<?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-1687001613401332806</id><updated>2012-03-16T05:10:47.048+08:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SUZbf9uID9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/VhEOKHw3fKk/s200/DSCF6415.JPG'/><category term='we iz da hoot.'/><title type='text'>grapesinthemouth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>pac-ked and gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S3J7l7fib1I/AAAAAAAAA-w/o3_dY_AaJ1U/s1600-h/385px-Pac_Man_svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S3J7l7fib1I/AAAAAAAAA-w/o3_dY_AaJ1U/s320/385px-Pac_Man_svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's simply&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.grapesinthemouth.wordpress.com/"&gt;grapejuice.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2161296989629829164?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7230579099482314067</id><published>2010-02-10T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:23:49.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kitty</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a new space.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the link, if I decide to move there permanently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7230579099482314067?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7230579099482314067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7230579099482314067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-kitty.html' title='New Kitty'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1521939564631247365</id><published>2010-02-09T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:15:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year, another world.</title><content type='html'>It'll be odd to say Happy Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;because you've passed on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just gonna say it could've been your 29th...&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a spoon full of jimmy helps the whole world go down!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8941702021355559361</id><published>2010-02-08T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:43:47.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Soft Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;warm kitty,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;little ball of furrrrr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy kitty;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sleepy kitty,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;purr purrr purrrrr..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now for V.D. and Charmed -AGAIN!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8941702021355559361?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8941702021355559361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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More pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vwrmqytZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/B3LcPDND5nw/s1600-h/IMG_4719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vwrmqytZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/B3LcPDND5nw/s320/IMG_4719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vv-hDOY3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/5IIT3ViP6cI/s1600-h/IMG_4716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vv-hDOY3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/5IIT3ViP6cI/s320/IMG_4716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vwN90G7pI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/szHApb7ixzk/s1600-h/IMG_4720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vwN90G7pI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/szHApb7ixzk/s320/IMG_4720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vwbhDJ3mI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/7SUVoQtObyw/s1600-h/IMG_4727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vwbhDJ3mI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/7SUVoQtObyw/s320/IMG_4727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vw8Ukz9tI/AAAAAAAAA-o/YId55gTtwsU/s1600-h/IMG_4722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vw8Ukz9tI/AAAAAAAAA-o/YId55gTtwsU/s320/IMG_4722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last one's "I want to take a cool picture" gone wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-949569555516440082?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/949569555516440082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/949569555516440082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/fat-cats-get-heart-attack.html' title='Fat Cats get a heart attack.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2vwrmqytZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/B3LcPDND5nw/s72-c/IMG_4719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7978652834808343367</id><published>2010-02-04T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:30:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rhC8PFQMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/c3THYxYDvnc/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rhC8PFQMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/c3THYxYDvnc/s320/DSC01728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new addition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that wristband costs 15bucks !#$&amp;amp;$%^&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the pictures my brother took last night, just Muse. I'm having trouble uploading the ones I took with my phone. But I'll get them done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rW5wfqiRI/AAAAAAAAA94/Y1lE0si60SQ/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rW5wfqiRI/AAAAAAAAA94/Y1lE0si60SQ/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rVni_LimI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XUmfrYeww04/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rVni_LimI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XUmfrYeww04/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rVyp3rJ_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/aLSB_kwuMhM/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rVyp3rJ_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/aLSB_kwuMhM/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rV5U57SMI/AAAAAAAAA8w/7QqlRlxbYb4/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rV5U57SMI/AAAAAAAAA8w/7QqlRlxbYb4/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWJ3T03JI/AAAAAAAAA9I/I5lBTrsif_s/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWJ3T03JI/AAAAAAAAA9I/I5lBTrsif_s/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWOelFTLI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/TpUvHrI6Xbk/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWOelFTLI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/TpUvHrI6Xbk/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWWppyxiI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/rQ9SPf65MTg/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWWppyxiI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/rQ9SPf65MTg/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWeuYkqoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/p8oXbdPOi88/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWeuYkqoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/p8oXbdPOi88/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWnVDHOkI/AAAAAAAAA9o/j2R19pa5jAM/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWnVDHOkI/AAAAAAAAA9o/j2R19pa5jAM/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWxc-r6OI/AAAAAAAAA9w/r1BuLyL6j8I/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rWxc-r6OI/AAAAAAAAA9w/r1BuLyL6j8I/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rW5wfqiRI/AAAAAAAAA94/Y1lE0si60SQ/s1600-h/MUSE+03-02-10+125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rW5wfqiRI/AAAAAAAAA94/Y1lE0si60SQ/s320/MUSE+03-02-10+125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are fantastic live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was Big Night Out, there were 2 other bands that performed -Saosin and Rise Against.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Saosin 2 years ago during Incubus, and I gotta say, they did sound better live. Better than 2 years ago, but again, I only wanted to hear one song -You're not alone. The other songs just.....sounded the same.&lt;br /&gt;Rise Against was way better. From far, they looked hot, but when we googled them on the spot...not so much. But they did brighten up the mood, especially with their acoustics like Swing Life Away(I knew it! I've heard it before! Haha) and Hero of War.&lt;br /&gt;And at 10pm, FINALLY Muse came out!&lt;br /&gt;And we just rocked out. Everyone rose from their seats, I got goosebumps and we were jumping up and down non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;And there's too much to say that I feel I should just keep them all to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm terribly sorry that I ever looked down on S.I.S. as a venue for I have truly taken back my words. xD&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Last night would be my first and last seated concert. I'll make sure of it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're short. &lt;s&gt;Who cares.&lt;/s&gt; &amp;nbsp;So What.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7978652834808343367?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7978652834808343367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7978652834808343367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/live.html' title='Live.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2rhC8PFQMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/c3THYxYDvnc/s72-c/DSC01728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5837251286517979262</id><published>2010-02-04T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:02:59.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amused? Definitely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;▬▬▬&lt;br /&gt;MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;▬▬▬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was worth it! My 101 bucks, even though it wasn't free standing, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Really. Big Night Out -because of Muse, is by far the best concert I've been to!&lt;br /&gt;BY FAR THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll elaborate and post up all the pictures tomorrow. I'll have to write everything down so that I won't forget how it felt like, and it's a plus plus that Fatimah and Yati went too. It was their first &lt;i&gt;english&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(haha) concert, and it was really really awesome. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm actually kind of envious of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;shhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so light headed right now.&lt;br /&gt;But just before I forget, the opening number was Uprising(wooooo!) followed by Supermassive Black Holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm gonna crash now.&lt;br /&gt;Funny that I reached my doorstep right at 01.00&lt;br /&gt;with my brother -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5837251286517979262?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5837251286517979262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5837251286517979262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/amused-definitely.html' title='Amused? Definitely.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6554721720763472626</id><published>2010-02-03T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:44:22.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*memorising* BRAIN SQUEEZE! Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;About 6 more hours to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm waiting patiently..&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait for the sign..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good to go to something great after such a crappy year(for music, that is) last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6554721720763472626?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6554721720763472626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6554721720763472626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/memorising-brain-squeeze-jeez.html' title=''/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2249398163050962923</id><published>2010-02-03T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:41:59.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i.e. I'm moving out because I'm moving out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2249398163050962923?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2249398163050962923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2249398163050962923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/i.html' title=''/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-666049773196895256</id><published>2010-02-02T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:11:00.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My style, my stage"</title><content type='html'>Check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aywuKu6F1wc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aywuKu6F1wc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and below is the intro to the whole thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuZ_EJSqmmo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuZ_EJSqmmo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the &amp;nbsp;bride's favourite band is B-b-b-b-b-b-big Bang! (and T.O.P. fetish too &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-666049773196895256?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/666049773196895256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/666049773196895256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-style-my-stage.html' title='&quot;My style, my stage&quot;'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4226406233720647445</id><published>2010-01-30T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:43:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QX6qdiJNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kulcvg2Az3Q/s1600-h/IMG_6680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QX6qdiJNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kulcvg2Az3Q/s320/IMG_6680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QYJhtc9oI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ISY4YXPIM64/s1600-h/IMG_6719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QYJhtc9oI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ISY4YXPIM64/s320/IMG_6719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QXPlTk0JI/AAAAAAAAA74/f6J429AU6xU/s1600-h/Fukuoka+2+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QXPlTk0JI/AAAAAAAAA74/f6J429AU6xU/s320/Fukuoka+2+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QXc1QAXRI/AAAAAAAAA8A/e57r4e-x9jU/s1600-h/Fukuoka+2+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QXc1QAXRI/AAAAAAAAA8A/e57r4e-x9jU/s320/Fukuoka+2+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QXsv41mSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/hRaIZYWR_Qc/s1600-h/IMG_6723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QXsv41mSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/hRaIZYWR_Qc/s320/IMG_6723.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I just felt that this place was getting boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4226406233720647445?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4226406233720647445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4226406233720647445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/fat-cats.html' title='Fat Cats'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S2QX6qdiJNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kulcvg2Az3Q/s72-c/IMG_6680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-795405213709543397</id><published>2010-01-29T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:59:34.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really think it crosses the line when men wear heels.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's "in the name of fashion"&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. Don't. It's just......wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-795405213709543397?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/795405213709543397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/795405213709543397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-think-it-crosses-line-when-men.html' title=''/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1685888372082984025</id><published>2010-01-29T13:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:34:03.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACB.</title><content type='html'>Got the fuel and the sources.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;So, all I have to do now is to find the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And a recap of the whole week:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monday's gym;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tuesday's poker;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wednesday's posting to Temasek Poly's DIB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, it was my third choice and the Business School's yellow. So hell yeah that's a plus point to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then there was the job hunting, we actually got through Swensens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Funny that I ended up doing F&amp;amp;B -something that I wanted to avoid.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thursday's Back to school for the wrong reason, went down to follow f&amp;amp;h for their appeal, discussion about class gathering at PL Coffee Bean, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus -which is magnificent, I must say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mostly because of Johnny Depp, the late Heath Ledger, Jude Law and Collin Farrel. But the story's really interesting, to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; And finally, the meet with Suki Bella. The weird cute skinny kitten that weirdly looks like Peanut Pepinot and belongs to Fatimah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Friday's stay at home day because my mother's unhappy that I've been going out alot and neglecting my dear Peanut and the Housework. Which sadly implies that I'll miss Adi's birthday barbeque.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since I've updated like that. The reason's because I felt that I have to keep track of what I've done before I start school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's that.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's obviously more than a hundred and forty characters.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. PEANUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1685888372082984025?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1685888372082984025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1685888372082984025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/acb.html' title='ACB.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6291187803443490586</id><published>2010-01-27T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:10:47.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind Your Own Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let’s ride, ride..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let’s fly, fly..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6291187803443490586?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6291187803443490586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6291187803443490586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuts.html' title='byom'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1397700198278264928</id><published>2010-01-24T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:05:57.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That little kitty.</title><content type='html'>My mother actually threatened to leave the house if we brought that cute little kitty home. &lt;br /&gt;He was meow-ing the whole day and every time I went down to look for him, he'd stop. Thank god my brother found him instead. Damn, she actually almost gave in when she saw the kitty(from the 5th floor). Peanut could've made a friend huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1397700198278264928?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1397700198278264928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1397700198278264928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-little-kitty.html' title='That little kitty.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2408287254773898167</id><published>2010-01-24T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:36:46.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take the total of all the letters and symbols as the number of times I say you know....bad words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know why I'm in such a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;And don't bother asking why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe burning calories would make me feel better huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;You don't know how sick you make me, you make me fucking sick to my stomach, everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;(not really. but hell, just go along with it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think of you I PUKE.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eminem For The Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2408287254773898167?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2408287254773898167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2408287254773898167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-3853042487606517283</id><published>2010-01-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:05:56.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck.</title><content type='html'>Maybe they were looking for something else. Maybe I was being too hopeful. Maybe I should have just stuck to what I intended to do in the first place. Maybe I should just stop saying maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things don't always go your way. Mine, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seems like I'll just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have nothing else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-3853042487606517283?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3853042487606517283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3853042487606517283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7270408210274775551</id><published>2010-01-18T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:12:10.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Happy Birthday Gong Minji! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7270408210274775551?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7270408210274775551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7270408210274775551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/close.html' title='Close'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7932463540529426472</id><published>2010-01-16T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:09:39.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Never have I in my 6 or 7 years of MSN history have I seen that many people happy at one time. Almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that many. Just about a handful of them. But wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be dead bored to have blogged that down. It's time to get a job and a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Then I can start saving money, and not just automatically getting it from my parents whenever I want to or even being "top-up-ed" (Forgive me if I don't seem to be making any sense.) The guilt of just sitting around and just going out(not that I do much of that.........) seems to be filling my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the few things that I have(or hope) to do within the week ahead:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a job. Duh. But I've been saying this since forever but still not finding any.&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean out my closet. .... well, just cupboard..... but closet sounds cooler...................................................&lt;br /&gt;3. Find some class to take up.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pray really hard that I get into the course that I want.&lt;br /&gt;6. Goo goo laassssssss. (wtf) READDD MORE BOOOOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;Complete Catch 22!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7932463540529426472?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7932463540529426472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7932463540529426472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6239911350601841262</id><published>2010-01-15T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:17:35.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6239911350601841262?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6239911350601841262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6239911350601841262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2573647584654539682</id><published>2010-01-14T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:43:10.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal plastic.</title><content type='html'>Well, Cirque Du Freak was sure interesting.. Although it was a very weird movie, I actually enjoyed it(sort of) -without my damned retainers! I really, really hate those things. I can't talk, I can't eat! 24/7 for six months with that in my mouth? (Obviously I won't wear it 24/7 because I'll definitely take it out when I eat. )&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side:&lt;br /&gt;a) maybe keeping quite would alter my personality, and a new me would be born!&lt;br /&gt;b) I'll be able to lose weight, considering that I'm unable to eat snacks and munch on almost any kind of food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually tried keeping quiet even with these things in my mouth, unfortunately, I couldn't stop talking. I ended up annoying Nad and Fatimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should just stick to a pen and a notebook.&lt;br /&gt;For six months..Oh what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. pardon my language, if you spot any mistakes for I have failed the language that I love, due to abuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2573647584654539682?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2573647584654539682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2573647584654539682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/metal-plastic.html' title='Metal plastic.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1793122101100358600</id><published>2010-01-14T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:08:44.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.</title><content type='html'>Here's an interesting conversation I had with my friend just recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hey~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wanna tell you something i heard just now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[S] okay zinner. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know when you notice a nose that looks different before and after right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[S] okay zinner. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You don't say you notices it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you say you NOSEticed it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sounds weird when i say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[S] okay zinner. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;OH MY GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sounded really funny to me a moment ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[S] okay zinner. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WERE YOU TRYING TO TELL A JOKE?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[S] okay zinner. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my stomach hurts enough already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[S] okay zinner. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's pretty hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well at least I got you to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It doesn't matter if it's at me or at the joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;S]&amp;nbsp;okay zinner. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ITS AT BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;OMG I CANT STOPPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yay me then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stop being sarcarstic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[S] okay zinner. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;im not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IM STILL LAUGHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nur says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. Weird people huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1793122101100358600?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1793122101100358600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1793122101100358600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/l.html' title='L.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1474330823707820917</id><published>2010-01-12T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:46:16.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBT</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"I have to say I slept splendidly. Granted, not long but just deeply and well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not that satisfied. I am happy. Just not overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;So ABM, I'll be your pioneer batch!&lt;br /&gt;Even Peanut agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss school.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my class,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cca,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my squad,&lt;br /&gt;I miss EXCO,&lt;br /&gt;I miss halals,&lt;br /&gt;already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although last year wasn't a great year, it was filled with unforgettable memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huu huu. I'm not gotta get all sappy and stuff. I'll come back if I have anything interesting to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1474330823707820917?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1474330823707820917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1474330823707820917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/bbt.html' title='BBT'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6069595409436956908</id><published>2010-01-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:14:38.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is, honestly, just as depressing. Thanks to people like you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as Zacky says, The Best Revenge is Bettering Yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6069595409436956908?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6069595409436956908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6069595409436956908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-honestly-just-as-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2868481011765413369</id><published>2010-01-10T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:00:56.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank god that phase is over. Now it's time to brace myself for the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay away, Folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2868481011765413369?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2868481011765413369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2868481011765413369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-god-phase-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4238627738197685516</id><published>2010-01-04T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:14:26.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S0Fl9MYG4yI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CwNNBRor2Po/s1600-h/IMG_5580.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422727528299553570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S0Fl9MYG4yI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CwNNBRor2Po/s320/IMG_5580.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It feels so good to wake up early just to look out the window and watch the world go by. Watching the children waiting eagerly at the bus stops for their rides to come. Watching the poor boy who missed the school bus on his first day of school. Watching him cry on the sidewalk. Hearing his mother shouting in the phone. Watching other people watching. This could have really spoilt my day if not for the morning breeze. It reminded me of Japan. The wind was actually cold and it woke me up. Maybe it was just my imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the fact that I don't have to go to school like all the other secondary school kids anymore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Childish. I know. I can't help it. But who cares, mojo?(wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really, the poor boy. His mum should've just sent him by taxi or something and then make a fuss in the school's office. Not under the block.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just hope he's in school already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I found a website that actually shows Hellsing! Ohmygollyyyyyyyy I'm coming back to haunt you Alucaaaaaaaaaaard!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4238627738197685516?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4238627738197685516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4238627738197685516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-day.html' title='Good Day?'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S0Fl9MYG4yI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CwNNBRor2Po/s72-c/IMG_5580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1722156117210901694</id><published>2010-01-02T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:04:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Garfield.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8nPsyn0mI/AAAAAAAAA6w/XMx0X-ZVClI/s1600-h/IMG_6569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8nPsyn0mI/AAAAAAAAA6w/XMx0X-ZVClI/s320/IMG_6569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422095627052372578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8mRJ464pI/AAAAAAAAA6o/arX0nrW1n24/s1600-h/IMG_6474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8mRJ464pI/AAAAAAAAA6o/arX0nrW1n24/s320/IMG_6474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422094552531657362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8lNFrqOxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/vwksjpOeArI/s1600-h/IMG_6235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8lNFrqOxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/vwksjpOeArI/s320/IMG_6235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422093383171193618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8iYmqHo1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_s-dMbsqLgM/s1600-h/IMG_5732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8iYmqHo1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_s-dMbsqLgM/s320/IMG_5732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422090282466779986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1722156117210901694?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1722156117210901694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1722156117210901694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Oh Garfield.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/Sz8nPsyn0mI/AAAAAAAAA6w/XMx0X-ZVClI/s72-c/IMG_6569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8859146336226688054</id><published>2010-01-01T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:33:16.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010.</title><content type='html'>The mood still hasn't kicked in. What a great way to start the new year. I saw the repeat of yesterday's countdown and ohmygod it was horrendous. How can anyone call that a party? The music was awful (well, except for part of The Great Spy Experiment's performance. I kinda like the band.) But that Mouth band(or something) should really just keep their mouths shut. Awful Awful noise. Thank god I only saw those parts I just mentioned while flipping through the channels. Even then I couldn't find anything interesting to watch. Partly because I don't have cable, I think. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, COUCH POTATO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8859146336226688054?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8859146336226688054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8859146336226688054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-452436856765926992</id><published>2009-12-29T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:08:59.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:09JobnvIHyfeUM:http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/89/65/100535698/1_206308783l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1981-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Guess we all take advantage of everyone's existence.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-452436856765926992?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/452436856765926992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/452436856765926992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4859594347510590042</id><published>2009-12-23T18:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:12:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, (not so) sweet home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SzIRSHmGxeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/uJVWW3v35Dc/s1600-h/Cannon+EOS+1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SzIRSHmGxeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/uJVWW3v35Dc/s320/Cannon+EOS+1813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418412304654321122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from Japan. Damn, how I wish I could stay there forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess I'll have to wait for a few more years, or maybe even a decade before that could be possible. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not gonna go deep into that now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to find a way how to watch the show that we were on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FBS Channel 5, how can I find you outside Japan?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4859594347510590042?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4859594347510590042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4859594347510590042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-not-so-sweet-home.html' title='Home, (not so) sweet home.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SzIRSHmGxeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/uJVWW3v35Dc/s72-c/Cannon+EOS+1813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6726409737780669736</id><published>2009-12-17T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:25:29.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello winter</title><content type='html'>HAHA. This has just got to be one of the most awesome ways to start a trip to Japan!&lt;div&gt;Being interviewed on TV! Although we were sort of dreading the trip because of the subway and stuff, turns out that it was really, really 10x more fun than taking a tour bus, cab(not to mention way cheaper) around the city! The trains are really cool. Tenjin underground brought back good memories(though I can't remember where the mart was..) Ah, and we also met Hatanaka-san, the tour co-ordinator for our Japan school trip at the airport when we landed here. And Timothy, my Npcc Junior from the squad I used to take was on the same plane. Talk about a small world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, there could be a possibility that it might be snowing over the next few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can this trip get any better? Yeah I think so (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we got lost a few times, it was worth it. The weather wasn't so bad after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 8.20pm here right now. The lights and decorations are so pretty, even though it looks like a normal town, but I think the trees made it a bonus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, lots of visual updates would be posted soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and we're gonna be aired on Christmas Eve on Ch 5(FBS) here in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about it if we get more information. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6726409737780669736?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6726409737780669736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6726409737780669736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-winter.html' title='Hello winter'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7899685935758318707</id><published>2009-12-15T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:19:24.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining.</title><content type='html'>Ha! I'm trying to look for the posts about Bi that I wrote 2 or 3 years back, but I can't seem to find them! &lt;i&gt;192bucks.blogspot.com. &lt;/i&gt;The price of the ticket to his concert(or was it 198?) and...my blog url, before I settled on grapesinthemouth... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I'm doing or saying this...but I just love his smile. ( why in the world did i come out of rain's world? haaa. get it? Rain's World? ...) I guess not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. Thought it'll be good that I wrote this down and wait for another few years before I find this post and laugh about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. So I'm actually not really looking forward to the Japan trip now. On account that I have not finished the itinerary, and I'm afraid that we'll get lost or something. But, I can wait to get sushi and stuff down my throat. And these are the 4 things that I'm looking forward to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Walking around the Departure Hall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The long plane ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Hotel Room / Carpet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The COLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7899685935758318707?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7899685935758318707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7899685935758318707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s raining.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5111381416279687579</id><published>2009-12-09T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:20:02.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat</title><content type='html'>Oh this is really not a right time to blog. &lt;div&gt;I'll come back later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5111381416279687579?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5111381416279687579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5111381416279687579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/cat.html' title='Cat'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5460622169241069320</id><published>2009-12-01T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:52:05.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-dRZ3TJbok&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-dRZ3TJbok&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, not even an average girl has that much lipstick in her make up box. This guy is epic. It's been a awhile since I've watched his videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gvGDsIYrrQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gvGDsIYrrQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supersize THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5460622169241069320?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5460622169241069320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5460622169241069320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/ketchup-anyone.html' title='Ketchup, anyone?'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5985768896003304274</id><published>2009-11-26T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:07:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need i say more anything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PvPzyXkuHg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PvPzyXkuHg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5985768896003304274?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5985768896003304274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5985768896003304274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-i-say-more.html' title='need i say &lt;s&gt;more&lt;/s&gt; anything?'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6715988820191511627</id><published>2009-11-26T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:08:48.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felix.</title><content type='html'>It is extremely ironic that my blog header is 'Drama Overdose' because honestly, my life hasn't had a speck of drama since whenever. (I really can't remember) Whatever. Life is completely pointless right now. Now I'm wishing that all this would be over as quick as how my secondary school life ended. Guess this proves that no one could be satisfied with what they already have.&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's just me. Maybe sometime this week, I'd be pulled in another direction and once again have my perspective of life change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really have to add links before people think I'm anti-social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, what the hell do I care what people think? I have friends and they sure are one of the most awesome people I have ever met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....or not. I'll take that back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOKE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. what is so great about New Moon huh? then only thing I find cool is Dakota Fanning. Kristen can't act. And Rob looks really weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6715988820191511627?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6715988820191511627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6715988820191511627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/felix.html' title='Felix.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4376619618722015717</id><published>2009-11-24T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:25:54.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Charmed Ones.</title><content type='html'>So while I'm waiting for the next episode of &lt;i&gt;Mystic Falls&lt;/i&gt;(I still hate the title Vampire Diaries. Too cheesy.) to be released, I've been indulging myself in Charmed, right from the beginning, Season 1. Only 7 more seasons to go. And by the end of the year, I'll be needing another pair of eyes. Or not.  And then while waiting for the episodes to load, I'll watch Supernatural. Oh mystic creatures, I call upon you! Now I have a feeling that when school starts next year, I'll be wearing black every single day to mourn for our generation and spreading Wicca. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I'm just tired of searching for flights online. I'll just wait for my dad to come home so that we can actually go to the agency and get everything settled in an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The Power of Three will Set Us Free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4376619618722015717?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4376619618722015717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4376619618722015717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/charmed-ones.html' title='The Charmed Ones.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4799174247694038658</id><published>2009-11-22T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:17:14.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new life.</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that everything's over.&lt;div&gt;Not gonna bother posting up the prom pictures. It was fun while it lasted. Now I'll just have to find a new job after the promotion thing with Y&amp;amp;F. Then I can get my mother a gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. I'll go back to watching &lt;i&gt;Mystic Fall&lt;/i&gt;s again. And Charmed. And Buffy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw twilight. Real vampires don't sparkle in the sun. They burn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4799174247694038658?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4799174247694038658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4799174247694038658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-life.html' title='new life.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-3569964146895070231</id><published>2009-11-18T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:26:38.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sign.</title><content type='html'>I've been saying that very often and it gets annoying. I just stumbled upon a post that I wrote 2 years ago, when I was still an avid fan of the band I thought was the best in the world, avenged sevenfold. (Don't get me wrong, they are not the best, but they're friggin' awesome people who make awesome music) LOL. Anyway, its funny that   today is the 18th of November and I was reading a post dated 18th November 2007. What's the big deal? It's Johnny's Birthday! So I'm glad I didn't miss the date. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday Johnny!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'd comeback later to post about something more interesting and fruitful rather than just talking about myself and my past. Ya know, I'm still trying to get a hang of this blogging thing. It's still kind of foreign to me. (...........) Can't help it that I'm such a boring person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-3569964146895070231?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3569964146895070231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3569964146895070231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-sign.html' title='It&apos;s a sign.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2193599651888233697</id><published>2009-11-17T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:39:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodramatic.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've actually posted something worthy of being read. Surprisingly, I feel handicapped. For exactly 3 days after O'Levels officially ended, I could already feel my vocabulary beginning to deteriorate. A hundred words at a time. (And I'm just making myself feel better by exaggerating. Way to go, kitty.) Not to mention my grammar. I have a feeling that the cause of all these is my putting aside reading for approximately...4 months. So in exactly, 40 minutes from now, I will forcefully tear myself away from the screen and pick up a decent book to read.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough about the present. I'm actually quite bummed that I can't make it for the Bangkok trip because of my exams. It's unfortunate that I can't see Leeteuk(har har). Seems like I'll just have to stack the disappointment on top of all the other two hundred that I've suffered from the past few weeks and deal with it. On a brighter note, I'll still be going somewhere for the holidays...and research has been progressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not forgetting Prom, which is this Friday. I can finally walk on the carpet in the hotel corridors. So I've got all my things ready. Funny that I'm actually feeling indifferent about the event. Make Up vs Maksim? I want to watch Maksim instead! But since Fatimah would rather go for Stage, I can't find anyone else who would want to watch Maksim with me. Therefore, I have no other choice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's 202, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I think I need a PT-job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2193599651888233697?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2193599651888233697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2193599651888233697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/melodramatic.html' title='Melodramatic.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2315470612274883686</id><published>2009-10-16T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:39:29.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I got sunshine in a bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2315470612274883686?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2315470612274883686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2315470612274883686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy.html' title=''/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4418428862606665926</id><published>2009-10-05T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:43:15.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End.</title><content type='html'>The year is almost over. I managed to spend some time reading my pasts post, and boy, have I changed alot. Unfortunately, I'm unable to spend time writing about that as I have a time limit(no, it's not my mother). So I'll just sum everything up like this....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;EXACTLY 20. TWENTY. DUA PULUH. ISTHNANI WA ISHRUN. TWENTY MORE DAYS TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O'LEVELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back on the 12th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm thinking of sticking with blogger. or move back permanently to tumblr? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever, that should be the last thing on my mind now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4418428862606665926?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4418428862606665926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4418428862606665926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/end.html' title='End.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6531320895343587432</id><published>2009-01-10T13:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:13:04.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWyTNPZ0NgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/rPLcoBFDx-o/s1600-h/DSCF6590-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWyTNPZ0NgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/rPLcoBFDx-o/s200/DSCF6590-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290765517935883778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I shall reach there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6531320895343587432?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6531320895343587432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6531320895343587432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/01/locked.html' title='Locked.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWyTNPZ0NgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/rPLcoBFDx-o/s72-c/DSCF6590-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8470915053735587836</id><published>2009-01-08T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:52:29.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last</title><content type='html'>It's already the fifth day of school and I'm already pressured and worn out.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, It's okay. I have 21 days to change my bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop blogging until everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8470915053735587836?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8470915053735587836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8470915053735587836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/01/last.html' title='Last'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-3426208875951368796</id><published>2009-01-04T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:38:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things aren't always what they seem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWCrEdLHAVI/AAAAAAAAA20/_xLFKzn6ubo/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWCrEdLHAVI/AAAAAAAAA20/_xLFKzn6ubo/s200/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287414055572013394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWCqlLDwd1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/L7wJyFC-FG4/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWCqlLDwd1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/L7wJyFC-FG4/s200/DSC00933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287413518133393234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWCqX7Rjf7I/AAAAAAAAA2k/R_l-e0o_LmQ/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWCqX7Rjf7I/AAAAAAAAA2k/R_l-e0o_LmQ/s200/DSC00920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287413290557996978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible things are happening.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is, no one's doing anything to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-3426208875951368796?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3426208875951368796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3426208875951368796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-arent-always-what-they-seem.html' title='Things aren&apos;t always what they seem.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SWCrEdLHAVI/AAAAAAAAA20/_xLFKzn6ubo/s72-c/DSC00950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1007270153709486135</id><published>2009-01-03T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:27:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A second.</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say anymore.  But sometimes I just wish I'd stop putting others' feelings before mine. And stopped caring so much. I have lost my voice, yet again. If it gets better, I shall muster all the courage I have to scream in their faces. Hah, and that will happen like, in another thirty years or so. Now let me just say something really simple; No one has the right to say who or what others can befriend or what they want to do. Do not make decisions for them, although even I myself find it extremely hard because sometimes they can really be just plain stupid and fucking stubborn that you just want to give them a really tight embracing reality slap- if it's even really possible. You know why? Because you'll end up doing the SAME (goddamn) thing!  The closest you get to what I call "conquering" their lives is just by advicing them. Well, I don't have the slightest clue why I just said all that. Maybe it's because I was thinking and looking back at what I've done a few years back made me realise all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I'm being honest to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a hypocrite. In a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot something. Like they said, if you want something, let it go. If it comes back, then you know it's truly yours. Anyone correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm in love with Brad Pitt. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Though he's old enough to be my father.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares? Imagine him and Angelina Jolie being your parents!&lt;br /&gt;Take that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1007270153709486135?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1007270153709486135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1007270153709486135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/01/second.html' title='A second.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8621483815046796255</id><published>2009-01-01T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:14:37.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Another year has passed. School's starting tomorrow. I still don't understand why can't it just start on Monday since tomorrow's a day before the weekend. Ughh. I don't know how many times I've said this, but I'm really starting to hate this already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8621483815046796255?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8621483815046796255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8621483815046796255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6107873539849244224</id><published>2008-12-31T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:05:07.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Well, Happy New Year everyone. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6107873539849244224?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6107873539849244224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6107873539849244224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8710412302329375764</id><published>2008-12-25T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:47:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this so hard to believe ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SVNwNKWuSmI/AAAAAAAAA1M/h3ESEgb21H0/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SVNwNKWuSmI/AAAAAAAAA1M/h3ESEgb21H0/s200/DSC00940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283690159255997026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I am extremely terrified of 2009?&lt;br /&gt;And I need to come up with my new year's resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;God Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8710412302329375764?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8710412302329375764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8710412302329375764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-so-hard-to-believe.html' title='Is this so hard to believe ?'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SVNwNKWuSmI/AAAAAAAAA1M/h3ESEgb21H0/s72-c/DSC00940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2887733285977850616</id><published>2008-12-22T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:34:30.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"May I help you Sir?"</title><content type='html'>I'm back. (like 2 days ago.)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll update about the trip soon.&lt;br /&gt;When I don't have training.&lt;br /&gt;Or when my mother isn't her crazy old self.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Having the genes like I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2887733285977850616?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2887733285977850616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2887733285977850616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/may-i-help-you-sir.html' title='&quot;May I help you Sir?&quot;'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-3946398693516015975</id><published>2008-12-15T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:49:48.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SUZbf9uID9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/VhEOKHw3fKk/s200/DSCF6415.JPG'/><title type='text'>Korea Sparkling</title><content type='html'>Honestly I have no idea why that phrase came across my mind. So yeah. I made it to Korea. WE made it to Seoul. I actually have not slept since yesterday's flight at 10.45pm.  It's 10.15pm Seoul time now, since their 1 hour ahead of Singapore. I know Fatimah has updated her blog while I was in the shower just now. And she said she KNOWS what my biggest flaw is. I have yet to find out hers though :x Hahaha. Now I'm using her laptop to update mine(while she's sleeping) haha  not that I sneaked, she crashed early and I had to email something urgent. Now that I'm done, I just felt that it'll be fun if I updated from here. And ohmygod, I love the weather. It's freezing cold outside and damn the hotel room is cool. Okay I have to stop before I get carried away. I don't want to pay extra for the unnecessary usage of the internet. (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oyasumi-nasai (I'm still not used to korean language, but heck, Japan still rules:D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SUZbf9uID9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/VhEOKHw3fKk/s200/DSCF6415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280008217840586706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-3946398693516015975?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3946398693516015975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3946398693516015975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/korea-sparkling.html' title='Korea Sparkling'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SUZbf9uID9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/VhEOKHw3fKk/s72-c/DSCF6415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6109549455638503846</id><published>2008-12-13T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:08:13.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Lost</title><content type='html'>SO MANY THINGS, SO LITTLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;EXPAND THAT TINY HOLE YOU FAGGOTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6109549455638503846?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6109549455638503846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6109549455638503846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-lost.html' title='Get Lost'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1916636241882458783</id><published>2008-12-08T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:11:10.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>I've learnt something. Even if you're older and at the age that I wanna be, if you can't think rationally, THERE ISN'T ANY POINT. Your mentality is still lower than mine. Taking advantage of  your relatives that have actually HELPED you through tough times is the last thing that should be on your mind. Get off your fucking lazy asses and help your mother keep what's left of your family standing. I am sick and tired of listening to them talking about your situation. You know why? Because I don't see any progression. So stop wasting your money on trash and living off other people. Don't you ever take those who are actually taking up their free time to help YOU for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1916636241882458783?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1916636241882458783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1916636241882458783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/screwed.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8387697140425027385</id><published>2008-12-08T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:01:16.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wasted the most precious one and a half hour of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8387697140425027385?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8387697140425027385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8387697140425027385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7349525095433149942</id><published>2008-12-06T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:15:44.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM</title><content type='html'>Someone's watching High School Musical really loudly from their flat. And it's getting annoying. But whatever, I decided to scrap the Big Blue Wall idea (though I LOVED the way Andrew Bravener did his) and go for grey and white instead. My mother didn't allow black cos she thinks it's gothic and gonna affect my growing up cycle. Hahaha. So I opted for grey, it was close to black anyway. I'm starting to like how things are going now, except that everythings moving so slowly. Plus I have only three days left. I think I need help, I only have two hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. I hear something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD. MY MOTHER IS LISTENING TO PUSSYCATDOLLS.&lt;br /&gt;THE PUSSYCATDOLLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap. The world's gonna end. Real soon. (Well, I think that's why she doesn't want black. Since I've been thinking about that alot lately)haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I REALLY need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7349525095433149942?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7349525095433149942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7349525095433149942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/hsm.html' title='HSM'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4457723723439127842</id><published>2008-12-04T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:14:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Walls.</title><content type='html'>I have new found respect for painters. My arms are aching like crap, and I'm only at the first layer for the walls. I have 10987654321.................2 more days to finish painting. I need help. Or maybe I don't. haha. I think, I'm gonna have a Big Blue Wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4457723723439127842?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4457723723439127842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4457723723439127842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/four-walls.html' title='Four Walls.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5423539375255019516</id><published>2008-11-29T12:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:38:24.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12345.</title><content type='html'>Fedoras and floating hats. Its nice to see them once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Another vacation coming up December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have decided that we are cool. In a way.&lt;br /&gt;Even Peanut's cool.(duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a way to describe what I saw yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But I had fun. Minus the part that I can't go out at night anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5423539375255019516?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5423539375255019516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5423539375255019516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/12345.html' title='12345.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-407155727058805072</id><published>2008-11-27T21:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:38:11.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondie</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting day.  We decided to have an outing a few weeks ago for 6 people. But only 2 could make it. Surely that explains a lot. Haha. Effa and I decided that we could just go ahead with the plan, since we were almost ready. We planned to just walk, walk and walk. But as usual, we ended up going shopping(without much money). I never knew I would get attracted to something from Forever 21. But I did. sigh. Okay, the highlight of the day for me was at Bugis Street. Again, I never knew that I would enjoy searching for stuff there. There was a new shop, sort of vintage and old school? I don't know how to describe it. The lady was really friendly and we ended up talking about the shirts than actually choosing one to buy. I mistook Richey James Edwards from the Manic Street Preachers for Michael Jackson(when he was white) AND Robert Plant for Jimmy Page from Led Zep. Uh oh. But don't blame me cos the hair was similar and it's a print, not those clear obvious normal pictures. It's sort of faded and stuff. But my second guess was close. Ha ha. We ended up talking about the MSP gig that just passed. She thought they have not performed here yet! Too bad she missed it. lol. Anyway, I bought a Blondie shirt.(I don't even like them.) It's a picture of Debbie Harry. It's really nice though! For 18bucks? Handprint. So...i guess it was worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay so um, when I like, got home, I called my boyfriend and like, talked to him and stuff and talked about what colour shirt I was gonna wear tomorrow since we have like, a date. And I like, told him, I'm gonna wear like, green or something tomorrow, baby. And he said 'hmm, I think I'll wear something that'll match my sweetsugarhunnybum love!' Oooooh see how like, sweet he is?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l o l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-407155727058805072?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/407155727058805072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/407155727058805072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/blondie.html' title='Blondie'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4997937637923236834</id><published>2008-11-26T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:39:03.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting for that signal you know.&lt;br /&gt;God, give me a SIGN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of making my own assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what my reaction would be if I knew what's really happening.&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't use "truth" cos it'll sound too dramatic.) lol.&lt;br /&gt;But really.&lt;br /&gt;*kicks peanut*&lt;br /&gt;OOPS. I meant the wall. You know, wall nuts. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;omfg I'm laughing at myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SS1fNdoxp6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/QhFtvR0KIT4/s1600-h/valkyrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SS1fNdoxp6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/QhFtvR0KIT4/s200/valkyrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272975423619311522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must...be....patient!&lt;br /&gt;February. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4997937637923236834?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4997937637923236834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4997937637923236834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SS1fNdoxp6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/QhFtvR0KIT4/s72-c/valkyrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6817990178550484369</id><published>2008-11-25T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:36:16.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"DearJimmy</title><content type='html'>I WANT YOUR STICKS! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I missed my chance. It's been a month and a day. *Depressed* Actually, I didn't know that talking too much to yourself and not realising that you are ignoring others can lead to depression. It's kinda disturbing for me because I do that. Not the ignoring part, I do that on purpose. But that's besides the point. I like talking to myself. Cause you know, it actually makes you realise what you're really doing? Not only the sequence in your head. That kinda stuff. Yeah...... (okay I'll drop the sub)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I have major plans for my bedroom. Been planning several layouts for a few weeks. Or months. With breaks in the middle of course. I'm not a hardcore on-the-go person. I'm a procrastinator and I do what procrastinators do: Wait for another 5 months and then start to pull up my socks. Inch by inch. l o l.  But I'm being fickle about how many colours my wall's gonna have. Think I'm gonna limit it to three. Or Two.  God, I can't wait to get my hands on the paint! Unfortunately I still have to complete the packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, fly time, FLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm probably the last to know (as usual), Congrats to newly weds Matt&amp;amp;Val!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 I'm sort of looking forward to seeing tiny little Matts and Vals running around with deathbat tattoos. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6817990178550484369?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6817990178550484369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6817990178550484369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/dearjimmy.html' title='&quot;DearJimmy'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7199578552939267907</id><published>2008-11-22T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:50:32.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batu</title><content type='html'>I have been in the "I wanna rock mood" lately.  Though I've been freaked out and didn't dare sleep alone for 2 nights. Which is actually very weird for a girl my age. lol. Anyway, I didn't really talk much about the camp because it was way way way dramatic. Really, I realised that the people that I usually cry with are my EXCO siblings. God, I love you guys. We managed to organize a successful camp despite our many, many setbacks! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SSfj6oQBsNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/S0C9eml_maY/s1600-h/th_A7XWY2B6887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SSfj6oQBsNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/S0C9eml_maY/s200/th_A7XWY2B6887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271432485237010642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Johnny's Birthday. But at least I remembered when I was away. I miss sleeping under the stars. It was a really great experience because I've never really slept under the stars without shelter. We just lay in the quadrangle and fall asleep. LOL. But it got really cold at night, even with a jacket. I miss all of it. Especially the part where we saw a HUGE cockroach before we took a shower downstairs. We freaked out and Aaron had to run all the way down! Thinking there was like, a real fire or something cos we were shouting "Cockroach on FIRE! Cockroach on FIRE!"  It was hilarious. Bestpart was that we said "Cockroach" softly and  screamed "FIRE!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found out the lyrics to that part of Dancing Dead!&lt;br /&gt;Found it on Youtube -_-&lt;br /&gt;"would you want to fall&lt;br /&gt;they'd drop you without any thought&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the mighty fall&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah      "  But I'm not really sure of the second line. Still sounds different to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7199578552939267907?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7199578552939267907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7199578552939267907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/batu.html' title='Batu'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SSfj6oQBsNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/S0C9eml_maY/s72-c/th_A7XWY2B6887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-9050932814832412014</id><published>2008-11-20T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:17:21.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-9050932814832412014?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/9050932814832412014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/9050932814832412014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-3029761697873496801</id><published>2008-11-15T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:29:39.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Pants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR7qhbrHPUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1vRZg0tBS_o/s1600-h/me+in+army+pants%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR7qhbrHPUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1vRZg0tBS_o/s200/me+in+army+pants%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268906474155228482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR7qmDe0-DI/AAAAAAAAAmo/HQVxbmCTmH8/s1600-h/me+n+kak+on+dino%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR7qmDe0-DI/AAAAAAAAAmo/HQVxbmCTmH8/s200/me+n+kak+on+dino%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268906553560594482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay they're actually just normal NCC pants, but whatever. 'Army' sounds MUCH cooler.&lt;br /&gt;And, um. I think I have a new crush. hehe. Sorry Phil. :X Lions are just, too fierce. I prefer kitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-3029761697873496801?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3029761697873496801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3029761697873496801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/army-pants.html' title='Army Pants!'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR7qhbrHPUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1vRZg0tBS_o/s72-c/me+in+army+pants%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4572727726265771178</id><published>2008-11-15T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:31:22.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Cat.</title><content type='html'>So I tried Nidia's method. You know, figure it out by ear? I still can't, and I gave up(no surprise there.lol.) and decided to fill in the blanks myself!  This was what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Won't you want some blood?&lt;br /&gt;You crawl to me with all that you've got!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all the mighty gods(though it actually sounds more like 'pots'.) !&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L O L. Well, it fits the song. So I'll just continue singing that until I finally find the actual lyrics.  Peanut's a Peeping Tom. And he always jumps out of his fur when I frighten him from the back. No wonder he isn't that tame compared to Tiger Ba Junior! :X My dad has been chanting "Peanut! Peanut! " for the past 60 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's this blogger who keeps bragging that she shops at Zara and takes everyone of her pictures with the same stuff she bought + the paper bags. Don't get me wrong I just happened to come across her blog, it's not like I read it everyday. lol. ANYWAY, I'm sure everyone knows she's faking and reuses the same paper bags every time she claims that she shopped there. LOL. Sorry I just got annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try making Eggs in a Basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR7A79cxRwI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OBnpzIWvH10/s1600-h/th_scream.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR7A79cxRwI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OBnpzIWvH10/s200/th_scream.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268860750410106626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4572727726265771178?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4572727726265771178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4572727726265771178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/smelly-cat.html' title='Smelly Cat.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR7A79cxRwI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OBnpzIWvH10/s72-c/th_scream.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8443000918345402200</id><published>2008-11-14T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:13:26.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>I still can't make out the lyrics to Dancing Dead. I need help. I can't find it online. Dammit. Anyway, we had a weird encounter with some primary school kids(well, they looked like they were younger than 13). Or they could be in Secondary One. But whatever, you get the point don't you. So we were wasting time and drinking stuff from glass bottles and stuff, you know, trying to act "bad". (Bunch of losers). So then they walked past us when we heard them blasting some song from their handphone. We honestly thought that it was some punk band. BUT. *climax* It turned out to be a friggin' High School Musical 2 song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it? Summertime. It's our vacation. What time is it? Party time That's right, say it loud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes. We were laughing our asses off and blasted some trash metal from OUR phones. haha. It was hilarious. We &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR0WWO1H4WI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9EMAy0UrFY4/s1600-h/DSC07314-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR0WWO1H4WI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9EMAy0UrFY4/s200/DSC07314-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268391710287192418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also went "High School Musical Rocks! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  And during A Maths class later at night, Mariam went, "That girl looks like a boy!". Well, thanks. Just because I wore army pants. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8443000918345402200?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8443000918345402200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8443000918345402200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SR0WWO1H4WI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9EMAy0UrFY4/s72-c/DSC07314-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1673140744731319026</id><published>2008-11-12T15:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:08:30.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeeeeeecap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRqOPit1ZgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VKbfAnDGwFA/s1600-h/Ichabod+Mixed+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRqOPit1ZgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VKbfAnDGwFA/s200/Ichabod+Mixed+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267679111831447042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking back at all Peanut's pictures when he was small made me miss that little Peanut of mine. He's no different now though he's grown. (: So here's he - In my favourite picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I know I've done this a few months ago. But as I was reading my previous posts, I realise that I have to update some stuff. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of ways of how I can combine a wedding in a plane with little cats dressed up in dresses and tuxedos walking down the aisle with me. And also have Avenged Sevenfold as my wedding band. Anyone willing to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1673140744731319026?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1673140744731319026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1673140744731319026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-ive-done-this-few-months-ago.html' title='Reeeeeeecap!'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRqOPit1ZgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VKbfAnDGwFA/s72-c/Ichabod+Mixed+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8656774468367339871</id><published>2008-11-11T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:33:46.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Rock Paper Scissors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRmkD3E94WI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P2Jxv46dZAE/s1600-h/DSC07259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRmkD3E94WI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P2Jxv46dZAE/s200/DSC07259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267421625417851234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an odd day. It is, the 11th of November anyway. So "Daddy", "Kak" and I made a fool of ourselves at McDonalds. Mega Big Mac and plans to sell drugs to schoolkids. Dammit I should've taken a picture with the picture of the Mega Big Mac. lol. Sorry Kak that you switched off whenever we talked about bands and stuff :/ Ended the outing with a game at the arcade. Silent Hill. It's my first time playing but yeah I think I rock at it! And I can't believe that Kak found the game really scary. Haha. But one thing I couldn't help commenting on was seeing a malay girl wearing a scarf publicly displaying affection with her boyfriend. I mean, cmon. At least have the decency to keep the reputation of other muslim girls who wear the scarf right? If you want to make out so badly, find the right attire at least. (Sounds abit ironic.lol.) Anyway, it's probably safe to say that my day was balanced. With both fun and studies. Logarithms. Why can't it be the only thing tested in A Maths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I'm&lt;br /&gt;counting the days to when all this misery will end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8656774468367339871?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8656774468367339871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8656774468367339871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-rock-paper-scissors.html' title='I Rock Paper Scissors!'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRmkD3E94WI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P2Jxv46dZAE/s72-c/DSC07259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8123533741229598647</id><published>2008-11-10T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:52:11.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Click Click</title><content type='html'>Scroll down and you'll see something you WISHED was that cute and harmless in real life.&lt;br /&gt;If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where George is now?.....It's been a month already.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8123533741229598647?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8123533741229598647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8123533741229598647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/click-click-click.html' title='Click Click Click'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4602406174726707364</id><published>2008-11-10T17:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:35:12.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>So I see log everywhere now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;I miss convos. I miss last time's conferences.&lt;br /&gt;Singing over the phone. Listening to Hayati's sis singing(though that was only once:)&lt;br /&gt;I don't like lazing around during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do exciting things. I want to walk from Pasir Ris all the way to Jurong. Maybe to Boon Lay. Or even follow the MRT line(wtf?). I want to turn back time. So that I could've met&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; them&lt;/span&gt;. So that I could've gotten right up to the front row. I want to catch up with all of my primary school friends. I want to hang out with my current friends now. I want to go Ice Skating. I want to go Rock Climbing. I want to cycle. Lol. I even want to do A MATHS! I want to make over my room. I want to paint my walls white. And draw all over it. And paste things that reflects me everywhere. Basically I want to do alot of things. But TOO friggin' lazy to move my bum. HEHE. Someone shoot me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And um. Hooray for Gunners!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4602406174726707364?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4602406174726707364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4602406174726707364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6688360644149821809</id><published>2008-11-08T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:47:10.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRWKSd5AqlI/AAAAAAAAAjU/txvkiSVX72I/s1600-h/Artificial_eyes_by_piratedollie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRWKSd5AqlI/AAAAAAAAAjU/txvkiSVX72I/s200/Artificial_eyes_by_piratedollie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267389145688658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6688360644149821809?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6688360644149821809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6688360644149821809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SRWKSd5AqlI/AAAAAAAAAjU/txvkiSVX72I/s72-c/Artificial_eyes_by_piratedollie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8888203100927644822</id><published>2008-11-02T21:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:12:45.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An alternative topic.</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap. I just had the weirdest fantasy(FANTASY. gawd.) when I attended a wedding reception in the afternoon. I have decided that I shall have my wedding photoshoot in a plane. Have my wedding invitation cards made like a Boarding Pass. And try to find a place where I can make the atmosphere similar to a plane's. God knows if the economy would build a suitable place for that in the year 2020. Well, that's the year I think I would you know, get hitched. LAUGH OUT LOUD. Something's gotten into me. In to me I see. (OHMYGOD.) Where the hell did that come from? I think it's that novel. Oh my. Oh my. I can't seem to stop talking about this crap.  ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to distract myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQ21TSJmiEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tXJMvLJ9dZk/s1600-h/Incubus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQ21TSJmiEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tXJMvLJ9dZk/s200/Incubus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062882360232002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I picture your face....at the back of my eye......" "Dooo doo dooo dooo dooo...." "Anna Molly...Anna Mollyyyyyyyyyy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT!EDIT!EDIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE THE SAME PHONE AS AMAZINGPHIL! THE AMAZINGPHIL!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. over-reacting. BUT WHO CARES! I CAN SEND HIM STUFF NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Since he put his add up! LOVE!LOVE!LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQ2063cbuvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/bM34NvwpR-A/s1600-h/aMAZING+PHIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQ2063cbuvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/bM34NvwpR-A/s200/aMAZING+PHIL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062462874598130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8888203100927644822?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8888203100927644822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8888203100927644822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/topic.html' title='An alternative topic.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQ21TSJmiEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tXJMvLJ9dZk/s72-c/Incubus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-3140566654658742695</id><published>2008-11-01T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:08:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinnnnnnnnnn City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQxGbMIgUrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/w248TcNvURw/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQxGbMIgUrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/w248TcNvURw/s200/DSC00450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263659497416577714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Ass.&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a romance novel. It's been a while since I've read one anyway, since I've started reading biographies and non-fiction like books by James Frey and stuff. Because I started to find Stephanie Meyer a tiny bit ridiculous. Anyway, the novel I just read was 'Daring to Dream' by Nora Roberts. I wanted to know what made her so popular, because I see her books everywhere. So during the 4hours which I was free yesterday after being released from the course early(bloody hell. I went all the way and wasted my time), I went to the library to read. I was at Compass Mall for about 5 friggin' hours. Killing time since I had to wait for the rest to finish. Okay back to the book. It was filled with sex, sex and what can I say? Sex. No wonder she's popular.  But the storyline was fine. And they were really sweet parts too. Plus it was also about strong, independent women. However, the part which really got me a bit curious was the way she described all the sex scenes. I won't quote, cause it'll seem weird. Very dramatic is all I can say. l o l. Made me wonder if she is deprived of sex. God. I shall stop talking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to spring clean.&lt;br /&gt;And do up my Memory Wall.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up a picture of it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've all been more than eager to sin!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl I Know; Avenged Sevenfold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-3140566654658742695?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3140566654658742695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/3140566654658742695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/sinnnnnnnnnn-city.html' title='Sinnnnnnnnnn City'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQxGbMIgUrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/w248TcNvURw/s72-c/DSC00450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1292215053031874253</id><published>2008-10-30T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:03:44.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney</title><content type='html'>Stupidity VS Conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were debating about this topic. And the subject? Britney Spears. In the ICA building. Where Fatimah was supposed to make her IC. What's so interesting about that two days ago? Easy, it's not.  Well, her turn was in an hour, but we debated until we missed her turn. And we ended up waiting for another hour for her second number. Well, it was fun raising our voices and arguing about whose side is right in public. We got quite alot of attention. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was two days ago. I swallowed cement yesterday. Enough said. I don't really have anything much to talk about though. But I'm gonna think of a topic soon. Because this is starting to seem pointless. Plus I have to work harder for my essays. Maybe I should try that business thing the BlogGuy who came to my school was talking about. Bet I can make millions just like him! Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frank Carlton Serafino Feranna, Jr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell? NIKKI SIXX.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know that was random. But his name just popped into my head. And it made me decide that if I get to live long and ever get married and have a son, I'd name him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Isham Serafino Feranna. &lt;/span&gt; Haha. Really. Bet there isn't anyone else around here that has that name. Righttttt? Well, other than Nikki himself. Whatever. l o l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my parents just can't stop asking about my results.&lt;br /&gt;Stop comparing me with your friends' kids! Seems like they'll never accept me for what I am(drama much). Whatever. Oh god. It's starting again. *shrieks* Why don't you just bugger off and find some other kid to brag about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1292215053031874253?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1292215053031874253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1292215053031874253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney.html' title='Britney'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2832305748793208252</id><published>2008-10-25T11:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:10:24.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avenged Sevenfold</title><content type='html'>This has ought to be the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BEST&lt;/span&gt; month of my life. First Motley Crue, then Japan. Now, Avenged Sevenfold!  Last night was incredible. Max Pavilion has a lot of disadvantages but the sound system is AMAZING. l o l. I could record videos with clear sound and at the same time hear the audience singing! I hate the flooring though. And half of the hall was infested with the new fans, I could tell. But its ok. Though they played only ten songs, and performed in a very short time. I think it was worth my money *smiles cheekily* haha. Unfortunately, the band didn't connect much with the audience this time, unlike last year. I think I still prefer them last year. Holy Shit. I miss those times. Maybe it's just because I've watched them before. Hmm.  Okay. Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Very unclear pictures. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKUpqWlAxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8t1Y43FWw7g/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKUpqWlAxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8t1Y43FWw7g/s200/DSC00755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260930758186697490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQM7d7R-W1I/AAAAAAAAAis/8Dljg879g-4/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQM7d7R-W1I/AAAAAAAAAis/8Dljg879g-4/s200/DSC00786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261114175014198098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKTZFrIZiI/AAAAAAAAAh0/crEH7YtWzmM/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKTZFrIZiI/AAAAAAAAAh0/crEH7YtWzmM/s200/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260929373951256098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKUf8gskUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z3pfcOSuyUY/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKUf8gskUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z3pfcOSuyUY/s200/DSC00751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260930591262282050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKUSIbS7jI/AAAAAAAAAh8/JwkPLRDrSrU/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKUSIbS7jI/AAAAAAAAAh8/JwkPLRDrSrU/s200/DSC00748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260930353942687282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhhhhh I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Raya. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;lol.  I'll update laterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;October 2008, HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQM7NWiFhwI/AAAAAAAAAik/tIOG4Y7snhQ/s1600-h/DSC00777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQM7NWiFhwI/AAAAAAAAAik/tIOG4Y7snhQ/s200/DSC00777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261113890271758082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I was interrupted by the Jalan Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nidia got Zacky Vengeance's Pick! That is so sick! I'm extremely jealous now. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;But I am happy that I got to take a picture with her and the pick. I was holding it! haha. Well holding something that Zacky himself touched is sort of the closest I can get to meeting them. Hell. I wished I stayed back longer to be able to meet and greet them when they came down the stage to take pictures with their fans. Bloody hell. To make everything worse, I missed their flight! Fuckers (not them. Me.Us.) *shrieks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was sad because they didn't have pyrotechniques despite having the gig indoors. I wanted it to be like when they were at LBC. Bummer. Plus, Synyster started doing the tongue. Which reminded me of Gene Simmons. Hahaha. Well, who doesn't love KISS? heh. Even Yati found Detroit Rock City awesome! l o l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2832305748793208252?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2832305748793208252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2832305748793208252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/10/avenged-sevenfold.html' title='Avenged Sevenfold'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQKUpqWlAxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8t1Y43FWw7g/s72-c/DSC00755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2906733121133419530</id><published>2008-10-23T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:17:54.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQBxH3cWdDI/AAAAAAAAAhs/T3Z_83xSRDM/s1600-h/Image1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQBxH3cWdDI/AAAAAAAAAhs/T3Z_83xSRDM/s200/Image1372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260328744724624434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan unexpectedly turned out to be one of the best trips I've gone to in my life so far. I loved the company, EXCO. Especially my Bapak, Mak, Kak Hodoh, Adek Bola and my Dato's spirit. I'll explain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;I need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi Nasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, Hatanaka- San.&lt;br /&gt;On the day we left for Fukouka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQM4NCFzFQI/AAAAAAAAAic/r_Z8Luwv8bY/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQM4NCFzFQI/AAAAAAAAAic/r_Z8Luwv8bY/s200/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261110586249516290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really enjoyed my self in Japan. Plus the food was amazing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I love my new family! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2906733121133419530?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2906733121133419530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2906733121133419530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/10/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SQBxH3cWdDI/AAAAAAAAAhs/T3Z_83xSRDM/s72-c/Image1372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8433043541600292861</id><published>2008-10-17T08:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:23:21.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Wire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfl5g-p80I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Qyfw_kWPURw/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfl5g-p80I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Qyfw_kWPURw/s200/DSC00392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257923866246378306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello awesomeness! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfkvprKtuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Wm9aPODw4d8/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfkvprKtuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Wm9aPODw4d8/s200/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257922597270238946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are the Saints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfkbxIlXuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QuoeDJqAs_A/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfkbxIlXuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QuoeDJqAs_A/s200/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257922255675285218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfkFVVnAfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qcQK3f7xWVg/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfkFVVnAfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qcQK3f7xWVg/s200/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257921870256603634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Neil and Mick Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfjlyei1KI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5_e1jDAX1aQ/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfjlyei1KI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5_e1jDAX1aQ/s200/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257921328322892962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Obsession opening for Crue.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfjR902BwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/oL8y66Nqu_Y/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfjR902BwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/oL8y66Nqu_Y/s200/DSC00319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257920987771832066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfis2Ft7WI/AAAAAAAAAgs/saEnsTlQvvA/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfis2Ft7WI/AAAAAAAAAgs/saEnsTlQvvA/s200/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257920350039960930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M-O-T-L-E-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a live, Live Wire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the 2nd most AWESOME night of my life yesterday. 16th October &lt;s&gt;2007&lt;/s&gt; 2008(paisey) baby! Motley Crue was so....I seriously can't think of any word to describe them. It's just, ughhhhh. Fuckin' awesome. Right, so before I went to the gig, I met up with Fatimah, Yati and Haikal at Siglap. I should have taken about half an hour to reach there, but I took half an hour more. Why? COS I FUCKINGLY TOOK BUS 12 BACK WHEN ACTUALLY TOOK 12 TO TANAH MERAH INTER. This, is solid proof of my stupidity. Extremely embarrassing. *screams* Okay so yeah. Unfortunately I had to gobble down my food because my dear cousin, Azri, gave me a call saying that there was a long really fuckin' long queue. So I had to rush to the train station and go to City Hall. Met Fuzz Daddy there, together with his 3 other buddies. I didn't know we could walk from City Hall to Fort Canning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was quite surprising when I saw how many people were already there. Because there weren't many. lol. So we wondered why we were so "kiasu" to get there. But the crowd started filling in. Met Azri and his buds. And they came up with a brilliant idea. To write the letters of "MOTLEY" on their bodies. Too bad they couldn't find any other sporting people to complete the "CRUE". Sigh. If only I were a guy, trust me, I would have stripped my top instantly. l o fuckin' l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Kickstart the gig with Kickstart My Heart! (@!#@!) My favourite was Live Wire! duh. ok.&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn there's so much to say. But I don't have time to mention everything. Damn it Survival Training Camp. Thank God I'm leaving a day earlier. To Japan! Where Crue is gonna be too! Fukouka, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more when...&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my waaaay, I'm on my waaaaaaaaaay;&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Hooooome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8433043541600292861?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8433043541600292861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8433043541600292861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-wire.html' title='Live Wire!'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPfl5g-p80I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Qyfw_kWPURw/s72-c/DSC00392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1421807027675895104</id><published>2008-10-15T22:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:28:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badass</title><content type='html'>Whoa. I just read one of the most straight forward post I've ever came across. Well, seems like some kid thinks she's married or something. L o fuckin l. But THAT is besides the point. You see, just when I was hoping to come across some hardcore keyboard action, I found it!  Absolutely brutal. Come on. You did not just claim that you speak, or write rather, perfect English. REALLY. If that were the case, maybe you should just quit school and go write your own lame love novel or be the next ridiculous Stephanie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to hell with that. I can't really be bothered with that. Since I'm like, a day late. lol.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But UGGGHHHH. Boy, do I get really annoyed when people do that.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. I just you know, had to let it out? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results for our papers were given. I shouldn't have entered class. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Main reason for my epic failure? PROCRASTINATION.&lt;br /&gt;Why my bad habits have not been erased? Fuck off. Don't even make me think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a lazy faggot. Dammit I've been really vulgar today.&lt;br /&gt;Blimey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friend Fatimah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that today didn't really turn out well for you, since it's your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't make it for your Birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;But the night is young,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise I'll try to get you what you want from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;21 hours to Motley Crue!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1421807027675895104?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1421807027675895104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1421807027675895104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/10/badass.html' title='Badass'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5553087728280483527</id><published>2008-10-11T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:46:16.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPCuFf7YqaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/pPFygMxKg0Q/s1600-h/flower.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPCuFf7YqaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/pPFygMxKg0Q/s200/flower.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255892174634527138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bleaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'LL BE BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5553087728280483527?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5553087728280483527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5553087728280483527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogs.html' title='BLOGS'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SPCuFf7YqaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/pPFygMxKg0Q/s72-c/flower.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-526553080158459500</id><published>2008-10-04T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:58:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to post properly today so I'm gonna do it now. Though I don't see any point. ANYWAY. I was reading all my previous posts, including last year's. Funny how I always look back and laugh. I'm no different in methods of posting. I never have had an interesting topic to talk about. I feel like the front part of my head. Or brain. You know. the part behind your forehead? Yeah, is empty. Well, I feel like it is. Sorry but I don't have the ability to describe things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me just post about what I've done the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me because I'm gonna sound exactly like those typical blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, no I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here to say, I just had my first sheesha session yesterday with Dedededdy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW JAPAN, I'M STAYING HOME.&lt;br /&gt;): &lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-526553080158459500?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/526553080158459500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/526553080158459500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/10/peanut.html' title='Peanut'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-877266836453975421</id><published>2008-10-04T12:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:48:32.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuh</title><content type='html'>Sheesha?Husky voices.Soar throat.Heavy eyelids.Headache.Body aches.All fucking worth it.&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;One more week to the end of exams.&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and like Lyly said. I sorta miss those times again. Well, guess we all had another fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-877266836453975421?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/877266836453975421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/877266836453975421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuh.html' title='Fuh'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8888710362402062451</id><published>2008-09-30T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:16:43.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SOGL46TMz6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/bLH1_tlwiC4/s1600-h/you-want-some-ointment-for-that-sick-burn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SOGL46TMz6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/bLH1_tlwiC4/s200/you-want-some-ointment-for-that-sick-burn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251632450329431970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ripped this off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l o fuckin l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you ain't dumb, you'd know how to see the words clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8888710362402062451?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8888710362402062451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8888710362402062451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/burn.html' title='Burn'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SOGL46TMz6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/bLH1_tlwiC4/s72-c/you-want-some-ointment-for-that-sick-burn.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5138315469242533679</id><published>2008-09-30T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:58:00.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, I don't feel the atmosphere of this festive occasion. Yes, I'm talking about Hari Raya. Which is, needless to say, tomorrow. Everyone(I think) used to be so enthusiastic about the celebration this year, somehow, we(or I) just can't be bothered. I think the only reason why I'm a teeny weeny bit excited is because of my new clothes. Seriously. This is how bad things have gotten for me. I don't want to go to my grandmother's place and meet all my relatives. Honestly speaking, I'd be bored to death.  Even if I started a conversation I'm sure it'll go like this, "So how's school? You're sitting for your O's next year right? What subjects did you take? Oh. Eh? Omg that must be really difficult." OR "So, dah start collection? heheh. Confirm duit this year sikit seh. In the middle of exams pulak tu" (Firstly, its the first day so OBVIOUSLY the collections wouldn't have much progress. Secondly, who cares? Thirdly, duh. It's been like this every year. Exams and all. We know it. You don't have to say it.) OR even worse. NO CONVERSATION. Then I'll just start one with my self. "Uhmmmmm. Uh....murrrr murrrrrr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see your cousins who used to be so (insertwordofchoice) last year suddenly had a makeover and became one of those (insertwordofchoice). The people that you least expect to turn bad, turns bad. Oh, and the age group. THE AGE GROUP. I used to think that I'd be their age one day and they'll stay that age and we'll be the same age. I'm not gonna elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part yet to come. All your aunts and uncles will start to ask you about school. Compare YOU with their own kids. Then your mom will be like(this is what I predict), "Oh my daughter's leaving for Japan later this month with her school..." blabberblabberblabber. Then aunties will go, "EH! Alamak ajak cik skali la pegi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it. I'm beginning to feel nauseous. Thank GOD I have two close cousins. I'd probably end up arm wrestling or playing with Fayyaz baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that I'm looking forward for tomorrow is pathetically parading around in my kebaya and heels tomorrow. And not forgetting.....FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't you think this skin is wicked cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5138315469242533679?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5138315469242533679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5138315469242533679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5374522859674149115</id><published>2008-09-27T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:23:27.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuel</title><content type='html'>"Gimme fuel gimme fire gimme that which I desire.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I burn.&lt;br /&gt;Fuel is pumping engines.&lt;br /&gt;Burning hard, loose and clean.&lt;br /&gt;Then I burn.&lt;br /&gt;Turning my direction.&lt;br /&gt;Quench my thirst with gasoline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool song for the F1 season eh. L o l. I should've gotten the tickets. Damn it. But hell, watching it on TV clearly is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help. My mother's a lunatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5374522859674149115?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5374522859674149115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5374522859674149115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuel.html' title='Fuel'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7701324886880000038</id><published>2008-09-25T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:18:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday Siti Nadhirah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bummer that it's so close to the End Of Years.&lt;br /&gt;You got my card so I don't have to say much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mugging too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7701324886880000038?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7701324886880000038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7701324886880000038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-7892052565609678524</id><published>2008-09-20T15:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:01:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="190" height="170"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeSSwKffj9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeSSwKffj9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="190" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He has a list of ten things he does not want you to do. But if you don't he has a special place for you full of fire and smoke for you to live and suffer and choke and cry until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about irony.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P George Carlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-7892052565609678524?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7892052565609678524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/7892052565609678524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-2172885630987318525</id><published>2008-09-19T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:35:21.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral. Oral. Oral.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNPFI8Vg7DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4i7ssfDprDI/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNPFI8Vg7DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4i7ssfDprDI/s200/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247754748242750514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; come looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up the conversation &gt;.&lt; Oh to hell with it. It's over! Malay's next week. *shudders* Not gonna think about it. It's beginning to scare the shit out of me. Anyways, today was good. But not great. No, today was normal. Did you know that a tiny part you got all wrong affects every single thing related to it and crumbles it into billions of tiny pieces only happens in mathematics?!  (mygod, such an extremely long sentence!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. Peanut has a running nose. Cats have mucus? Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, was interrupted. Well, yeah, things like that happen only in maths. I think. Can't think of anymore examples. Whatever.  Nothing much happened in school anyway. Except that everyone copied each other during Chemistry, as usual. Mr D's cool. He's reactions are usually unpredictable. And that expression on his face. Haha. Sorry I can't put it in words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made my decision! I just remembered that Hari Raya is coming so I can take some more time to save up more for Avenged since I just got more change for Crue. I have (more than) enough already! HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I remember I gave a shitload of cool advice to Nad today! haha I think it's one of the few times I actually made sense. But I don't think the others realise it (as usual). So Nad, take what's happening as the point where you have to start anew and look at it from a positive manner? You have to break that barrier. Break that wall that's being such a hindrance and burden to your freedom. 'Cos you know deep inside what it's doing to you. So yeah, you're taking too much time. Be Happy. (:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if she even remembered. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the way, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22nd Birthday Fuzz "Daddy"!  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday Hamdan "Rev"! xD  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Belated 15th to Vivian "Mum/Phobia Queen"! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Belated 15th to Wai Teng "muka tak boleh maintain"! (:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I owe alot of people presents.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just make a card out of recycled paper. heh heh heh. (cheapskate much!) KIDDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-2172885630987318525?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2172885630987318525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/2172885630987318525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/oral-oral-oral.html' title='Oral. Oral. Oral.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNPFI8Vg7DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4i7ssfDprDI/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4635091167060698003</id><published>2008-09-18T18:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:49:58.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs and days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNIvPUEJQ9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Y8kDxNivo_A/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNIvPUEJQ9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Y8kDxNivo_A/s200/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247308455970685906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got the new album a few days ago. Friggin' awesome shit! But as usual, some songs need some getting used to. i.e. listening to it over a hundred times. l o l. Some of my favourites are Cyanide, All Nightmare Long and The Unforgiven III. But it's not the best they've done.  Their classics like Enter Sandman and Fuel still rules over. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to The Script, as you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt;. It's funny how when I was in class just now Leon was like "I knew the song earlier than you guys" and "I got the song wayyyyyyy before you and shit",(end of the Leon example.haha.) I realise that most of us kids nowdays love to do that. You know, "I got it way before you", "I knew them before you so get lostttt". I mean, come on, it's just a song. I gotta admit I still do that sometimes but it's just plain kiddish. So what if you got it first? Wanna prove you're a fan? Do it the right way. NO DOWNLOADING ILLEGALLY(I'm being a hypocrite here.oops.) and BUY THEIR MERCH! But really. I only dl when I wanna hear the full song and if it's not available or something. But I always end up buying albums when it's out. errr. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got out of point. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNIwLT9WhdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/awQy9RA0iFY/s1600-h/Motley_Crue_by_s8n_james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNIwLT9WhdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/awQy9RA0iFY/s200/Motley_Crue_by_s8n_james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247309486734345682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE Crue (c) Deviantart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNIxK1vFYkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Qf_etEpeH2E/s1600-h/ASevenfold.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNIxK1vFYkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Qf_etEpeH2E/s200/ASevenfold.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247310578133066306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       ohmyfuckinggod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  I'm thinking twice about Motley Crue....because the Japan trip has been brought forward so I'll be able to make it to Avenged Sevenfold! Been waiting for them to come back since SingFest last year.  I'd love to and want to go for both but I have a problem now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$$M$O$N$E$Y$$&lt;/span&gt;. Turns out that $$$ can not only bring you hapine$$$$ but in some situations be a burden too. The ticket for Crue is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;140buck&lt;/span&gt;s(until 22sept) and it'll cost more after! Damn and I'm a bigger fan of Avenged than them. Which costs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75bucks&lt;/span&gt;(until sunday) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85bucks &lt;/span&gt;after for limited student prices. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELPPPPP!!!! I NEED A JOB!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4635091167060698003?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4635091167060698003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4635091167060698003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/songs-and-days.html' title='Songs and days'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNIvPUEJQ9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Y8kDxNivo_A/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5419013186952137579</id><published>2008-09-18T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:27:12.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNICONJcvtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bO9nRWtS7kE/s1600-h/501-gerber-daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNICONJcvtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bO9nRWtS7kE/s200/501-gerber-daisies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247258958910766802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to my mother and brother panicking about Peanut at 4am. He almost fell from the 5th level today. Thank God he didn't lose his balance. Managed to lure him to climb up the ladder. I cried! well, duh. He's my only kitty. But like they said, a cat has nine lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you ever had the feeling that you're gonna face something really horrible the next day and it always happens? How about when you feel exactly the same but then it turned out great instead? Happened to me today. Got that real "you're so dead" vibe the whole night before but it's actually just fooling you. I had fun doing the maths test. (shit. talk about random.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a few things that I'd like to talk (or rather bitch about) today.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna spoil my second post in a long time with negative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;macam faham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I do have something now. It's a tiny bit random though.&lt;br /&gt;To those who love bitching and acting hardcore on their keyboards,&lt;br /&gt;please do it wisely and know how to insult by using actual ways of insulting? Because all most of you do is just blurt out lots and lots of foul words that mean the same thing. over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;And that, is hilarious because it shows how dumb you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5419013186952137579?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5419013186952137579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5419013186952137579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/decisions.html' title='Decisions.'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SNICONJcvtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bO9nRWtS7kE/s72-c/501-gerber-daisies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8046878078964528267</id><published>2008-09-17T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:23:37.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new beginning.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's what always happens to me. So. I'm back, decided to re-open the blog since I came to a decision that I should get my mind cleared of rubbish.Figures that I do have the ability to organize and concentrate on something. Nothing interesting has been happening lately. But there are a few major events coming up. Example?  Motley Crue and Avenged Sevenfold are coming next month! Finally after waiting for ages. Avenged kept the promise they made to us fanatics. Hooray. So yeah, 16th for Crue and 24th for Avenged. *kachiiiiiiiing!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright can't and won't talk much now.&lt;br /&gt;Major papers around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some time and something to bitch about next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with something my brother came up with;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ready to get Synyster in the Shadows with a Vengeance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8046878078964528267?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8046878078964528267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8046878078964528267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning.....'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5509015130229358366</id><published>2008-08-12T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:09:44.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SKF8t7GMOJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vIqGcmIJVS8/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233601370380843154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SKF8t7GMOJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vIqGcmIJVS8/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tourist sesat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today was interesting. The day passed by so fast. Planned to go home straight but I didn't. As usual. Hung out with Fatimah, Hayati, Jita and Haikal after school. I had my first ever Big Mac today! Mmmmhmmmm. I shan't say anything about school because, school is school. What else is there in school? Oh, I saw some of the sec 4 &lt;em&gt;guys &lt;/em&gt;that shaved their eyebrows. Plain weird. What has the world come to?! So yeah, basically that's that for today in school. Bet no one gives a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. Until later in the day. But Fatimah, Hayati and I went to town. Finally, after a months of nothingness. We walked down the roads of Orchard and stuff. Not that it changed drastically or anything. Everything was pretty much the same. I almost got a free hug. But all the cute guys were taken and I was too chicken. (Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had to go off early. Why does this always happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can come home late on days where I want to go back early.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay on when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;watch out...cliche phrase coming........&lt;br /&gt;"Life....is....so....unfair!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5509015130229358366?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5509015130229358366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5509015130229358366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/08/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SKF8t7GMOJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vIqGcmIJVS8/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-8982368358012128434</id><published>2008-08-11T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:33:47.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that woman gives a whole new meaning to the word &lt;em&gt;motherfucker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't get the wrong idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-8982368358012128434?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8982368358012128434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/8982368358012128434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-5516724266130895601</id><published>2008-08-10T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:11:57.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realised something a few seconds ago. My keyboard is really noisy. I can't immitate the sound though. Then again, who would? I'm wondering why I'm writing a post at this hour. Oh.Fatimah just told me she's been thinking about someone lately. Awww. She's got it baaaad! But the thing is, she can't make up her mind and always ends up confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yeah. I wanted to go out with her and the others to watch the fireworks but noooo I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't. Why? My dad said there were alot of b*****s around that area. But come on, do you actually think a b***** would rape me or something? Ridiculous. Fatimah got home in one piece.haha. I don't really have anything much to say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OKAY. you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fine be that way!"&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, why am I still sleepy even though I slept until 9.30pm just now?&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;I can never explain that word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-5516724266130895601?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5516724266130895601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/5516724266130895601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4709349851812950931</id><published>2008-08-09T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:55:33.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJ2v3GZ-56I/AAAAAAAAAfM/He9wzVcYK1I/s1600-h/xco_girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232531703221643170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJ2v3GZ-56I/AAAAAAAAAfM/He9wzVcYK1I/s200/xco_girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending alot of time with EXCO this week. Not that I regret it or anything, in fact, I enjoyed every minute of it. There are lame games being played everywhere we went. So besides school, I've been thinking of a few things that have been bothering me for quite a while. It's really hard for me to actually just sit down and think anymore. And the worst part is, I can't even find a good reason to be feeling that way. So yeah, I'm pretty much lost now. But it got better after a while. And now I'm feeling exactly the same thing again as last week. It's irritating, how I think. It just gets on my nerves that I imagine and fantasize about things so easily. I need to see things clearly. I can't read between the lines. I get affected by other people's moods. I am irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just fell asleep for like, 5 minutes in front of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get my head sorted out. THEN I can start to think and talk properly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't go out on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;What's my age again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4709349851812950931?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4709349851812950931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4709349851812950931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/08/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJ2v3GZ-56I/AAAAAAAAAfM/He9wzVcYK1I/s72-c/xco_girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6888662601406974097</id><published>2008-08-07T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:52:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJrv6f86LhI/AAAAAAAAAfE/cwgMBwi7Aas/s1600-h/flowers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231757705432673810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJrv6f86LhI/AAAAAAAAAfE/cwgMBwi7Aas/s200/flowers-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally passed my first maths paper this semester! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome shitz yowz. (didnt know where that came from.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But HELL YEAH I DID IT! WOOH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise I'll post something longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon. When my brain starts functioning and when I'm not so lazy like how I am now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the screen is shaking. or is it just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gdnite fellaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6888662601406974097?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6888662601406974097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6888662601406974097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-post.html' title='Another Post'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJrv6f86LhI/AAAAAAAAAfE/cwgMBwi7Aas/s72-c/flowers-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-1498974887523185814</id><published>2008-08-04T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:09:00.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess sometimes you just have to be frank to get your point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't always be so sure of yourself that you know everything right?&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you haven't even experienced it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;So please, think again alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my day was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first ever Monday for this semester so far that ever went by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have quite a few things to say, but I'm just too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-1498974887523185814?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1498974887523185814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/1498974887523185814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/08/frank.html' title='Frank'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-4514950748297966201</id><published>2008-08-03T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:22:01.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is gonna be real short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am scared for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to walk that path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-4514950748297966201?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4514950748297966201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/4514950748297966201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/08/questions.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6413848982059362347</id><published>2008-08-02T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:36:52.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJRD6wUYhOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yJkcj_vtzvw/s1600-h/Picture+Swensens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229879743965856994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJRD6wUYhOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yJkcj_vtzvw/s200/Picture+Swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why do I still keep my blog when I don't even post much in it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask me because I don't know the answer myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I just have to say that the worst years of your life are from 11 to 15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And goddammit. It's my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't give in without a fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, that was a bit random. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I just got a book from Mark and Alfred today called 'The Worst Years of Your Life'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a bonus picture of a frog on the cover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hell yeah everyone should read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6413848982059362347?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6413848982059362347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6413848982059362347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJRD6wUYhOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yJkcj_vtzvw/s72-c/Picture+Swensens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6413734939384207018</id><published>2008-07-30T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:44:50.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awimbawe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJBOtI8qwwI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EauPyhcA1iE/s1600-h/DSC01394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228765704780169986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJBOtI8qwwI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EauPyhcA1iE/s200/DSC01394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the jungle, the mighty jungle; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lion sleeps to night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cambodiaaaaa memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I haven't posted anything proper this week. Didn't have the time to even touch the machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'll get to the point. Shah, Keith, Ah Loy, Huo Jun and Shah's sister and friend AND myself went to watch the match between Brazil and Singapore. Was psyched, but it was only fun during the 1st half. 2nd half the crowd was stoned. Nothing much happened next though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I have nothing much to say about my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xcpt the fact that I can finally play Mr Vee after 10000years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buh bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6413734939384207018?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6413734939384207018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6413734939384207018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/07/awimbawe.html' title='Awimbawe'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/SJBOtI8qwwI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EauPyhcA1iE/s72-c/DSC01394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6600312091736820521</id><published>2008-07-27T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:44:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do 3-D glasses work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6600312091736820521?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6600312091736820521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6600312091736820521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/07/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687001613401332806.post-6571561913488726401</id><published>2008-07-26T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:05:45.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I KNEW IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew this was gonna happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh how I wish I can slam your head into a wall and crush it real bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687001613401332806-6571561913488726401?l=grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6571561913488726401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687001613401332806/posts/default/6571561913488726401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapesinthemouth.blogspot.com/2008/07/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>syirene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178830580230742456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0adB97j_rk/S08EgoJ46_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OchHgPpHpds/S220/IMG_5860.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
