gt;sad sad sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont think its about the clique thing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;this entry is about a certain someone who's there, but not quite there&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad. and its your fault so i guess i'm blaming you indirectly and i know its quite mean cos you didnt really do anything. its just your exsistance. your just there for me to get jealous or angry or even &lt;strong&gt;depressed&lt;/strong&gt;. I find that quite schocking cos this is a stupid reason to get depressed over but thank you lucky stars i'm not type or person who slits their wrist and cries for days. thank you lucky stars i'm the kind that hides my emotions and only vends it out to my good friends and luckily they're the kind that just laughs at me and then i'll realise how stupid i am to actually be depressed over this kinda thing. well, i cant stop girls from flying at you left, right and center right???? unless i decide to play skeet shooting and start shooting them before you notice that they're coming at your face. oh well, what can i do right? i'm &lt;em&gt;not your type, colour, shape and what you can call a girlfriend. &lt;/em&gt;MAN. i'm making myself sound pathetic but i dont care la. let this be a lesson in life for me, that i shouldn't do all the chasing as it gets me nowhere and leaves me tired. but i do enjoy seeing you and i'll miss the times we did. so yea. too bad. so sad. woo hoo. alex is dumb and pathetic. i'm &lt;strong&gt;WAYY &lt;/strong&gt;out of your league and i shall leave it at that. i'll try to stop chasing &lt;em&gt;(kejar-kejar) &lt;/em&gt;but somehow i dont think its possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 hours deep&lt;br /&gt;it was enough time to see that everything has changed for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for birthday wishes&lt;br /&gt;ive been too busy with my memories you made me&lt;br /&gt;i dont think ill get over it&lt;br /&gt;to be honest i cant see how this could be fair&lt;br /&gt;im so alone but you seem to be just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me to think&lt;br /&gt;good intentions wont change everything&lt;br /&gt;this could be the last day i hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;and stay and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 hours deep&lt;br /&gt;oh, it was enough time for you to change everything for me&lt;br /&gt;20 hours deep&lt;br /&gt;i'm drowning myself with thoughts of you and you're comforting&lt;br /&gt;tell me how this is fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me to think&lt;br /&gt;good intentions wont change everything&lt;br /&gt;this could be the last day i hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;and stay and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;stay away ..&lt;br /&gt;stay away ..&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me to think&lt;br /&gt;good intentions wont change everything&lt;br /&gt;this could be the last day that ii'll hold my breath and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me to think&lt;br /&gt;good intentions wont change everything&lt;br /&gt;this could be the last day i hold my breath and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;stay away&lt;br /&gt;good intentions won't change anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'll hold my breath and wait for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112706322692276612?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112706322692276612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112706322692276612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112706322692276612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112706322692276612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/one.html' title='one'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112704312674163413</id><published>2005-09-18T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T06:00:31.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beside me</title><content type='html'>burnt - beside me by forty foot echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are dicks. at least some are not. i only have 3 &lt;strong&gt;VERY VERY VERY &lt;/strong&gt;good friends and i thank God for them la. man i do miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming and i want school to be over really badly. i may be stopping school this year and do private. i think i need it la. break away from this &lt;em&gt;"clique" &lt;/em&gt;no offence to anyone on particular, but i hate cliques. the moment you call a group of friends a &lt;em&gt;clique &lt;/em&gt;sure will have problems. i dont know la. i'm leaving it as that. so i'm a liar and i'm irresponsible and blah blah. well, there is a reason that i lie is that if i tell you the truth, you will be too childsh to handle it anyway. thats whats bugging me. the hate between all of us is imense so therefore, i'll be the one to make the first move. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck you, fuck care and goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this morning was awesome! my first time sneaking out and i got caught. but none the less, it was fun. adrenalline pumping i might say. hurr hurr. i went macs to study at 3 am with wilson. there was alot of students there studying. so cool la.. really it was. but i wont sneak out again since i got caught. i'll tell her before i go next time. yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my brother is mopping the floor so i gotta go disturb him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112704312674163413?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112704312674163413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112704312674163413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112704312674163413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112704312674163413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/beside-me.html' title='beside me'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112632987493293902</id><published>2005-09-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:24:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got to let me face up to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - so hate consequences by relient k&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up at 1pm today and the tutor came into the room while i was sleeping. oh well, guess she does that all the time. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was quite amusing la. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;loan&lt;/u&gt; shark boy and lava girl. &lt;/em&gt;so to me, the show was kinda retarded. i mean the glasses were cool and all, but the whole show was like in blue and red. kena headache after that la. the show was meant for children la cos i kept laughing at the sad parts so yea. but i wouldn't watch it if i were you. and please don't watch it to get the cool glasses okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that headed for dinner. went to billy bombers and ordered too much. century square was bloody madness yesterday i tell you. it was some kinda ladies night thing and only women were allowed to get into the shopping center. pfffffffffffffffffffft. utter rubbish la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, called Xanne and talked until 4.3oam! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart pain la, heart pain. really it is. i think cupid's a bastard. like where the hell is he sticking up his arrows huh? wrong place, wrong time! people got exams coming you know! school starting know! wtf la &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; cupid! &lt;em&gt;hehh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112632987493293902?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112632987493293902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112632987493293902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112632987493293902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112632987493293902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/got-to-let-me-face-up-to-this.html' title='got to let me face up to this'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112619965052336183</id><published>2005-09-08T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:14:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - over it by rufio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is shit&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe the night was shit.&lt;br /&gt;but its still shit.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe only just now was shit.&lt;br /&gt;yea just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its shit. everythings shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its like just a small matter and maybe i'm over-reacting or whatever but i still feel.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like shit&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;but it doesn't matter does it? cos he doesn't give a damn. but its not his fault. &lt;u&gt;i only blame her&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;freaking whore. fat ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;overbearing aunty:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;how was the library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: &lt;/em&gt;great! studied history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;overbearing aunty:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i only could speak the truth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;overbearing aunty:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;how was the library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: &lt;/em&gt;i didnt go cos i went to watch pple jam. please dont ask who cos its none of your business please so shut up and go fuck a spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;overbearing aunty:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh, yes i went to wee lee instead of the library. &lt;strong&gt;SO?????&lt;/strong&gt; it was fun overall. wilson's a pro, ben's a pro, roxanne's a pro and i just suck. &lt;strong&gt;tried &lt;/strong&gt;to play buried a lie and unholy confessions. but i still suck. yea yea yea i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so today started out great and ended like &lt;em&gt;PJJJJT &lt;/em&gt;i know how to spell &lt;em&gt;PJJJT &lt;/em&gt;ain't it cool! hoo hoo! i'm joining BSF. i have to forget this fella la. out of my bloody leauge or maybe just blocked by a &lt;s&gt;fucking whore&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;another girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr, i'm gonna watch &lt;em&gt;loan shark and lava girl &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow with phlemm. hopefully it can cheer me up abit. no more boys for me. not saying i'm a lesbian :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112619965052336183?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112619965052336183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112619965052336183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112619965052336183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112619965052336183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-shit.html' title='this is shit'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112577822102210188</id><published>2005-09-04T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T13:16:29.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>byob</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - B.Y.O.B by system of a down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is really funny shit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LALALALALALALALA oooooooh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go to church for mass at 445 pm but decided to head to TP library to finish up my math TYS questions. Reached there abt 4.30pm.. went to some village part of TP to find roxanne who was actually ahead of me??? confusing la. i dont get myself. anyways, went to the 3rd floor, found wilson and his friend. there was no place so roxanne and i had to sit on the floor but it wasn't all that uncomfortable.. for me la but roxanne was wearing a skirt. luckily i lent her my jacket to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did my math then went to the kopitiam to eat. there was this pondan who was working at &lt;strong&gt;banquet &lt;/strong&gt;and i didnt know it was a man. okay fine i just thought she was a damn ugly lady. hurr hurr. well, i ate bee hoon that tasted of vomet to me. maybe cos i wasn't hungry. well, after that went back up to continue doing work. we managed to find a table which made no difference whatsoever since the bloody chair was so far away from the table. so i ended up with my legs on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxanne and i left around 8plus and took a cab to church. today was &lt;em&gt;st pius &lt;/em&gt;feast day. &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS$O&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i stood there amongst the crowd waiting for the place to suddenly incinerate on its own. &lt;em&gt;like that will ever happen.&lt;/em&gt; saw a whole lot of pple. met branson and i'm still shorter than him. after the crowd went up to the verbist for &lt;em&gt;i-dont-know-what, &lt;/em&gt;sat with roxanne downstairs awaiting leon's call which he didnt after all. then roxanne left and i was left downstairs wating for the princess to be done with his &lt;em&gt;"party" &lt;/em&gt;so i just listened to my MP3 and did malay homework. &lt;em&gt;YIPPEE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to 711 and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i need to get new pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mine are stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;double pedalling is not like running&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i want to buy clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;i need to see him&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i think :)&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/13607423-112577822102210188?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112577822102210188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112577822102210188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112577822102210188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112577822102210188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/byob.html' title='byob'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112558265231185229</id><published>2005-09-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:50:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reinventing your exit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - reinventing your exit by underoath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's seriously fucked.&lt;br /&gt;woke up today with a blocked nose and a splitting headache. was supposed to go to the library but since i'm sick, roxanne's sick, wilson's sick so we didnt go but wilson went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la. i'm so uncertain. looking back at life, makes me feel damn sad that i'm held back by a year. i feel so sad that my friends are graduating this year or next year. the fact that i'm not gonna experience poly or JC life just kills me. i'm still trying but something just makes me wanna stop schooling next year and start applying for overseas education but now the thought of leaving everyone behind kills me even more. well life stinks. but i've gotta hand it to myself cos i make people think that my life rules. actually i'm just a really good liar. i hide my problems and thats damn sad. if i let it out, people will find it annoying. so i'll just shut up for now and let my blog do the talking. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vender?&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;up against the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shivali didn't show up. so i guess she cant get her present. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're jamming again probably next week. &lt;strong&gt;not 3 hrs please &lt;/strong&gt;unless you want all of us to die from exhaustion and leave holes in our pockets. gonna try and learn &lt;em&gt;hold you heart by letter kills &lt;/em&gt;. That song sucks cos it reminds me of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and that makes me just feel sick inside cos &lt;s&gt;&lt;u&gt;i can't have you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Thats not fair la. you only like the sausage lips. whatever la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112558265231185229?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112558265231185229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112558265231185229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112558265231185229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112558265231185229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/09/reinventing-your-exit.html' title='reinventing your exit'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112551112717741550</id><published>2005-08-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:02:53.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm caught in suspension</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - suspension by mae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the mansion now cos godma's gone away to LA until wednesday so i guess i'll be staying here til' then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i faked sick since i wanted to miss ACES day/teachers day. doctors are stupid. no la. i'm just a very good liar :) &lt;s&gt;i say second option&lt;/s&gt; anyways, today has been sorta a mix feeling kinda day.. get what i mean? i guess not. cos i dont get myself at this point. i usually laugh at this point which goes a little something like &lt;em&gt;"hahahaha"&lt;/em&gt; i'm just really tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is annoying. he keeps playing shit music on his pocket PC &lt;strong&gt;while i'm playing music &lt;/strong&gt;i mean can't he just shut the fuck up. asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea its gonna be a long &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weekend.. about 7days????? haha. coolness. but i still need to go back to school to finish up the editing my videos with qiaolin, jayshree, sarah and the rest la. i'm too tired to list em' all down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA i got a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very random &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably going out tmr with Xanne. &lt;em&gt;study study study study&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL LOVE TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;going to the library tmr. maybe i'll &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be able to finish up my TYS questions for Shivali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want tuition tmr really. i'm dead tired from the past weeks in school with the video and stuff. i dont think today was enough rest for me. still shit tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are mosquito's flying around my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i swear one of them has a craving for my eyelid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;better not close my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as today passed, i've actually &lt;strong&gt;and finally &lt;/strong&gt;seen the effects of mood swings and i &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; have mood swings ah. from the start of today, i told myself &lt;em&gt;"turn your phone off to save money and resist from messaging him cos he is annoyed with your constant chain of crap" &lt;/em&gt;so i turned off my phone. after that, i felt like shit cos he didnt message at all. then, i kept turning my phone on and off, on and off, on and off and so the story goes. LALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, my itchy fingers got the best of me. &lt;em&gt;dang it alex!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats done is done, everything is somewhat &lt;strong&gt;normal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go eat tom yam! someone come with me please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112551112717741550?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112551112717741550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112551112717741550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112551112717741550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112551112717741550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-caught-in-suspension.html' title='i&apos;m caught in suspension'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112490084017455887</id><published>2005-08-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:27:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - firewater by yellowcard (punk goes acoustic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was today was okay. it kinda started out like shit.&lt;br /&gt;outside physics class, ms sek started screaming at me. lucky she didnt book me man. phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during physics, did some questions and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to qiaolin's hse to help her act for her film. its really funny! i had to wear her mothers pj's. i swear i looked like a maid OKAY. we left the house at around 5 plus? yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the lift down and i saw wilson and ben! since qiaolin's hse is &lt;strong&gt;just in front of monfort &lt;/strong&gt;was kinda suprised to see them though but they didnt see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, today was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;awesome!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;personal reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so fucking happy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tmr, i need to stay back &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been staying back almost everyday now. but after this week, &lt;strong&gt;NO MORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we can all start studying for our finals. i'm really scared for the finals la. i'm already starting to study and tuition homework is a killer man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh bummmer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my life sucks now. i have really important decision to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;before today, i decided to give up. but now, all i wanna do is keep on trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;something in the back of my mind tells me that its all a waste of time. i cant believe i have your picture as my wallpaper. what am i gonna do??? this is the first time i've ever been like this and i hate it. i'm supposed to be the matchmaker so what the hell am i doing??? i cant delete your messages in my inbox eventhough its overflowing. fuck this feeling sucks. i don't know what to do. someone please tell me! he's still cute &lt;u&gt;to me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;x---------------------paperhearts wont win this time&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/13607423-112490084017455887?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112490084017455887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112490084017455887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112490084017455887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112490084017455887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/ohio.html' title='ohio'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112461411995597560</id><published>2005-08-21T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:48:39.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one for the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - plays pretty for baby by saosin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town yesterday with Xanne and Sofie.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun despite some major annoyances.&lt;br /&gt;FISH IS STUPID&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a liar and an asshole. as well as a fucker. okay so yea i was quite pissed off cos i missed my grandmothers birthday dinner for the faggot. OH WELL. he's a guy what more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the maid was alright la. not as scary as i thought it would be. khai tried scaring me a few times but it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go clean the orphanage today but i fucking mother didnt let me go. she wanted to see a &lt;strong&gt;CONSENT FORM. cb lah &lt;/strong&gt;now everyone angry with me. but i'm fucking pissed la cos its like a small matter only. i don't know la. i feel like we're all gonna split up and it sucks okay. i don't know what to do but i'm trying. there are so many restrictions like my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOTHER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so don't think that its my outside activities okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing more to say. i'm just damn pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112461411995597560?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112461411995597560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112461411995597560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112461411995597560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112461411995597560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-for-road.html' title='one for the road'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112429688267857454</id><published>2005-08-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:41:22.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plays pretty for baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - i can tell by saosin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayye.&lt;br /&gt;haven't updated in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school today cos mummy dearest didn't wake me up on time.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm. back to sleep again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love my tutor okay. she bought me something for passing my common tests! its damn nice la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112429688267857454?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112429688267857454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112429688267857454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112429688267857454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112429688267857454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/plays-pretty-for-baby.html' title='plays pretty for baby'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112403702441351805</id><published>2005-08-14T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:30:24.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and its, gone going</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;burnt - gone going by black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my decision to blog has left me at a lost for words. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what to blog la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays well, family mass yesterday. It was okay la. Made so many mistakes but thats okay since i only had the music early that morning. Saw a whole bunch of people there. I can actually say that i &lt;em&gt;miss &lt;/em&gt;the church people la. Some of them have completely changed???? i mean i just saw some dufus become something of a &lt;em&gt;babe magnet??? &lt;/em&gt;or maybe he's still a looser??? i dont care he looks cute. then there's the ultimate.. &lt;strong&gt;THE BACKSIDE &lt;/strong&gt;please man? whats up with your hair??? really man. i'll stick to my theory that you are only good looking, when you're on the good side, which is obviously my side :) i'm sucha ass. LINUS GAVE ME A CAP! I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to phlemm's hse for a BBQ. nice steak :) but i got gastric. lucky i didnt have to leave my mark in your toilet. after that, well... &lt;em&gt;its a blurr &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i slept at 7 am talking to Xanne and Sof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one question is still lingering in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DOES HE LIKE FRUITS SO MUCH! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really. &lt;u&gt;WHY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well. just isn't meant to be la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck with this song all cos of SARAH FONG!&lt;br /&gt;was at her hse yesterday doing a math project. had lotsa fun! took so many photos! we didnt actually get down to the project but we eventually will la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And its gone..gone..going..&lt;br /&gt;gone..everything gone..give a damn..&lt;br /&gt;gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing..&lt;br /&gt;gone people..up arkward with their things..&lt;br /&gt;Gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112403702441351805?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112403702441351805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112403702441351805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112403702441351805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112403702441351805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-its-gone-going.html' title='and its, gone going'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112368959025605848</id><published>2005-08-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:59:50.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burn it down</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - burn it down by A7X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw something really stupid la. kinda scary actually. thats &lt;strong&gt;way too long.&lt;/strong&gt; if he expects me to be like that he can go fuck a wall like how he did her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma stuck in a rut. cos this guy is so fucking cute!! hehh. well i cant have him. &lt;strong&gt;VERY OBVIOUS REASONS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and besides, i dont want him what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to school tmr. i've been sick la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. national day was good. went to &lt;em&gt;the oriental hotel &lt;/em&gt;to watch the fireworks. june, tommy, their daughter ariel, godma, godpa, patrick and josh were all there. ordered room service. the fireworks were right in front of our faces! had a great view. all in all, it was good. took some pictures. will upload them tmr or something. too lazy. has anyone noticed that i've been blogging in short sentances???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, thats beside the point. i'm still in shock after reading the testi-&lt;strong&gt;MOLE. &lt;/strong&gt;i mean &lt;u&gt;WHY SO LONG LA!&lt;/u&gt; but i shouldn't have went snooping around la. but i didnt really want to find out la. it was kinda accidental? hurr hurr. at least i know la and the game is on man! the gloves are off! okay i'm talking shit now. i'm just trying to make this entry long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want a sensitive man, who cries when i hit him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112368959025605848?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112368959025605848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112368959025605848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112368959025605848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112368959025605848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/burn-it-down.html' title='burn it down'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112340156974127321</id><published>2005-08-07T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T01:02:19.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sub</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - burn it down by A7X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substation yesterday with alex and sofie. met my fish :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i think he's growing on me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had nothing to wear cept' my sisters skirt which was super super &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;short. i sat down on the floor and my skirt was nicely going up. luckily had my bag to cover :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't mosh! cos my skirt was too short and plus i didnt wanna &lt;em&gt;pang-seh &lt;/em&gt;alex. yes i am a good child. the bands were greaaat! and the energy was &lt;strong&gt;HYPEEEEEEE!! &lt;/strong&gt;damn shoik. Khai attempted several times to throw me in the moshpit but failed. hehh. then there was this stupid bald dickhead. really old &lt;s&gt;and ugly&lt;/s&gt; just irritated the shit outta me. sofie moshed several times.. saw her get thrown out.. BRUTAL MAN. haha. the moshpit was great. the last band that i heard play was awesome la. shiok la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SHALL WEAR PANTS NEXT TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to pastamania for carbonara which was super nice but kept &lt;u&gt;growing.&lt;/u&gt; had some problem with a jealous &lt;s&gt;ah lian&lt;/s&gt; girlfriend. very stupid but its over. after that, headed home. phlemm got on the 31 bus and made me wait for 12 that &lt;strong&gt;didn't even pass there&lt;/strong&gt;. nevermind la. we ended up at tanah merah MRT anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, attempted to wash the stamp of my arm but failed. &lt;strong&gt;khai scrubbed his arm with detol&lt;/strong&gt;. at least i know he's hygenic. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112340156974127321?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112340156974127321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112340156974127321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112340156974127321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112340156974127321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/sub.html' title='sub'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112325734986668322</id><published>2005-08-05T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:55:49.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cos we are bad news</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wont get sued by fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright.&lt;br /&gt;i pissed ms sek off today. but just a lil'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i slept through my paper &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time. i didnt even study anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tmr's the gig!&lt;/u&gt; and i have not asked my mother about the gig la. i dont know how to ask her. i think i'm afraid of rejection. ooh look! i just gave wesley my blog address! &lt;strong&gt;HI WES! &lt;/strong&gt;my drummer is cute (: &lt;em&gt;that was very random &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the jamming session. really i cant take it anymore. haven't played for a while. my fingers are itchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO STAY IN PHLEMM'S MANSION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;s&gt;need&lt;/s&gt; want to stay in phlemm's mansion! i need to run around in big compounds!! i need to raid her fridge! too big for her family. TOO MUCH FOOD! i'm in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters put this record down&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice &lt;strong&gt;'cause we are bad news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;We will leave you high and dry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth the hearing you'll lose&lt;br /&gt;It's just past 8:00 and I'm feeling young and reckless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ribbon on my wrist says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Do not open before Christmas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only liars, but we're the best&lt;br /&gt;We're only good for the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;We're only good so you can have almost famous friends&lt;br /&gt;Besides we've got such good fashion sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters-put these words down&lt;br /&gt;Into your notebook, spit lines like these:&lt;br /&gt;"We're good friends only when you're on your knees"&lt;br /&gt;Make them dance like we were shooting their feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just past 8:00 and I'm feeling young and reckless&lt;br /&gt;The ribbon on my wrist says:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do not open before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only liars, but we're the best&lt;br /&gt;We're only good for the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;We're only good so you can have almost famous friends&lt;br /&gt;Besides we've got such good fashion sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only liars, but we're the best&lt;br /&gt;We're only good for the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only liars, but we're the best&lt;br /&gt;We're only good for the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;We're only good so you can have almost famous friends&lt;br /&gt;Besides we've got such good fashion sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112325734986668322?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112325734986668322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112325734986668322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112325734986668322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112325734986668322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/cos-we-are-bad-news.html' title='cos we are bad news'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112315818217889848</id><published>2005-08-04T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T05:23:02.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;burnt - only ashes by something corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its been a bad day, another bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all i wanna do is look at you and know i'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes today sucked completely.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;thought &lt;/strong&gt;i could score for my maths but &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;the fucking paper was a &lt;s&gt;lie&lt;/s&gt; joke lah okay. i demand a fucking re-test!&lt;br /&gt;no trig came out. it was all bloody congruency.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it la. i need to study more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow's history. i'm just gonna run through the thing then its off to happyland for me. not gonna crack my brain for this one. especially when the baboon arse was my subject teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. i'll be staying at aunty yvonne's place for a few days while she's away. so thats a plus.&lt;br /&gt;now i've gotta beg &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mummy dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to let me stay at the holiday inn! then for the substation thing and then for jamming session on sunday. &lt;em&gt;strategise alex. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;piece by piece, and bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;i'll break this down for you, real slow&lt;br /&gt;but i can't whisper all of this&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to let this go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell as you turn, i smell the sulfur so clear&lt;br /&gt;and fire's a beautiful sound&lt;br /&gt;and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear&lt;br /&gt;and ashes just fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;yeah we're only ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112315818217889848?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112315818217889848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112315818217889848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112315818217889848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112315818217889848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/try.html' title='try'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112306047212080046</id><published>2005-08-03T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:14:32.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like violence</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - violence by blink 182&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a proper update?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a shitty day. had bio and physics paper today.&lt;br /&gt;i really thought that my physics paper had hope. little did i know, that Mr Chang had &lt;strong&gt;already &lt;/strong&gt;finished marking all the papers by &lt;u&gt;recess time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he gave us our marks and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i failed by one stupid stinking pathethic fucking retarded &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;as you can probably see, i'm damn unhappy now. its like i &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;felt that i was aborbing whatever was taught to me &lt;s&gt;this time round&lt;/s&gt; and theres still no bloody use. i have finally come to realise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alex is a stupid child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap la. i'm SO not happy la. damn fed up with myself.&lt;br /&gt;now the only thing i can fall back on in my maths.&lt;br /&gt;and if i dont, i'm so fucking screwed la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112306047212080046?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112306047212080046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112306047212080046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112306047212080046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112306047212080046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/like-violence.html' title='like violence'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112299751222699854</id><published>2005-08-02T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:45:12.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - on my own by the used&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. update. just for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;social studies was a drag. i'm so gonna fail that la.&lt;br /&gt;had tuition with shivali just now. &lt;strong&gt;again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she bought me &lt;em&gt;roti boy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep halfway. i think she got pissed.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm gonna study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112299751222699854?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112299751222699854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112299751222699854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112299751222699854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112299751222699854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing-at-all.html' title='nothing at all'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112290575609941064</id><published>2005-08-01T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T07:19:19.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you wouldn't let me die</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - me and the moon by something corporate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyoo. haven't updated in a while.&lt;br /&gt;eh go see my tagboard la. damn happening. okay not really bothered.&lt;br /&gt;just finished my 2hr tuition with &lt;strong&gt;SHIVALI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the &lt;u&gt;coolest tutor ever!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so damn sarcastic that its funny. the good part about it, is that i &lt;strong&gt;understand every word that she's saying&lt;/strong&gt; i like her teaching methods la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gonna burn midnight oil today. got bloody SS to read up on. so screwed. &lt;em&gt;oh well&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BRUDDER just told me i've got 12 missed calls. nehh nehh&lt;br /&gt;i left my phone at home today. so sad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my fish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shant elaborate on that too much eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;dammit they found my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i'm still not gonna change my link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;theres nothing else here la kaypoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;go fly kite la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112290575609941064?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112290575609941064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112290575609941064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112290575609941064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112290575609941064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-wouldnt-let-me-die.html' title='you wouldn&apos;t let me die'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112253162942655438</id><published>2005-07-27T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:20:29.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too much</title><content type='html'>burnt - break you by marion ravn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously, seriously, seriously dont wanna go for tuition. my slack days are burnt and i need to hand in my storyline by &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY &lt;/strong&gt;our video editing is not done! and i need a change of template! and i cant take it. too much stress.. eventhough it might not seem alot, but its a very big change in transmission for me. i didnt go to school today cos patrick had a fever.. &lt;strong&gt;BOO HOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the looser just had a booster shot yesterday and he was complaining about how pain it was. i mean its just a needle sticking into your pathetic &lt;s&gt;twig&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;arm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt; intend to go out during the weekend. yes i'm not going for school of rock either. I'm beginning to get so guai that its fucking scary la. okays anyways, dont want a repeat of last year. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. my tutor is coming at 6.30 and i haven't done any of her work yet. i'm officially screwed. I was supposed to finish it yesterday but i got so caught up in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCKSTAR INXS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gotta love it man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112253162942655438?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112253162942655438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112253162942655438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112253162942655438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112253162942655438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/too-much.html' title='too much'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112245250904933108</id><published>2005-07-27T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:23:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets go there</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - answer the phone by sugar ray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just one for the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school today. &lt;s&gt;bapok&lt;/s&gt; had a checkup&lt;br /&gt;well woke up around noon. &lt;em&gt;miss that lifestyle really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadayadayada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now at cruela's house waiting for the tutor to come.&lt;br /&gt;i do like my tutor okay! i just dont like tuition :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH just saw something in someones blog.&lt;br /&gt;MAHA. stupid. that darn church. all i can do is just sit, stare blankly and say &lt;em&gt;"pffffffffffffffffft shit em" &lt;/em&gt;every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have nothing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that school of rock is a complete drag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112245250904933108?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112245250904933108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112245250904933108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112245250904933108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112245250904933108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets-go-there.html' title='lets go there'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112187042985036471</id><published>2005-07-20T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T07:40:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - be like that by 3 doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well haven't blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHLEMM STILL HASN'T CALLED BACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayye you!! better call ar! got lots to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna go for school of rock finals with me???&lt;br /&gt;yeah! damn excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay rather pissed la. had a real shitty day la. cant really say much though. &lt;strong&gt;my mother is making me do chores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;since when in my fucking life have i done &lt;u&gt;CHORES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I could be like that,&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to live one day, in those shoes&lt;br /&gt;If I could be like that,&lt;br /&gt;what would I do,&lt;br /&gt;What would I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112187042985036471?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112187042985036471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112187042985036471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112187042985036471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112187042985036471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/be-like-that.html' title='be like that'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112159151946195251</id><published>2005-07-17T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:11:59.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let me blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - grenade jumper by fall out boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baybeats was okay.. was abit boring cos they had this indie band playing. BORING LA. then &lt;strong&gt;set for glory &lt;/strong&gt;played! AWESOME LA. we wern't allowed to jump so therefore no moshing. what fuck la. oh well nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for the EA thing. hah! i've got nothing to say la. wes's band was good. all the bands were good. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you tell i'm lying :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda shitty day yesterday la. common test 2 is coming up. so i really need to pass this one la. failed pretty miserably for my mid-years. phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it man. need to find some shit ass article for SS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112159151946195251?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112159151946195251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112159151946195251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112159151946195251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112159151946195251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/let-me-blog.html' title='let me blog'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112133808109069260</id><published>2005-07-14T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T03:48:01.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard time, very hard time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - sincerely me by new found glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay.. kinda pissed ms sek off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DID MY UPPER LIP TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy okay! it was really fast but only a bit painful la. but its bareable la. i'm just really happy that i got it over and done with. &lt;strong&gt;finally &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm still pissed with the nonok face fucker. yes i am. actually i'm fucking furious la. dont have to bring back my past right???? the reason i left was because of her cos everyone was believing the faker and not the person who is &lt;strong&gt;actually telling the truth &lt;/strong&gt;so i'm &lt;u&gt;untrustable&lt;/u&gt; now la. whatever. i'm not angry at the fact that yall still take her side. i just hate her. imma stone kinda person. i let small things off really easily if i want to but i choose not to let this one go. so i'm supposedly an &lt;strong&gt;anti-christ &lt;/strong&gt;girl who has hate in her heart for someone. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now ain't that dangerous eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to you and i wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grins &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a liar or whatever but i ain't its not me who has the walk around with the guilt on your fucking ugly broad shoulders ha. the reason why i rant on and on about my hate for you its cos that you find a way to meddle yourself back into my life. i dont think she gets it la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;leave me the fuck alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do with these kinda people. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eatshitanddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so can you see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you're seeing less of me darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and your blind to the fact that my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart stopped beating&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/13607423-112133808109069260?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112133808109069260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112133808109069260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112133808109069260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112133808109069260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/hard-time-very-hard-time.html' title='hard time, very hard time'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112125014245727211</id><published>2005-07-13T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T03:50:53.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone kill the smelly bitch</title><content type='html'>burnt - sincerely me by new found glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOMEONE KILL THE SMELLY BITCH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking pissed la. can you go fuck yourself you &lt;em&gt;smelly B.O cheebye nonok face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm really pissed now la.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm gonna kill her. really i am. i cant take it anymore la! I FUCKING HATE OLPS! KILL TEH CHURCH!! BURN IT JUST FUCKING BURN IT. I HATE THAT FUCKING PLACE LA! I HAD ENOUGH OF IT LA. CB FUCKEDUP PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just needed to vent &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my decision is final. SAYONARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;you just as good as dead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112125014245727211?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112125014245727211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112125014245727211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112125014245727211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112125014245727211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/someone-kill-smelly-bitch.html' title='someone kill the smelly bitch'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112124144744533784</id><published>2005-07-13T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:57:27.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looks can be deceiving just like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - yesterdays feelings by the used&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to school today. i'm on a 2 day MC. now i dont feel like going tmr also. hehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually found time to blog today but i'm supposed to be studying cos i've got a bio test tmr. feel so empty without my class in bio man. i'm like only with 5 of my classmates! dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been rather pissed off lately. still trying to find a drummer who likes screamo and stuff like that know. i kinda had enough of fucking blink 182 and all that pop punk shit know. maybe we wont be laughed at anymore by people in the studio la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention I wanna be in the real estate business???&lt;br /&gt;so i can demolish places with people in them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;refering to a certain place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me evil or satanic if you will, i dont care cos if thats what makes me an anti-christ, then so be it la. &lt;em&gt;sheesh i'm evil &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are fucking hurting la. my skin is like peeling everywhere la. what happened???? i dont walk alot?&lt;br /&gt;ahh who gives la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm crapping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112124144744533784?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112124144744533784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112124144744533784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112124144744533784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112124144744533784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/looks-can-be-deceiving-just-like-you.html' title='looks can be deceiving just like you'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112074876048751206</id><published>2005-07-07T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:06:00.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loaded guns to your head</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - chicago is so two years ago by fall out boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think &lt;em&gt;fall out boy &lt;/em&gt;comes out with the most weirdest of titles for their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started out okay today.&lt;br /&gt;feels good to be attending regularly (:&lt;br /&gt;really lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay was quite fun i must say. with nadiah there.&lt;br /&gt;the after that had CME. i think ms sek's CME periods are damn nice la. she talked about group dating and bra's haha. first time i've seen her enjoy herself teaching us. I seriously think mr &lt;strong&gt;RAMASAMY &lt;em&gt;* shakes head*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is mad la. Sarah Fong kept calling him CHER! and he didnt know it was her. so irritating la. stand there and make noise only. think you wear track shoes you're hip now la! &lt;em&gt;sorry that had to be said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to RM with a big blue feather in my hair la! well i knew of course. it was a dare what. then had this dreaded course for some stupid fuckedup maths shit that 3/4 of the fucking class didn't attend. &lt;strong&gt;CB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instructer was a fucking jackass la.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing at everything. plus i was sitting alone so i probably looked insane well nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112074876048751206?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112074876048751206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112074876048751206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112074876048751206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112074876048751206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/loaded-guns-to-your-head.html' title='loaded guns to your head'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112067487160546760</id><published>2005-07-07T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:34:31.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revamped</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - noises and kisses by the used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well! revamped the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geocities was a real ass la. now i cant view my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well lets just update la.&lt;br /&gt;school was quite fun la. cept' for that bio period. so annoying. &lt;u&gt;i swear&lt;/u&gt; one day i'm gonna make her go crazy and hide her stupid bedroom slippers. when they say its a &lt;strong&gt;homeroom &lt;/strong&gt;it does not mean your fucking house you &lt;em&gt;nonok mouth!&lt;/em&gt; stop drinking your coffee during our period la. not coffee shop la. History was another bummer for today. &lt;em&gt;pffffft. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE &lt;/strong&gt;realises that she hates me. her comments say so la. all the other teachers say i'm attentive but she's the only baboon-&lt;em&gt;ed &lt;/em&gt;arsed &lt;em&gt;fuckwit &lt;/em&gt;that says i misbehave in her class. &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;shut the fuck up and die la&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mummy dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; still favours the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pondan&lt;/span&gt; even after i cleaned the fucking dog's crap the whole fucking day &lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;came home straight after school. whatever. i have nothing to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i'm getting to be too vulgar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel it and i don't really care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe leaving the church was kind of a good thing. but there is a downside la. i think i'm becoming evil. &lt;em&gt;oh well. *shrugs* &lt;/em&gt;so the bitch is going for the EA thing also. cant really be bothered. chase people away la. i hope she realises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU HAVE B.O SO STRONG TO KILL A HERD OF ELEPHANTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just making sure she knows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. we have some maths course tomorrow. until 4.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shrugs. walks off*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm jaded now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whatever that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By sharing these things&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;rip my heart out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's worth my time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever that means&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard to see up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck feels stiff until I wake up&lt;br /&gt;The orange I choked&lt;br /&gt;And back to my neck&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth my time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whatever that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/13607423-112067487160546760?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112067487160546760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112067487160546760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112067487160546760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112067487160546760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/revamped.html' title='revamped'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112057955665377739</id><published>2005-07-05T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:09:25.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hah! whiney little faggot</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - dance, dance by fall out boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is officially gay i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was okay lah. nothing much. got kicked out from boi class thanks to that fucker la. cherry lim. what kinda name is &lt;strong&gt;cherry &lt;/strong&gt;anyway! take your bedroom slippers and shove it la. &lt;em&gt;fuckwit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had english and almost the entire class had to stay back to complete the summary work&lt;em&gt;shit &lt;/em&gt;but not me :)&lt;br /&gt;well actually cos i just got the assignment today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, headed for yoshi. &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; but i kinda ordered the wrong thing and paid extra for the fish also! oh well nvm.. i'll remember the nxt time i go to yoshi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother doesn't trust me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;notice how my sentences dont link&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes she now has added the rest of my friends to her hate list. i'm not really gonna tell her everything anymore la. she's becoming a real fool. treating me like a 5 yr old. what fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants me to come home everyday after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;thats not gonna make me study anymore than i do now, mummy dearest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CB fuckwit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go on and favour you're &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;whiney little faggot for a&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; son&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;know that you love &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; him just cos he &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bakes&lt;/span&gt; you fucking cookies that resemble my ass on a sunday morning. oh well, &lt;strong&gt;can't help if you favour the faggot more than your &lt;u&gt;actual daughters&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so its his PSLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you and I both know he's gonna repeat P6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just let him be a fashion designer la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAVOOM!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sashays*&lt;/span&gt;&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/13607423-112057955665377739?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112057955665377739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112057955665377739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112057955665377739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112057955665377739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/hah-whiney-little-faggot.html' title='hah! whiney little faggot'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112033434781923018</id><published>2005-07-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:59:07.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not the desperate type</title><content type='html'>burnt - 7 minutes in heaven by fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay as you see, its o356 and i'm not sleeping. my question is... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i'll be sleeping at a NORMAL time. i woke up at o745 la. was awoken at 0245 by an annoyance. hehh. actually no la. was waiting for the call but i fell asleep. my fault.. just had a big fight. feel really bad for hanging up though but my temper got the best of me so i hung up la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say la.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going back to my room just to dance ard a bit la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112033434781923018?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112033434781923018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112033434781923018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112033434781923018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112033434781923018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-desperate-type.html' title='i&apos;m not the desperate type'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-112006040374653745</id><published>2005-06-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T08:56:53.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this poisons' my intoxciation''</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - lunacy fringe by the used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh today was another fucked up day la. first with the fucking bio project. i mean who really gives cos i didnt use your research in our project so just take it and shove it la &lt;strong&gt;shitnit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i'll have to sit alone for english period but lucky janet shifted place and ms sek arranged the tables.. okay so bio was shit, english was good and &lt;u&gt;&lt;u&lt;strong&gt;what can i say about history&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alex is very easily distracted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh shut the fuck up la baboon arse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe i thought recess was the pits. oh well. gave mansurah all my nuggets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was already shit tired and had to endure the crappiness of &lt;strong&gt;social studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms yeo said that i lost weight.. so as a result i've been eating more.. &lt;strong&gt;much much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school had a crappy lunch with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to godma's hse. i actually just wanted to go home la. so fucking tired la. so i took 87 with jay and janet and slept the whole journey. reached there and was interrogated by my annoying auntie!!! &lt;strong&gt;WHY CAN'T I TELL YOU WHAT I WANNA BE WHEN I GROW UP &lt;u&gt;ANOTHER DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was supposed to go for dinner with my &lt;s&gt;money giving&lt;/s&gt; relatives but i really couldn't take it so i decided to kapo the keys from my mum and take the bus home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 39 and i took forever to reach home. came home to a house that was completely empty &lt;strong&gt;plus &lt;/strong&gt;it was reeking of shit! my dog crapped everywhere and decided to make sculptures of her crap too! she stood and it and left shit paw prints all over the kitchen. just then my sister comes home yelling at me for &lt;u&gt;not cleaning the crap&lt;/u&gt;. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it gets worst.. after i finished cleaning the crap, my mother comes home with the whole&lt;em&gt; loony gang. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there goes the neighbourhood&lt;/strong&gt; but i got 10 bucks? thats a plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they left not long ago and now i'm doing this waiting for it to turn midnight so i can plonk myself on the bed and drown in a puddle of my own drool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahh bite me la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so far gone now&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been running on empty&lt;br /&gt;I’m so far gone now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wanna take me on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-112006040374653745?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/112006040374653745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=112006040374653745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112006040374653745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/112006040374653745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-poisons-my-intoxciation.html' title='this poisons&apos; my intoxciation&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111989016767291751</id><published>2005-06-27T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:36:07.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those who wish to follow me, i welcome with my hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - ghetto gospel by tupac feat elton john&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who wish to follow me&lt;br /&gt;( My ghetto gospel )&lt;br /&gt;I welcome with my hands&lt;br /&gt;And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold&lt;br /&gt;And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn in love with this song la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was exceptionally fun la. was late for school so went to watch mr and mrs smith at tampines mall yupp.. its a good show and &lt;strong&gt;NO i did not watch a movie by myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll be too lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. feeling abit shitty that i missed school but nvm la. my mother knows so it should be aiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to finish up that art media project that i've been putting off for weeks la.. but its done. i think i can officially say that i'm the worlds fastest powerpoint presention &lt;strong&gt;maker'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh who gives la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-111989016767291751?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111989016767291751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111989016767291751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111989016767291751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111989016767291751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/those-who-wish-to-follow-me-i-welcome.html' title='those who wish to follow me, i welcome with my hands'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111979626223678068</id><published>2005-06-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T07:31:02.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - wordplay by jason mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. last few hours of freedom. how the fuck am i gonna sleep, i have no idea. i woke up at 5pm today and i'm completely screwed.. heres where the sleeping pills come to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well. nothing much to say today. watched spiderman though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-111979626223678068?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111979626223678068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111979626223678068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111979626223678068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111979626223678068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweetness.html' title='sweetness'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111972087517129434</id><published>2005-06-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:34:35.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe when i look for things that i cant replace</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - bad day by daniel power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.. schools starting.. shall i say &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really dreading it though considering all my teachers proabably have a plot to kill me for my absenteeism over the first semester. &lt;strong&gt;MAHA&lt;/strong&gt; too bad for em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today did nothing much.. was supposed to have gone to the dentist this morning but after watching the swan last night, the dentist is too traumatic for me la. i recalled the pain of extracting my 8 teeth when i was only 10.. &lt;strong&gt;THE HORROR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. my dad went with my mum in the end. considering the fact that slept at 9 am this morning so yea..&lt;br /&gt;my dad went thru' the suffering on his own. he has several injections to his gums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont wanna continue cos my knees are getting weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept, got up, slept, got up, skipped mass &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on for dinner with godma and godpa at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shima. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Some Jap restaurant with tonnes of ang-mo boys.. &lt;em&gt;i thank you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate too much as usual..&lt;br /&gt;i still feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;the teppanyaki was excellent man. we had to bluff josh that everything was chicken otherwise he wont eat it. he even ate scallops cos i told him it was &lt;em&gt;sea chicken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame.. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the day i have to go get my shit for school. like a new bag :)&lt;br /&gt;and well maybe some new ear studs. i now have to look for my worksheet and i haven't done my art assignment so yea. its the shits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep thats it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-111972087517129434?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111972087517129434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111972087517129434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111972087517129434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111972087517129434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/maybe-when-i-look-for-things-that-i.html' title='maybe when i look for things that i cant replace'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111947210276512992</id><published>2005-06-22T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T13:28:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i woke up in a car</title><content type='html'>burnt - i woke up in a car by something corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up in a car&lt;br /&gt;I traced away the fog&lt;br /&gt;So I could see the Mississippi on her knees&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so lost&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so much at home&lt;br /&gt;Please write my folks and throw away my keys&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that friendster's a dick.&lt;br /&gt;i write people testimonials that they dont fucking receive.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they fucking blank. &lt;strong&gt;pookie!&lt;/strong&gt; here i go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i got up in the evening. wasted my day again. woke tp the sound of my handphone apparently. oh well. so was supposed to go for TF today but my mother said no. so i guess i cant go for dinner again can i? hurr hurr. well lyns intro-ed me to this girl. SOFIE. she;s gonna be the bassist and guess who'll be teaching. yup well. okay anyways, it ain't a prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting pissed and frustrated with this fella. but you see, sometimes, he's nice and i feel really bad for busteding him but its quite obvious that people will busted. anyways, cant help it. i've formed a permanent band now so.. yea thats it la. &lt;em&gt;pffffffffffffffffft &lt;/em&gt;screw it la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get why this blog cant update itself. feel like cancelling my blog since people dont come here anyways. &lt;em&gt;HELOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *crickets* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see! nothing.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la &lt;em&gt;shitnits&lt;/em&gt; its 0428 now. gonna hit the sack la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-111947210276512992?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111947210276512992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111947210276512992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111947210276512992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111947210276512992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-woke-up-in-car.html' title='i woke up in a car'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111938012844445738</id><published>2005-06-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:55:28.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>punk rock princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - punk rock princess by something corporate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could be my punk rock princess,&lt;br /&gt;I would be your garage band king.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me why you just dont fit in&lt;br /&gt;And how you're gonna be something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this song just rocks la.. Well FLEN asked me to update so yeah i will.&lt;br /&gt;nice layout. nice song. i have nothing to update about la. &lt;strong&gt;pookie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. sorry that just slipped out. not my &lt;strong&gt;pookie&lt;/strong&gt; but the word - &lt;strong&gt;pookie&lt;/strong&gt;. okay i sould stop saying &lt;strong&gt;pookie&lt;/strong&gt;. but i cant stop saying &lt;strong&gt;pookie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh! &lt;strong&gt;POOKIE LA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh you catch my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. anyways, supposed to go town today but since i woke up at 7pm. hurr hurr too bad so sad.&lt;br /&gt;alright.. so tmr i'll be seeing TF.. so happy! finally man.. okay la i think theres nothing more to update la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could be my punk rock princess,&lt;br /&gt;I would be your garage band king.&lt;br /&gt;You could tell me why you just dont fit in,&lt;br /&gt;And how you're gonna be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be your first real heartache,&lt;br /&gt;I would do it over again.&lt;br /&gt;If you could be my punk rock princess,&lt;br /&gt;I would be your heroine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-111938012844445738?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111938012844445738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111938012844445738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111938012844445738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111938012844445738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/punk-rock-princess.html' title='punk rock princess'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111887154592302304</id><published>2005-06-15T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:39:05.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if we cut up the bad, then we'll have nothing left</title><content type='html'>burnt - cut up angels by the used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiights well, its o523 and i'm still awake. i'm a freaking insomniac and its annoying. i've been wasting my days you know.. so i have to wake up early &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt; and i'm shit scared to go to sleep cos i may get up late.. oh well. i'm shit dead la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a very interesting &lt;strong&gt;civillised &lt;/strong&gt;conversation today. 1st in a really long while. actually quite enjoyable. without the scent of the &lt;em&gt;"yin" &lt;/em&gt;i think he's aiights.. and plus he offered to lend me his guitar for the performance :) &lt;em&gt;shanks dude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm supposed to go for maths remedial but i ain't going. its a waste of my bloody life anyways. tonights the meeting with Bong and i'm shit scared too.. thank God for Linus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too bored.. i &lt;strong&gt;MUST &lt;/strong&gt;sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;strong&gt;can't &lt;/strong&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this is fuckeddup la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/rawkie1304/cutupangels.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-111887154592302304?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111887154592302304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111887154592302304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111887154592302304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111887154592302304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-we-cut-up-bad-then-well-have.html' title='if we cut up the bad, then we&apos;ll have nothing left'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111877809508197679</id><published>2005-06-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:41:35.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call on me</title><content type='html'>burnt - call on me eric prydz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays back from the airport not long ago. Godma came back fomr alaska and she bought me this nice. and its colourful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyways, there was this really horrible person serving us today what an arse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite sad cos i cant go for the Gen camp.. so i'm sulking at home now. sadly. i cant go cos of the band la.. i mean i have the gig thingymajig.. oh well. maybe next year i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tmr &lt;strong&gt;maybe&lt;/strong&gt; i'll go down to the care center. i wanna see what they do there la. i'm still at the holiday inn just for your info but i think i'm going home tmr. back to my hse and bacck to my bed! and my &lt;em&gt;toiletbowl &lt;/em&gt;yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i gues thats it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahh bite me la. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this post os boring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-111877809508197679?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111877809508197679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111877809508197679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111877809508197679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111877809508197679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/call-on-me.html' title='call on me'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111857037988572270</id><published>2005-06-12T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:59:39.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional attachment is not a threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;burnt - where is your boy/grand theft autumn by fall out boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness! away from the fuckers please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needed to shake of the church.&lt;br /&gt;the whole fucking church is screwed up please. someone go kill them. i hate being seen in church by my arch enemies okay especially basile.. that fucknut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well mother says to stay away.. too bad i'm becoming evil. i'm starting to get the feeling that i have lost the faith ya know. ahh fish it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alex&lt;/strong&gt; get into your head that RG ain't the church la &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eventhough they have nothing else better to do then hang around it most of their pathetic life huh.&lt;/span&gt; Thank &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; [apparently&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Task Force&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really.. at least i know more people out there who see the &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; things about people. Not like some stupid plastic cover that they use to hide they're useless pathetic lives.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahh done-did dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy lah. the faggot is dead. and she has no shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh wait!&lt;/em&gt; isit his shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh who gives. the results of the chromatography wont be accurate. you see, the dang colour cant mix la. hence the fucking swirl. hehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too bored la. i just realised how much i miss my house la. but our vacation &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at the holiday inn &lt;/span&gt;is ending soon.. i'll have to go back home for the rest of the holidays anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays session was cancelled due to lethargy.. that was me.. okay i have to admit that these past few days i have been &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; i &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop wasting my days.. i really hate light. i'm a fucking insomniac la. i slept at 7.3oam. but at least i have &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nehh nehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to acompany me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;postman pat, postman pat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patman post, patman post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menopause?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. this has actually been a proper post. &lt;strong&gt;i think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I'm not angry&lt;br /&gt;and no, I'm not upset&lt;br /&gt;it's taken me awhile&lt;br /&gt;but this is what I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotional attachment is really not a threat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I'm simply not concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I take on&lt;br /&gt;I soon shrug off&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know no one&lt;br /&gt;will ever be content&lt;br /&gt;with the way things are&lt;br /&gt;or with what they've got&lt;br /&gt;so I've given up and now I'm just indifferent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;like I'm not happy&lt;br /&gt;with anything, any time, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;and the half of me's all about apathy&lt;br /&gt;and the other half just doesn't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-relient k, apathetic way to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13607423-111857037988572270?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111857037988572270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111857037988572270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111857037988572270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111857037988572270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/emotional-attachment-is-not-threat.html' title='emotional attachment is not a threat'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13607423.post-111856625140998629</id><published>2005-06-12T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:54:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apathetic way of life</title><content type='html'>burnt - apathetic way of life by relient k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo.. went to church. was kinda boring..&lt;br /&gt;okay it was boring la.&lt;br /&gt;saw people and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;missed the Gen welcome ceremony cos i was sleeping =/. i'm really sorry. my laziness got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just realised that the "ying" is destroying herself. actually they all are.. in one day i managed to get so much information.. you see, i ain't out to destroy they're lives... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; nurr hurr hurr. so hypocritical la. they're fulla shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have actually decided to let this matter rest.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes really la.. cos they are doing all the work for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i am the wise one. so listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nahmotorcar on viagra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;up the shut fuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;i've gone past the exhausted stage into the totally mentally unstable gone case kind of&lt;em&gt;..case&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurr hurr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to wear fishnets on&lt;/em&gt; my&lt;em&gt; head as a filter..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my i have a moustace below my&lt;/em&gt; belly button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT BURGER YOU DO NOT WANT;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THAT FRIES GIVE YODA&lt;/span&gt;&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/13607423-111856625140998629?l=the-redirected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/feeds/111856625140998629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13607423&amp;postID=111856625140998629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111856625140998629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13607423/posts/default/111856625140998629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-redirected.blogspot.com/2005/06/apathetic-way-of-life.html' title='apathetic way of life'/><author><name>alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599567182767292259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
