<?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-22180030</id><updated>2011-11-26T00:14:30.227+08:00</updated><category term='siczprd'/><category term='happy birthday'/><title type='text'>Little slippers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6858789639575126199</id><published>2011-09-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:43:32.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes many things have happened. From not so exciting déjà vu, to exciting bowel moving happy screams while rolling around and comfort kisses for someone I love to bits and getting even closer my few dear god sent people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall always run to this nonexistent little word regurgitation site. Which gives me slight comfort of sorts? For the very first instance that is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many little vile volatile liquid courage nights and calls to Australia once again.  We have today, where after some very much time and needed sleep from liquid courage/work nights I finally got back to telling my sweet little stories of gruesome randomness. Bouncing around and doing little sudden movements at work. Yes bliss for me indeed to be swimmingly nonsensical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it was too good to be true. I thought I’d be ok with going online or even switching on the com. Nope not one bit. Sinking and drowning in the merciless facebook updates and pictures that just happen to put themselves on the most obvious compartments of the hard drive. Incredibly lucky I say.  Abit too dubious with the whole idea of even clicking any icons or links at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note two things ring constantly in my mind for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One; A very sweet comment by a colleague, “you’re an incredibly nice girl what (as in “waaaat” in singlish terms then he said nicely and slightly more seriously), but I don’t know why you haven’t found anyone nice yet”  awww right. Yes I melted with awwwness and just smiled. I really do have a nice bunch of workmates but work itself is insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two; an exciting unsettling predicament adventure that my dear angel is caught in. where I’m ecstatically happy for her eventhough she isn’t.  I am to the extent of smiling like a bloody buffoon everywhere for the past 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I shall add one more; my boss looks at me like she wants to eat me. Yes I’m just a little terrified.  Just a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6858789639575126199?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6858789639575126199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6858789639575126199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#6858789639575126199' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8040149387969437327</id><published>2011-07-17T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:47:40.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70BObJcK-po/TiLLp6fEZ4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/h0M7siT76x8/s1600/SAM_0827-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70BObJcK-po/TiLLp6fEZ4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/h0M7siT76x8/s400/SAM_0827-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630286405101184898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit tired of repeating numerous times. thats all Im saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8040149387969437327?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8040149387969437327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8040149387969437327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#8040149387969437327' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70BObJcK-po/TiLLp6fEZ4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/h0M7siT76x8/s72-c/SAM_0827-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1536501829276025513</id><published>2011-06-26T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:29:36.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can feel my gut traveling through my throat and beginning to unwillingly purge from me. No I do not want to feel this way neither do I ever plan for it. And really sometimes when you need to call people they are never contactable. And they seem to be un contactable at the same time. It’s amazing. So trying to hold in my gut so don’t look like I’m falling apart. I can’t just walk out of the house when I need to desperately.  And on top of that my parents being able to read my fb wall is not going absolutely fabulous for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask is it so hard. Really I have to ask everyone is it so hard to reply. Is it really that hard really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1536501829276025513?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1536501829276025513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1536501829276025513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#1536501829276025513' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6347719623721993534</id><published>2011-06-04T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:01:49.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s amazing how much a person can be shallow or one dimensional. Myself included. I just scrolled down to 5 years ago and ugh so appalling. I was tempted to delete or at least change some things. I was unpacking the cupboard and came across old diaries. It was truly slap your thighs and say oh dear god what in the world did I ever do.  But then again would anyone want to change memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine a relatively uncountable number of appendages raised in the air approving of this.  I can imagine why too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I’m convinced if I changed anything I would change everything. Including my few sweethearts that are always there when I’m happy or I truly need someone without having to say anything at all or seem sad, pathetic or basically show any emotion to raise a red flag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine someone mocking me in a caring way, saying that “you don’t need to act pathetic” in a sarcastic way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweethearts that stay on the phone to just hear you whimper pathetically for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweethearts who are terribly harsh and put you in place in reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweethearts with magical powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweethearts that condemn people to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the other day going to work and a friend texted me cartoonlike sweet nonsense to make me feel better, that made me cry, not that I was reminded why I was feeling just a little upset bout someone else. But cry that the fact that I had an incredibly awesome friend that genuinely cared and got how I felt even without saying anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;I am honestly happy with my little minivan of people in my life. Whom all I thoroughly adore madly till the ends of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bald Alan cries when chow dies incurs madly insane bowel losing syndrome laughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6347719623721993534?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6347719623721993534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6347719623721993534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#6347719623721993534' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-3917374745110503132</id><published>2011-06-04T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:14:31.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a wee bit miffed -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-3917374745110503132?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3917374745110503132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3917374745110503132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#3917374745110503132' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-985136532464636729</id><published>2011-05-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T02:08:47.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate thinking that what a friend said may be true. That I am insignificant as compared or that nothings on par. It makes me want to cry scream kick and just fall into little itty bitty pieces. In lost of all dignity and I hopes that someone with bring super glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know I am well abled to super glue myself, but it would be nice to know that someone will bother to sit beside my fragmented body and glue it back together.  Someone being the person I want that someone to be.  No some weird person of the face of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scared me to death that melancholy was my default mode to your temporary absence. Yes I’m terribly scared even more. But not for reasons one may think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igk1q4iHvUY/TdVcMO2faqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1Fo72ueky-o/s1600/IMG_2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igk1q4iHvUY/TdVcMO2faqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1Fo72ueky-o/s400/IMG_2384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608490276174654114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t help that I see normal people around me. &lt;br /&gt;who can do things normally &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I admit I’m abnormal, and what consists in my life is abnormal&lt;br /&gt;I’m usually fine with abnormal&lt;br /&gt;But not this portion.&lt;br /&gt;Normality for this would be something I crave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-985136532464636729?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/985136532464636729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/985136532464636729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#985136532464636729' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igk1q4iHvUY/TdVcMO2faqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1Fo72ueky-o/s72-c/IMG_2384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-3448797343820705648</id><published>2011-04-23T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T11:57:06.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes I think too much it drives me insane&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I don't think at all that I personify a bimbo =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that I'm non human, using the word personify I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with hamsters in a ball and just pondering &lt;br /&gt;cease my pondering for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;mad insane love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely girl is coming back in june/july &lt;br /&gt;I want to smile so bad&lt;br /&gt;I either can &lt;br /&gt;1) slit my cheeks so I can stretch my smile like the joker&lt;br /&gt;2) Or, steal Steven Tyler's huge mouth and paste it on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes either one of those solutions would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpobDTB-Xhk/TbJNiUnDU0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/18C443ZgpuQ/s1600/10f20aaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpobDTB-Xhk/TbJNiUnDU0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/18C443ZgpuQ/s400/10f20aaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598622538818343746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne4HQDIMnpA/TbJM5MJ3OhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iRK4Ms7XKCk/s1600/JokerJack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne4HQDIMnpA/TbJM5MJ3OhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iRK4Ms7XKCk/s400/JokerJack2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598621832173795858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;mad insane love again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-3448797343820705648?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3448797343820705648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3448797343820705648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#3448797343820705648' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpobDTB-Xhk/TbJNiUnDU0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/18C443ZgpuQ/s72-c/10f20aaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2138314558255469422</id><published>2011-04-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:18:53.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ymmslai nearly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Yes someone please smack me, press their lips against my forehead and tell me that everything’s good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferably from someone I know ehh&lt;br /&gt;If not I’ll most probably call the police to hunt down the whoever =}}&lt;br /&gt;reasonably sane people would do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2138314558255469422?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2138314558255469422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2138314558255469422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#2138314558255469422' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-3141297199372069494</id><published>2011-04-06T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:24:37.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Global Deejays - Зеленоглазое Такси &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy unsleepy bahhhness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-3141297199372069494?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3141297199372069494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3141297199372069494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#3141297199372069494' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-9064095521726465360</id><published>2011-04-02T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:19:35.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have sexy man boots now. And I shall mention , if any guy actually wears anything similar, Id swoon like there’s no tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I want infinite snugs right now =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just a hand full of people that can get your stomach into knots, which is good and bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy man boots I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to sexy man boots and lot of other items I shall attempt to refrain from any expenditure for April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I’m kidding myself. &lt;br /&gt;Don't highlight that to me. &lt;br /&gt;Tie my hands out of care and concern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-9064095521726465360?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9064095521726465360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9064095521726465360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#9064095521726465360' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7881718897841041876</id><published>2011-03-28T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:28:01.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLYiOM03DZU/TZCbTwlSUrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WwA6-SoPvzk/s1600/196432_10150165508666421_648221420_8648771_6339894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLYiOM03DZU/TZCbTwlSUrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WwA6-SoPvzk/s400/196432_10150165508666421_648221420_8648771_6339894_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589137901327897266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m steadfastly riding a little magic Turkish carpet whooshing me around. Though, I think I’m using the word steadfastly in a wrong context here and there's no such thing as the whooshing word. Alternating everything maybe every 10 hours or so making some big turn with no practical reason. Yes I do take note that everyone reading does not comprehend. For your comfort neither do I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall ponder and whack whoever in the head. This person / these people shall consist of whoever I please or call upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then recite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boombahbahlaalaaduuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a car load of people right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, not truck load.&lt;br /&gt;Car load&lt;br /&gt;I’m not as greedy as you =}&lt;br /&gt;Three people are enough satisfy my missed needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my car load of people. like a mad idiot individually&lt;br /&gt;stretch my lips really wide for me please&lt;br /&gt;kaythanksbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7881718897841041876?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7881718897841041876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7881718897841041876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#7881718897841041876' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLYiOM03DZU/TZCbTwlSUrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WwA6-SoPvzk/s72-c/196432_10150165508666421_648221420_8648771_6339894_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7546308091454466075</id><published>2011-03-27T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:52:40.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going slightly insane =} and  =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7546308091454466075?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7546308091454466075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7546308091454466075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#7546308091454466075' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6066823731785307475</id><published>2011-03-16T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:02:22.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slightly pleased, confused, miffed and stuck in a pondering state. Fortunately cameras with friends can easily substitute the façade of joyousness that derives from one too many pints. I was denied the zoo today but at least not good company along with screams and more screams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Noiinaw2EnY/TYDOkFTX6-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Z5oOfGV0Z3E/s1600/SAM_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Noiinaw2EnY/TYDOkFTX6-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Z5oOfGV0Z3E/s400/SAM_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584690657233464290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commend me =}&lt;br /&gt; I walked into AMK with no fret what so ever. Shush even if you don’t understand what it means just commend me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I smiled and giggled when that little red blimp lit up on my facebook screen.  TSK I must be going mad. BAAAHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6066823731785307475?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6066823731785307475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6066823731785307475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#6066823731785307475' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Noiinaw2EnY/TYDOkFTX6-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Z5oOfGV0Z3E/s72-c/SAM_0660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4376885982173208449</id><published>2011-03-02T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:46:44.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you ever see a knight in shining armour hes most likely a retard covered in aluminum foil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feeling a little tinge from being ding dong ditched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets kill ourselves with formalin &lt;br /&gt;then skip over the baby with the multicoloured eyes&lt;br /&gt;whack a cute boy &lt;br /&gt;and and act all coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you hear baby cousins talk about their adventures with their whoever, its just so amusing. my baby cousins are teens. Cause i knew them as babies and now all the action and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4376885982173208449?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4376885982173208449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4376885982173208449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#4376885982173208449' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7979885873279578856</id><published>2011-02-24T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:46:26.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m back to normal =}}} as normal as I can be. &lt;br /&gt;Ill most probably feel shitty after 1.2K is drawn from me poor hands on Saturday. But still back to normal for now is good =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a first for everything&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friday was funnnn even though I felt like a pile of shit after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7979885873279578856?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7979885873279578856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7979885873279578856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#7979885873279578856' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2790956608956821908</id><published>2011-02-20T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:56:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems impossible though I tell myself it will all work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m sitting quietly doing nothing and rotting away you ignore me or you’re just neutral.&lt;br /&gt;Once I have something to do, be it talking on the phone or going out suddenly everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;I have to accomplish everything before I go out or you have talk to me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;You must always always make me cry somehow&lt;br /&gt;Is it deliberate?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m too tired to fight &lt;br /&gt;I just might become a hermit then cause I really am tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2790956608956821908?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2790956608956821908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2790956608956821908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#2790956608956821908' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-3845227987007224905</id><published>2011-02-07T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:55:34.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave leave</title><content type='html'>Back to work &lt;br /&gt;After 6 straight days of no work (due to two days mc, my doctors so nice :})&lt;br /&gt;I feel dramatically awful&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a 1 day work week &lt;br /&gt;This week is a five day work week&lt;br /&gt;Might be 4 depending on stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow how I'm feeling can only be compared with is having drunk 3 pints.  But it’s not high and happy. My head is swinging like it but accompanied with neck aches, throat disturbances and wanting to fall and lay down face first on the lab floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally squeaked at the overhead bridge aunty selling soybean milk. It was funny, pretty much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s the fumes or the air in the work place but the minute I stepped in I swayed like mad and my eyes lit up with white sparkles. Bahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nataliedee.com just visualizes everything so aptly :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TU9Qd3Yh7YI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YuwWltTgOpY/s1600/SW-sleeping-in-nyquils-loving-arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TU9Qd3Yh7YI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YuwWltTgOpY/s400/SW-sleeping-in-nyquils-loving-arms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570759738093858178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-3845227987007224905?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3845227987007224905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3845227987007224905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#3845227987007224905' title='leave leave'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TU9Qd3Yh7YI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YuwWltTgOpY/s72-c/SW-sleeping-in-nyquils-loving-arms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1201344564578927532</id><published>2011-02-02T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T02:29:52.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TUhRFqyubcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/l4BQMWI7seg/s1600/SAM_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TUhRFqyubcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/l4BQMWI7seg/s400/SAM_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568790097071861186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People accommodate changes. No matter how drastic it is. Be it a change of a job or a death. Be it nerve racking or melancholy. &lt;br /&gt;Both happened, both passing by in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having butterflies in the stomach for one&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that the phrase “we’ll only see you next year?” will never come again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the New Year may be better with everything supposedly washed away. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1201344564578927532?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1201344564578927532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1201344564578927532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#1201344564578927532' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TUhRFqyubcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/l4BQMWI7seg/s72-c/SAM_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7802021163661488117</id><published>2011-01-31T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:55:50.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>six&lt;br /&gt;i  bruised  my  knee  wrist    and  my  shoulder  hurts  like  a  muther  friging  hell.  that  i  grimace  when  i  try  to  even  push  in  the  plug  to  the  socket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7802021163661488117?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7802021163661488117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7802021163661488117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#7802021163661488117' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-5062468616910977128</id><published>2011-01-31T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:50:01.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ill make this a quick short one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, yesterday and still for a long time to come&lt;br /&gt;I will be freaking traumatized &lt;br /&gt;as i fell and broke my jade bangle :[&lt;br /&gt;bahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;honestly i wanted to scream and kick my legs &lt;br /&gt;and hopefully it will injure some unwilling participant of my display of sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two &lt;br /&gt;I think i can say that I'm way better looking :}&lt;br /&gt;this particular person&lt;br /&gt;and No, I;m not being super awfully thick skined &lt;br /&gt;but i think now after so long &lt;br /&gt;I can say so honestly yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby god-sister&lt;br /&gt;hello there&lt;br /&gt;if she ever reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four &lt;br /&gt;the new year so far has been hectic that I pretty much haven't seen anyone since the day after boxing day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five &lt;br /&gt;ILY :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my baby love &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TUWkpdwaQuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P7GviHaybEg/s1600/165120_10150116579426131_692331130_8106380_853301_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TUWkpdwaQuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P7GviHaybEg/s400/165120_10150116579426131_692331130_8106380_853301_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568037546582754018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booo work tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5062468616910977128?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5062468616910977128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5062468616910977128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5062468616910977128' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TUWkpdwaQuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P7GviHaybEg/s72-c/165120_10150116579426131_692331130_8106380_853301_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-5368284283984383118</id><published>2011-01-04T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:27:45.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to get it off my chest and scribble down a few thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it seems like I deliberately make the wrong pick even though I have the right choice staring in my face. It’s nothing that should dwell on, I know but blleahhh. So many weird decisions made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example metaphorically&lt;br /&gt;Option 1: Rock on ground &lt;br /&gt;Option 2 : rock balancing on a straw vertically straight on the ground. Bear in mind the straw is the bendy straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious choice is option 1 but somehow I derive to option 2.  Honestly kick me in the head. I had clear opportunities and chances, butt nooooo.  &lt;br /&gt;I could laugh till I cry sometimes.  I know bollocks :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year my baby kicks.&lt;br /&gt;I shall bite you with delightful joy, bite you hard.&lt;br /&gt;Till your flesh departs from your calcium/elastin/collagen deposits&lt;br /&gt;Those are your bones by the way :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spaaaaaaaaaa i go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5368284283984383118?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5368284283984383118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5368284283984383118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5368284283984383118' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6640603191593362695</id><published>2010-12-29T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:39:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beshrew short term memory seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there I was sitting at work all swallowed in turmoil and feeling as if someone was tugging my respiratory system and trying to pull it out though my mouth. I know the reason why I’m terribly upset by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I just open my eyes and I am still in the lab but I forgot the blasphemous reason.  I blacked out; while I was still awake I might add. A few minutes of memory just flew out the window. For the life of me I can remember the horrendous reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might say it’s good, because I shut out the topic well out of my head so well. But I digress. It is fucking agitating. Don’t mind my French. But honestly, to compare it with puking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exactly like wanting to throw up so badly but someone taped up my throat and told me not to. bleahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Complements of the season :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to godmas house tom and grandaunts the day after&lt;br /&gt;Being hectic full stocked with events with people I adore is awfully brilliant&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6640603191593362695?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6640603191593362695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6640603191593362695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#6640603191593362695' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8179776870950157135</id><published>2010-12-27T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:13:07.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered grandpapa.&lt;br /&gt;not the real one but someone I used to talk to &lt;br /&gt;he was older thus dubbed grandpapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandpapa where are you now I wonder&lt;br /&gt;lawwlll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy christmas my loves &lt;br /&gt;you know I mad grateful to have everyone that is in my life at this period of time &lt;br /&gt;maddd feaking love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO MASSACRE YOU PEOPLE WITH MY LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TRg7ddBKMCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5lGzai-X5p0/s1600/SAM_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TRg7ddBKMCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5lGzai-X5p0/s400/SAM_0433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555255517553242146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8179776870950157135?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8179776870950157135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8179776870950157135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8179776870950157135' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TRg7ddBKMCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5lGzai-X5p0/s72-c/SAM_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7961743673058606374</id><published>2010-12-19T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:04:51.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking at the twinkling Christmas tree lights make me happy :}&lt;br /&gt;for abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i go back to being agitated. &lt;br /&gt;bahhhhhhumbug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7961743673058606374?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7961743673058606374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7961743673058606374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#7961743673058606374' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-727983394914255582</id><published>2010-12-17T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:20:06.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dummer boy is my boyfriend. Stay away. I have warned your soul.</title><content type='html'>I fidget that there'll be a possibility of besties coming home. :}}}} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing grown up baby cousins, 2nd cousins 3rd cousins, aunts, uncles, grandaunts, granduncles, godparents &amp; grands and baby godsister. All the "you've grown up sweetheart", mussing up cousins hair and camwhoring with godsister. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough there isn’t much of Christmas giddiness this year. Normally by November I'd be screaming carols and be insufferably happy. Somehow not this year, it’s just like another month passing by. 8 days to Christmas and I’m not so giddy with excitement yet.  Bloody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year huh&lt;br /&gt;All my canoddles of infinite love which I shall throw at your face and smile with joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-727983394914255582?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/727983394914255582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/727983394914255582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#727983394914255582' title='dummer boy is my boyfriend. Stay away. I have warned your soul.'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6121371543907640565</id><published>2010-12-13T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:47:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TWG again please&lt;br /&gt;Din Tai Fung and seesha second&lt;br /&gt;Pre, present and post Christmas dinners third fourth fifth and sixth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first present today :}&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;No wrapping = is just too sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TQY_1YGBdTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ADADOmZY-V4/s1600/58000_468746125765_642835765_6240474_8198427_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TQY_1YGBdTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ADADOmZY-V4/s320/58000_468746125765_642835765_6240474_8198427_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550193777014043954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TQY8mB3q-uI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DAOY3XSfFXw/s1600/163679_468739315765_642835765_6240406_2891794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TQY8mB3q-uI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DAOY3XSfFXw/s320/163679_468739315765_642835765_6240406_2891794_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550190214815349474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6121371543907640565?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6121371543907640565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6121371543907640565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#6121371543907640565' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TQY_1YGBdTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ADADOmZY-V4/s72-c/58000_468746125765_642835765_6240474_8198427_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-3537936206571241151</id><published>2010-12-13T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:20:17.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out today that i used to be a whiny irritating little itch =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know still retained some of my attributes till today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 presents&lt;br /&gt;2 presents to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-3537936206571241151?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3537936206571241151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3537936206571241151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#3537936206571241151' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-641593267421039299</id><published>2010-12-08T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:38:39.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fish &amp; Co and St Michaels with the mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;After trying practically every pair of boots there, I found a pair at st Michaels which were 160ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: up to you, go and buy if you want&lt;br /&gt;Me: (stands in front of mirror going ouh and ahh) I don’t mind either&lt;br /&gt;Mom: up to you&lt;br /&gt;Me: but I have to buy for other ppl *screams one corner and flings head back giving distorted looks of agony*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TP7tAgztaqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0ZRCUaoP6HY/s1600/i-am-about-to-bash-some-heads-for-a-good-deal-on-a-zhuzhu-pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TP7tAgztaqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0ZRCUaoP6HY/s320/i-am-about-to-bash-some-heads-for-a-good-deal-on-a-zhuzhu-pet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548132384029633186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Dee www.nataliedee.com&lt;br /&gt;Such mad love for the comics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depicts my shopping very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Christmas presents down &lt;br /&gt;6 more to go -___-&lt;br /&gt;I hear money fluttering away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City side walk city side walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-641593267421039299?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/641593267421039299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/641593267421039299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#641593267421039299' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TP7tAgztaqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0ZRCUaoP6HY/s72-c/i-am-about-to-bash-some-heads-for-a-good-deal-on-a-zhuzhu-pet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1188998833385372204</id><published>2010-12-05T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:39:48.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just home &lt;br /&gt;sometimes there that nagging feeling at the back of your head&lt;br /&gt;sometimes sleeping it off helps &lt;br /&gt;sometimes not&lt;br /&gt;damn you fingers for maneuvering the cursor to such buttons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TPp8rw0zzjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/T2MKTvy-cDs/s1600/IMAG0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TPp8rw0zzjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/T2MKTvy-cDs/s320/IMAG0632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546882982342807090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ones red &lt;br /&gt;ones not standing straight abit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1188998833385372204?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1188998833385372204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1188998833385372204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#1188998833385372204' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TPp8rw0zzjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/T2MKTvy-cDs/s72-c/IMAG0632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8623329451712493722</id><published>2010-12-03T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:41:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear poor girl at work is on the brink of madness and depression. &lt;br /&gt;not me.&lt;br /&gt;may swift death come upon those who dare disturb her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8623329451712493722?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8623329451712493722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8623329451712493722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8623329451712493722' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-775212382048125542</id><published>2010-12-02T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:12:10.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream that someone took my photos and posted them as their own, posing as me. But the photos were edited to look fatter in the cheeks so they look like the poser in the dream. In the dream I was puzzled and when I woke, I was equally puzzled. heeeeeeee who could do that even if it was a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TPfDLa1dIwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fhKNF5INj9s/s1600/IMAG0543-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TPfDLa1dIwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fhKNF5INj9s/s320/IMAG0543-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546116067079561986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I the same dream Ive learnt that vampires have full white eyes and half blood vampires have one white eye. And contrary to all their movies they consume blood using a knife and fork. Carving flesh out of candidates as casually at a cafe in a shopping mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id suppose everything will work out &lt;br /&gt;It's already happy Christmas for me. :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-775212382048125542?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/775212382048125542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/775212382048125542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#775212382048125542' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TPfDLa1dIwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fhKNF5INj9s/s72-c/IMAG0543-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7175960617650891762</id><published>2010-11-30T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:06:17.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by gosh im getting slowly miffed again.&lt;br /&gt;slowly but surely&lt;br /&gt;riling up my insides with my pounding head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;smite my pms will somebody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7175960617650891762?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7175960617650891762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7175960617650891762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#7175960617650891762' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4789359339479615885</id><published>2010-11-30T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:39:25.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pass two weeks has been temperamental I shall say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind wrecking insane thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Inability to hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Which i normally can do quite so well&lt;br /&gt;Absurd rocking back and forth and nose burns &lt;br /&gt;I’m surviving the after effects of peeling skin on your nose. &lt;br /&gt;How not very awful but nonetheless awful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion came to mind if I was indeed going un-peacefully crazy as the mad hatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I wouldn’t mind dating the Mad hatter isn’t he unbelievably gorgeous.(The Johnny Depp one not the ugly mad white-haired old man in the Disney one) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean cup, clean cup, move down, move down, clean cup, clean cup, move down. Would you like a little more tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very merry unbirthday to me :}&lt;br /&gt;Mad love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4789359339479615885?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4789359339479615885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4789359339479615885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4789359339479615885' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1142166768905382407</id><published>2010-11-20T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:16:48.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOeR88mHatI/AAAAAAAAAV0/EoT_JWee1S4/s1600/IMAG0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOeR88mHatI/AAAAAAAAAV0/EoT_JWee1S4/s320/IMAG0398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541558342746860242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where a secondary school friend was in. I shall call that person T. The day I woke up from the dream I bumped into T in the train. I just thought I write that down. And currently itching to remember the dream I had last night cause its too interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1142166768905382407?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1142166768905382407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1142166768905382407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#1142166768905382407' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOeR88mHatI/AAAAAAAAAV0/EoT_JWee1S4/s72-c/IMAG0398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2346830237669747202</id><published>2010-11-19T11:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:48:42.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall post pictures i find worthy to look at on my boring day of work sitting here freezing my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwoavjmGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9O_nHs8nEcI/s1600/537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwoavjmGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9O_nHs8nEcI/s400/537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541099493713483874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwefEy45I/AAAAAAAAAVc/3jmqW-lK8N0/s1600/540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwefEy45I/AAAAAAAAAVc/3jmqW-lK8N0/s400/540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541099323077616530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwZEBqQSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/33IEM2EdbKQ/s1600/707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwZEBqQSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/33IEM2EdbKQ/s400/707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541099229917364514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwIj2W0EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k8VnKi4jTNw/s1600/i-got-yer-raisins-right-here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwIj2W0EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k8VnKi4jTNw/s400/i-got-yer-raisins-right-here.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541098946402111554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to paragon I shall run too :} with money that will fly away along with that trip.&lt;br /&gt;For now I shall writeslash draw my strategic and financial Christmas shopping plan and QUT plans.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in pre-festive moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXy1DETxBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3FPxWILZw5Q/s1600/IMAG05612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXy1DETxBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3FPxWILZw5Q/s320/IMAG05612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541101909719630866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in front of hazardous chemicals five days a week. Be my friend and I’ll pass to you hydrochloric acid or arsenic so you can fulfill your greatest torture desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2346830237669747202?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2346830237669747202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2346830237669747202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#2346830237669747202' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TOXwoavjmGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9O_nHs8nEcI/s72-c/537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-9216690079643195112</id><published>2010-11-15T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:58:29.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mad love you know &lt;strong&gt; &lt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-9216690079643195112?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9216690079643195112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9216690079643195112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#9216690079643195112' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7295525382195855131</id><published>2010-11-10T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:54:56.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the smashed poultry confessional booth with meira i have self concluded in my mind. Boys rush like mad dogs towards the status of "girlfriend" for two reasons. Either they adore the shit out of you or they have a slight preference for you and just want to name you as "girlfriend" so that they can do as they please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most boys think of the latter(second choice) first. Then there are the few that go pass that stage and realize that they actually adore the girl and set off into a serious glorious adventureslashdeath. Some people take the longer route than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside though I honestly have nothing against people :} just dont put up signs of adorement if your taking the second route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glossary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush like mad dog &lt;/strong&gt;= less than a few months of going out as friends/dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do as they please &lt;/strong&gt;= get into your nickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glorious adventureslashdeath &lt;/strong&gt;= relationship &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm allowed my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;Even though you may think otherwise&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not forcing this gender description down anyone’s throat&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel compelled to digress&lt;br /&gt;Bugger off =}&lt;br /&gt;With shovel loads of love you know&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7295525382195855131?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7295525382195855131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7295525382195855131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#7295525382195855131' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6528760342834332528</id><published>2010-11-08T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:18:28.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11pm Saturday 06 November 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad drops me off at the sidewalk. I walk into 7 -11 and receive glorious weird stares and squints from the likes of ungodly people. Being in no foul mood, I wore a smile and trotted on to the refrigerator. Grabs and cradles soft drinks. Looks up and open eyes like wide mad at my reflection in the fridge door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must have thought I was some confused little child. Hahahhahaha. Wearing a crucifix, jade cheena stuff and the bindi, that red dot marking on the forehead for Hindus, (pardon me if my information is inaccurate). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold in laughter, pays and runs to car to tell the story. Scream in laughter and attempts to take a picture to memorialize for the heck of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TNbN-5_DaNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aMA7priPaww/s1600/IMAG0557-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TNbN-5_DaNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aMA7priPaww/s320/IMAG0557-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536839272499472594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deepavali visitings yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6528760342834332528?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6528760342834332528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6528760342834332528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#6528760342834332528' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TNbN-5_DaNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aMA7priPaww/s72-c/IMAG0557-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-5495220162024178101</id><published>2010-10-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:08:34.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;possible broken toe does not defer me from online shopping at Victoria secret :}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5495220162024178101?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5495220162024178101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5495220162024178101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5495220162024178101' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8191325556717132261</id><published>2010-10-14T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:54:22.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want my yummy zinfandel. :}&lt;br /&gt;loves to all the catch ups&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8191325556717132261?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8191325556717132261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8191325556717132261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#8191325556717132261' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4768508160538809390</id><published>2010-10-02T18:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T18:52:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes something may seem awful, when it isn't as such as all. There will be a sign to knock you back on your senses. Be it a pending divorce or a demise of a loved one. I wonder why the sign (or maybe just coincidence) has to be such a drastic one though. Couldn't the sign be a gentle whack on the head or a disaster that did not affect our own lives or ones around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences to the people who matter, for the two people who passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today looked I up into the sky, gritting my teeth, eyes welling up with my fists clenched," if anything happens, i'll hate you for the rest of my life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4768508160538809390?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4768508160538809390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4768508160538809390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#4768508160538809390' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2582615354544157124</id><published>2010-10-01T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:46:43.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a mother that baked her husbands buttocks with gravy and vegetables and tried to serve it to her kids. and when you tickle rats they laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2582615354544157124?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2582615354544157124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2582615354544157124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#2582615354544157124' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1781396478984604038</id><published>2010-09-27T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:12:13.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets print everything up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.think Ill go back to oil pastel profiles. I notice most people I have drawn are those who mean something :} so next time if anyone comes over, demand to see your portrait. If there is one, it means at one point of time or another I adored the crap out sheslashhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one so far has testicular fortitude now a days. ncluding myself I'd suppose, not literally for obvious reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To holland village I fly in an hours or so. google maps shall direct me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's friend, jimmy, and his 3 year old daughter visited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: how bout your one two threes?&lt;br /&gt;lil girl: one two three four five six seven eight nine&lt;br /&gt;dad: then?&lt;br /&gt;lil girl: dont know&lt;br /&gt;dad: wheres your ten?&lt;br /&gt;lil girl: cannot find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking much adorable, she oozes adorable it was overpowering, scampering around giggling and smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with a few people i havent seen in ages. two fags and a spca-ean, front wise, still sweet mad people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before daddies birtday* behind lock doors in the comfort of my room ard 11pm. sitting there quietly writing on a card. sudden blackout. i think if anyone saw my eyes theyd be big as golf balls. panick and screams really madly. gets up scrambles, bang shin into bed end, ignore pain, still screaming, scrambles again to the door. insanely finding the bloody doorknob. hears daddie say "just come out lah!". gets out feels pain of shin. what can i say im scared of the dark, especially when it sneak attacks you out of blinking no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such amusement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1781396478984604038?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1781396478984604038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1781396478984604038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1781396478984604038' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-5176820906571449219</id><published>2010-09-18T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:10:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgive  me  for  any  spelling  mistakes.  but im  posting  by  phone.  i  have  this  sick  disgusting  feeling thinking  that  my  caveman's  friends  think  im  an  absolute  bitch  slash  whore, for how i dissapeared. i know thats a stretch. eventhough  he  says  that  he  never implies negative things,  doesnt  mean  that  they think otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, if audrey rick saw me horrifiedly mangled over an issue. She would obviously have horrid muderous thoughts towards that anyone who ever it may be that caused it. even if i said otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likewise for his platoon mates. even though caveman jusitifies with me that does not say any bad but rather good. do you really think best mates will entirely change whats in their mind. obviously not, they'd most probably hold on to those delicious muderous thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: dont you love best mates and their muderous plots and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;            eg: kessler and your horrifying laughable cauliflower damnations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  dont  know  why its  making  me  sick  beyond  sick.  yes  i  wanna  puke  and  cry  and  rant.  but  everyones  away.  yes  still  pathetic  with  different  reasons.  D  word  isnt  happening  now so far but who knows years down the road.  i  just  feel  sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5176820906571449219?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5176820906571449219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5176820906571449219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#5176820906571449219' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1575518116246437349</id><published>2010-09-16T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:11:01.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>160 on our dinner. oasis, mojito, appletini and my yummy pint erdinger later. Loudly giggly, cause i was amused with nice giddyness of it all, heading to the taxi stand. Such fun :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i cant come friday. i have to go out today and saturday. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to buy presents. tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1575518116246437349?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1575518116246437349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1575518116246437349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1575518116246437349' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2911912156493024198</id><published>2010-09-13T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:10:57.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve realized there are worse things than having a boy trample on your heart( i know melodramatic much, forgive me, it is the first time it was the other way round, thats what i've decided for a justifiable reason for my extream reactions) or not the possibility of not being able to go Taiwan for two weeks; worse than fighting with a best friend, being knocked down by car, being lost in Malaysia or insanely abrupt crying over the pass weeks. Everything seems insignificant to what’s happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t decided if it’s good or bad. At sporadic moments this current issue amplifies my frustration, of not being able to be normal and run crying to you know who. Yes it’s like one of those default reactions which i still am trying to ditch, unsuccessfully, which drives me to more delirium.whihc then ill call kess rick or azizah to rant and bawl like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the current issue is worse than anyone thinks, and I don’t want to tell just anyone at the moment. But it also overpowers the rest of the smudge of bleahness of the past weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m more pathetically dazed than ever now because of the possibility of the D word about to be carried out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2911912156493024198?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2911912156493024198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2911912156493024198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#2911912156493024198' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6182318679543003677</id><published>2010-09-09T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T17:08:10.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taiwan may not work out :[ i dont know if i can take 2 weeks leave and it will only be confirmed next week. bites. TSSKK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6182318679543003677?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6182318679543003677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6182318679543003677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6182318679543003677' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-9124732629013934359</id><published>2010-09-09T09:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:38:14.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopping, or anything that you can get a fix from(boy toys or being obsessive in something that make you ecstatic), is just like candy when you take when you have no energy. yes candy will give you pure sugar rush needed but you'd crash so badly after. shopping and grand dinners are my ecstacy that unfortunately only has temporary effects. Furthermore burns my wallet to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have presents to buy next week.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow that sentence just drove me to mad insane dysphoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jb was tempermental feelings. moving swiftly from screaming at each other in fustration and anger to laugher and stupidity, and constantly changing back and forth of these emotions. lost on the roads unclear signs. "500m ahead uturn" and there was'nt so we hit the highway to kl :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;printing photos so i can bring them where i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-9124732629013934359?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9124732629013934359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9124732629013934359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#9124732629013934359' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4895084100300177329</id><published>2010-09-08T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:40:14.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nom nom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIcTSmK-xnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gULlAq6x6IY/s1600/IMAG0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIcTSmK-xnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gULlAq6x6IY/s320/IMAG0330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514397478943639154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:} taiwan should be on the 10th october.&lt;br /&gt;1-2 weeks &lt;br /&gt;i can stop fidgeting like an idiot&lt;br /&gt;i hope nothing goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the doctors just now. looking at a small kid in a yellow raincoat i cant help but remember when i used to do that. With wellys on my feet and clutching one of those multicolored umbrellas. me and mommie would walk barefoot under the heavy rain and just stand in the mini floods at 7-11 at yishun st 71. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medical leave and leaving for JB n a few hours :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hectic is good for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mosquito bit my nose. as if my nose doesn't resemble a reddish onion already now there's an extra red bump. such fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4895084100300177329?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4895084100300177329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4895084100300177329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#4895084100300177329' title='nom nom'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIcTSmK-xnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gULlAq6x6IY/s72-c/IMAG0330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7241794326857988645</id><published>2010-09-06T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:22:15.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pick up the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to manicure and to run i go&lt;br /&gt;then to blissfull tiredness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7241794326857988645?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7241794326857988645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7241794326857988645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7241794326857988645' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-9212787700842434024</id><published>2010-09-05T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:43:07.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIOJ4vnPFzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MSnsP9mfYKc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIOJ4vnPFzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MSnsP9mfYKc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513401976778331954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always a interesting cussing adventure&lt;br /&gt;which involves reckless spending on cabs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if there's a frog in my throat and a hole in my chest where everything seems to be trying to squeeze out off. in a desperate failure of an attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets run away together and chop our fingers off just for the fun of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwan come sooner :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;stupid weekends syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw facebook is not friendly&lt;br /&gt;when they show random things at the side&lt;br /&gt;it does not help&lt;br /&gt;bad facebook bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-9212787700842434024?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9212787700842434024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9212787700842434024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#9212787700842434024' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIOJ4vnPFzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MSnsP9mfYKc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8032756576631898458</id><published>2010-09-05T00:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:25:08.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just home and fidgety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opens eyes. thinks: why is it so bright. its sunday right. still laid down for a few seconds. open eyes more wider. thinks: oh shit oh shit oh shit its friday. scrambles for the phone, 10am, dials boss, half asleep mumbles god knows what halfway breaks and groggy noises and boss says uuhhh arent you in the lab already? are you ok? why don't you just come in at 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vlee at zirca was good :} thank you kess. thus friday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just moments ago while writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kessler your damn funny when you call me and your halfway gone happy giggly sounding and not making sense. and no i will not blog bout such nonsense &lt;3. pixie lott save me or that country song for the the auditions tomorrow ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r: dont worry ill wake you up at 8&lt;br /&gt;k: but thats when mass starts&lt;br /&gt;r: ok then ill wake you up at 7&lt;br /&gt;k: no luuh. just wake me up at 8. but i don't know what time mass starts you can just check online. and look for mass times &lt;br /&gt;r: ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r: hun are you going to be ok. where are you&lt;br /&gt;k: ouh im just sitting outside. here luh. i dont know where &lt;br /&gt;r: *wide eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is guess right now and make the best out of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th to jb &lt;br /&gt;oct to Taiwan :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(daddie: saying to mommie* you have to foot the plane ticket for her. mommie: puzzled look since i'm ald working* for what. daddie: if not i foot you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nov to kl&lt;br /&gt;feb to perth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are just accommodating this two weeks, not question bout anything much and even when i disappear almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIJ3LEyrAII/AAAAAAAAAUk/jUEt3jmy1is/s1600/IMAG0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIJ3LEyrAII/AAAAAAAAAUk/jUEt3jmy1is/s320/IMAG0078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513099926003449986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8032756576631898458?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8032756576631898458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8032756576631898458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8032756576631898458' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TIJ3LEyrAII/AAAAAAAAAUk/jUEt3jmy1is/s72-c/IMAG0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-689729440684200707</id><published>2010-09-02T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:04:58.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you taped my mouth and pasted a speech bubble next to my mouth. then you filled in the words without my consent. I didnt have a say when you made the decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-689729440684200707?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/689729440684200707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/689729440684200707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#689729440684200707' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1247361425191104976</id><published>2010-09-02T10:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:12:36.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tq kess for the songs &lt;br /&gt;you got me more bleah &lt;br /&gt;i know you love me lesser then i do &lt;br /&gt;TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nBU9VR2X5g&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TnsPEMRcTw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking old cheap bottles of wine&lt;br /&gt;Saying things we haven't for a while, a while yeah&lt;br /&gt;We're smiling but we're close to tears&lt;br /&gt;Even after all these years&lt;br /&gt;We just now got the feeling that we're meeting&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im all dressed up &lt;br /&gt;with a pretty blue dress&lt;br /&gt;and red heels&lt;br /&gt;but half hearted &lt;br /&gt;thinking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have free time it allows you to think&lt;br /&gt;which isnt good&lt;br /&gt;the solution is to have no free time &lt;br /&gt;to exhaust ones self&lt;br /&gt;to come home everyday late &lt;br /&gt;and be to tired to think that you fall blissfully to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im in denial&lt;br /&gt;but isnt everyone too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more red eyes please&lt;br /&gt;though that does makes sleep easier too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiqs to vlee at qc i go &lt;br /&gt;still half hearted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my love &lt;br /&gt;woof &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TH8IlC_xOCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tCEuAQqlMX4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TH8IlC_xOCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tCEuAQqlMX4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512133901477296162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you up above&lt;br /&gt;you know i freaking miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1247361425191104976?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1247361425191104976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1247361425191104976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1247361425191104976' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/TH8IlC_xOCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tCEuAQqlMX4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6198207665418160410</id><published>2010-08-31T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:20:18.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you love me wiggle your ears for me.</title><content type='html'>when you feel sick in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;at night&lt;br /&gt;and sometime random parts of the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that covers it &lt;br /&gt;outings that keep those levels at  bay.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my love still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6198207665418160410?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6198207665418160410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6198207665418160410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#6198207665418160410' title='if you love me wiggle your ears for me.'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1549122177591577054</id><published>2010-08-30T13:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:22:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to look forward to the nano seconds that i got.i wanted to smile right now but i cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godsister has school&lt;br /&gt;kess has flight &lt;br /&gt;zizah at work &lt;br /&gt;sim at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick click your heels three times and say bee bee bee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1549122177591577054?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1549122177591577054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1549122177591577054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1549122177591577054' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4901268635430461531</id><published>2010-08-30T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:24:06.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturdays she usually peeks out the stairwell. Hoping for a surprise. How’d he be there with a grin on his face. should she give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of those things where you feel so utterly bad and you wail so hard. And the best part is that you want to run and tell someone and wail to them, but that person is the reason why your feeling and doing so. So that's not possible is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taxi ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1:  Wails* (you know the type where only dogs can hear cause the pitch is shrieking beyond control). Its the first time i cried over  something like this&lt;br /&gt;    2:  HUH?? Really. Bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;  1+2:  uncontrollable laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi uncle must think we are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there still little wishes left in the back of my mind. and the front and the sides. I just saw one of my photo captions which wrote "cause imu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4901268635430461531?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4901268635430461531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4901268635430461531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4901268635430461531' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1639421846507336757</id><published>2010-08-28T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:46:41.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weekend mornings normally id be fidgeting in bed&lt;br /&gt;smile as wide as a banana sideways&lt;br /&gt;looking like a spastic idiot who just won the lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not today though&lt;br /&gt;but no one cares really &lt;br /&gt;and i shall admit that imy&lt;br /&gt;but no one cares about that too really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to teach bratty little kids who forget to bring their books always&lt;br /&gt;which doesn't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me home till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my five cuties that are always there &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;rawr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;currently insane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1639421846507336757?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1639421846507336757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1639421846507336757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1639421846507336757' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-5689890659035133113</id><published>2010-08-27T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:23:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its one of those times i dont thank god its a friday.&lt;br /&gt;and it will happen for a good period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pre syndrome is not fun&lt;br /&gt;nor is the post or during syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a doll &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/THeDcKUNS-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/2D6AHPVxQw0/s1600/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/THeDcKUNS-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/2D6AHPVxQw0/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510017188939779042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank god for sunday jb with loves :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5689890659035133113?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5689890659035133113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5689890659035133113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#5689890659035133113' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/THeDcKUNS-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/2D6AHPVxQw0/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4809981410908294583</id><published>2010-08-25T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:36:03.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you think too hard</title><content type='html'>Thank god for calls from Australia &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Random Lunches, dinners, movies, theater shows and late night chats &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what’s happening on the other side. Perhaps nothing&lt;br /&gt;Blogging shall keep me sane for a bit so allow me this pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Godsister for the whole day and kess for the night tomorrow &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;JB with kess too soon :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched her till she was out of sight before he headed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4809981410908294583?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4809981410908294583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4809981410908294583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4809981410908294583' title='when you think too hard'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1026620016374648681</id><published>2010-08-24T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:34:25.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If she didn’t write she’d go mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she didn’t try at all, if she didn’t fight, she wouldn’t have been able to go out at all. She wouldn’t have been able to go out for a longer time. She wouldn’t have been able to go out till midnight. Yet this was considered to be no effort at all. She wondered around attenuated with possible lies reverberating at the back of her head. For several moments at a time holding her gut in in hopes that it wouldn’t crumble to the ground.  That feeling where your chest, throat and even up to your check bones  feels like it is being vacuumed out from your orifice encased by your lips. Her lab mate managed to make out what she said through the cracks and sobs, “the problem was that I liked him”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she meant love though. She recalled how he said he’d be her bear forever. Forever ended quite abruptly, but yes forever always seemed to end abruptly for her on several occasions. There will not be a next week from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/THMvW36Ve_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/AUyzA1Q6Bws/s1600/inspace.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/THMvW36Ve_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/AUyzA1Q6Bws/s320/inspace.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508798839216503794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1026620016374648681?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1026620016374648681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1026620016374648681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1026620016374648681' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/THMvW36Ve_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/AUyzA1Q6Bws/s72-c/inspace.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7476782999059120754</id><published>2010-08-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:33:17.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I most probably liked you more then I should have for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;And I most probably loved which is the most agitating part.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So as I muss up my hair and count my toes I will just ponder with a huge façade of a smile sitting on my lower portion of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit beside me and count my toes with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m finding it terribly difficult to count them cause I have so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very dazed person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7476782999059120754?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7476782999059120754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7476782999059120754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#7476782999059120754' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1564682362964222322</id><published>2010-08-22T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:03:44.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't think it was possible to break my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1564682362964222322?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1564682362964222322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1564682362964222322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1564682362964222322' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7353144120870723061</id><published>2010-05-26T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:05:25.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do not care&lt;br /&gt;my kids will be in st pats, josephs or katong convent&lt;br /&gt;if anyone says anything otherwise&lt;br /&gt;they can shove their blinking foot in their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such wrong choices&lt;br /&gt;shittyly pissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7353144120870723061?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7353144120870723061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7353144120870723061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7353144120870723061' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2726280474817776385</id><published>2010-04-07T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:13:11.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duckie dont go crazy just yet. hope your coping. weeeeeee youll get a present when we meet up in sept :}. do you want a cheena present again. doo dooo dooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear green loving million and one steps behind love. Can;t wait till july and i hope everything is fine over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealth abs :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else who are much missed and loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2726280474817776385?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2726280474817776385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2726280474817776385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2726280474817776385' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-123270900680230097</id><published>2010-03-29T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:21:16.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caleb Dana pirese _____&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie Camron Eleanora _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-123270900680230097?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/123270900680230097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/123270900680230097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#123270900680230097' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4148140078765168285</id><published>2010-03-22T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:31:58.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it fairly impossible for me to touch something that will crash and implode upon contact. I have dug my own grave deeper and deeper, so much i cant tip toe my way out. Now I have to sleep in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friends lost before &lt;br /&gt;will it be so again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no such thing as getting your cake and eating it&lt;br /&gt;never never never never&lt;br /&gt;shall i stress to you never&lt;br /&gt;I should stay clear from people that i know more or so&lt;br /&gt;SIM take me in so i can have a total new batch of worries. &lt;br /&gt;life, save me with your impending death of new wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop piling the what if's in my life &lt;br /&gt;I have sufficient what if's to last me 10 lifetimes.&lt;br /&gt;so they are still countable but it'd take time to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again all my love &lt;br /&gt;take it while its free&lt;br /&gt;cause there might be none left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impending spinster hood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4148140078765168285?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4148140078765168285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4148140078765168285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4148140078765168285' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-608421833545635801</id><published>2010-03-21T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:28:10.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Biomedical engineering&lt;br /&gt;lets hope shall we &lt;br /&gt;and cross your fingers for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a funny predicament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-608421833545635801?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/608421833545635801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/608421833545635801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#608421833545635801' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-9052176474918258022</id><published>2010-03-20T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:46:22.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best friend syndrome + The first serious relationship syndrome&lt;br /&gt;does not mix well does it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my love to anyone :}&lt;br /&gt;its free take it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-9052176474918258022?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9052176474918258022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9052176474918258022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#9052176474918258022' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6651050844002133812</id><published>2010-03-14T04:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T04:58:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i have a head problem&lt;br /&gt;whacko over bearing stupified head problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the constant need of such a thing that fuels my anxiety even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its dumb really.&lt;br /&gt;No mstter what I cant help myself.&lt;br /&gt;mind erase me please&lt;br /&gt;its just exhausting to think of such nonsense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6651050844002133812?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6651050844002133812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6651050844002133812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6651050844002133812' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-3074797321629069822</id><published>2010-03-14T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:28:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a paste eater at work&lt;br /&gt;no i don't really eat glue&lt;br /&gt;I might be a insincere laugh-whore at times to make myself feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johny Depp is sadistically dreamy even as a clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swings to come&lt;br /&gt;movies to come&lt;br /&gt;nails to come&lt;br /&gt;birthdays to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can help me publish a book&lt;br /&gt;All my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-3074797321629069822?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3074797321629069822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3074797321629069822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3074797321629069822' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6986891030322805963</id><published>2010-03-12T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:07:15.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will you be my word receptacle &lt;br /&gt;shall we go moviegating&lt;br /&gt; but you have to have a car to do that.&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Alice in wonderland in a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6986891030322805963?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/S5i4Ci7uv5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/BhUq5eq--LU/s1600-h/FridayThe12th_Fullpic_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/S5i4Ci7uv5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/BhUq5eq--LU/s320/FridayThe12th_Fullpic_1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447306103181197202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my peanut butter to my Jelly&lt;br /&gt;preferably with nuts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5217788076772479027?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5217788076772479027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5217788076772479027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5217788076772479027' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/S5i4Ci7uv5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/BhUq5eq--LU/s72-c/FridayThe12th_Fullpic_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6873071805187029817</id><published>2010-03-09T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:57:35.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>initiate :}&lt;br /&gt;sign sign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a heart shaped tomato and i refuse to eat it as long as i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my page is dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6873071805187029817?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6873071805187029817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6873071805187029817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6873071805187029817' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-5553534385531085616</id><published>2010-03-08T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:32:03.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone tried to sell me that GPS thingy through comments. thank you GPS person. &lt;br /&gt;my lips are HOLEY, small little cuts. you must be thinking why did you kiss a catus when you could kiss me. lawl whoever you may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hadif dont go assuming and thinking like a small boy bout who im talking a bout. and dont keep bothering me bout one date. when you have a million Oukayy. Officer boy. See see the next time you meet me your going to go likeee waahhh you rememeber me in your blog seeyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holey lips &lt;br /&gt;who want to kiss them &lt;br /&gt;line you&lt;br /&gt;I think the line would end without even starting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5553534385531085616?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5553534385531085616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5553534385531085616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5553534385531085616' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4053872269039809047</id><published>2010-03-01T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:02:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want macdonalds fench fries with extra salt, salmon sashimi and someone to bring me to a nice place to watch clouds. If only someone could read my mind and carry my wants out. Im a lazy bugger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lou hei with grans :} &lt;br /&gt;My maternal grandfather is not chinese, so when we were about to toss he came along with a pair of scissors. it was hilarious. no no nooo dont cut. My nenek told me bout a push up butt, just like push up bra, but now padded undergarments. Tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me to go buy a house.&lt;br /&gt; now i shall smile and, if you permit, kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone have a back yard, so we can lie underneath the clouds in the morning and moon at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4053872269039809047?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4053872269039809047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4053872269039809047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4053872269039809047' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2428951502639011233</id><published>2010-02-26T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:57:47.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the opposite sex that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit and run  or; &lt;br /&gt;flirt and run  or;&lt;br /&gt;friend and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should just keep a distance from me from the start.&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention should also drown yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2428951502639011233?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2428951502639011233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2428951502639011233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2428951502639011233' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-162588844164458437</id><published>2009-12-30T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:28:39.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An all too familiar melody chimes into the curved flesh and cartilage on both sides of my head. Indispensable flesh that provided comfort and torture fused into one. To most they were referred to as ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the choice that my ears have chosen for me was like most days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rain lightly tapped on my blacked window and the thunder seemed like a monstrous cry. Above the din from the window at a right angle to me, the all too familiar sound again. The whimper and anguished cry, of something being lost or beginning to lose. On nights like these, I’d pretend I’d shuffle quickly into my room and make myself scarce. On nights like these where my hand are bound by invisible ropes, I’d love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting among what seem to be charred fields, she was adorned. She felt adorned. Honored and privileged to see their disfigurement and wounds, in contrary to hers. She started running her little greedy hands on their split skin on their backs, bones that surfaced and round scars from branding. On their faces a slight grin, then from the back a sharp pain stung her lower neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She awoke at night fall, she became fitting to be part of the “charred fields”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upright, he held her close. She did not, her hands lay limp by her side. He parted from her she still did not move. She swayed lightly in the breeze. If she could feel, I’d guess she’d be piercing numb. If she could speak, I’d know she’d cuss. He still pondered why she didn’t reciprocate; at least she was here though in front of me, with me. Not standing, but hung. He smiled and held her close again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white washed walls reverberated her every word, amplified every emotion. Slumped against the wall, she knelt on the white tiled floor underneath her. Her face gaunt, attenuated from the turmoil. She wanted her babies back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, bravely yet cautiously she lifted up an ornamental dirk from the side table in the living room. In the house she used to live in, she felt abhorred.  In the bed, he looked passive. The irony and contradiction she thought, for when he was awake he was nothing close to it. She giggled to herself. A smile she had rarely broken into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool looked almost placid at her feet, growing wider, coagulating. You couldn’t tell the difference between the ash red Turkish carpet and the pool after awhile. No dry cleaning, she smiled again to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She sneaked up to the next bedroom; put her hands on the bed sheet, “wake up baby, time to go” she whispered to the child. The child smiled. Caressing and pushing back the child’s hair, red lights flashed across her face and a not too distant wailing traveled into the child’s room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mommie will be right back baby”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked up the dirk that was on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-162588844164458437?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/162588844164458437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/162588844164458437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#162588844164458437' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1474630492551266466</id><published>2009-12-23T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:10:53.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello my loves, or who ever is willing to read.&lt;br /&gt;(which so far i think its only one, my grown up baby cousin who i rarely see :])&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is riding horseback into the house&lt;br /&gt;screaming christmas carols &lt;br /&gt;and putting on santas little red hat thingy&lt;br /&gt;700 flushed down the drain in five days of shopping&lt;br /&gt;being only for 3 people &lt;br /&gt;Presents stacked underneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough it may not be the most smashing or extraordinary &lt;br /&gt;Happy would be just lovely for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1474630492551266466?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1474630492551266466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1474630492551266466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1474630492551266466' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-9051129169290508214</id><published>2009-12-15T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:12:20.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there some people who like to pull and lead you on&lt;br /&gt;then drop you like a dead brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are people who belive that someone is lpulling them and leading them on&lt;br /&gt;then they drop themselves like a dead brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose one shall we*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frosty the frosty snow man had a really shiny nose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-9051129169290508214?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9051129169290508214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/9051129169290508214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#9051129169290508214' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4929852564249314683</id><published>2009-12-08T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:26:45.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wash me down the drain&lt;br /&gt;and give me a whirldwind in my champagne glass.&lt;br /&gt;play christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;play drummer boy more then the others though &lt;br /&gt;make a cozy charming fire for me &lt;br /&gt;but please do not incinerate the house down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however no one, i think, will sit with me &lt;br /&gt;so i shall sit there without a sound&lt;br /&gt;play christmas songs and burn my house down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shop shop jingle&lt;br /&gt;jingle jingle shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make you disspear, if you'd like. &lt;br /&gt;And Id think you'd like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4929852564249314683?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4929852564249314683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4929852564249314683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4929852564249314683' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-3504078789646782770</id><published>2009-12-07T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:32:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thick head you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-3504078789646782770?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3504078789646782770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3504078789646782770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3504078789646782770' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6842383997766572656</id><published>2009-12-04T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:17:35.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally a weekend with no work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you roast chestnuts on an open fire with me? &lt;br /&gt;yes I hate and love you&lt;br /&gt;who ever you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6842383997766572656?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6842383997766572656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6842383997766572656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6842383997766572656' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8430123933909436772</id><published>2009-11-29T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:45:25.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing me a song</title><content type='html'>work makes a person lifeless and boring&lt;br /&gt;but most likely I was like that before too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thing at work is broken so we cant do any single thing&lt;br /&gt;When I sing Christmas songs  in the car dad will switch on the music.&lt;br /&gt;haaaa, its heart breaking &lt;br /&gt;east coast east coast and presents to buy&lt;br /&gt;money to fly away too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bliss to shop during Christmas, even if it is grocery shopping with family.&lt;br /&gt;the Christmas songs blaring is infectious :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be a the virus to my infection this not so merry year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whoever is actually reading.&lt;br /&gt;which is no one i suspect :]]]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8430123933909436772?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8430123933909436772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8430123933909436772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8430123933909436772' title='sing me a song'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1283840433419578634</id><published>2009-11-27T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:58:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall I say I ha-ve you. even though theres only one person who knows the meaning.</title><content type='html'>new secrets has flowed into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall I just float away :]&lt;br /&gt;and prompt you in your new escapade. &lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was an old one. &lt;br /&gt;I shall never know :]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1283840433419578634?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1283840433419578634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1283840433419578634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1283840433419578634' title='Shall I say I ha-ve you. even though theres only one person who knows the meaning.'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-34187887094255971</id><published>2009-11-13T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:25:51.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed with children's names :}</title><content type='html'>my future counter part can jump down the building if he doesn't agree to the names I want to give to my kids. If I have any counter part or kids at all. blllahhh. I have two god children to come in the future, and it makes me giddy with excitement. Lawl shoot me if you think I'm dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please push me down the building of spinsterhood or save me from it. Don't just stand there and act aloof. weeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-34187887094255971?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/34187887094255971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/34187887094255971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#34187887094255971' title='obsessed with children&apos;s names :}'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2322354048243099242</id><published>2009-11-11T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:08:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've guessed you've put me in my place. Far away at the back of the line.</title><content type='html'>Was I deleted? &lt;br /&gt;lets start kicking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2322354048243099242?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2322354048243099242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2322354048243099242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#2322354048243099242' title='I&apos;ve guessed you&apos;ve put me in my place. Far away at the back of the line.'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-6571562128429038517</id><published>2009-11-09T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:23:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find it weird.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm talking one on one with someone its easier to talk &lt;br /&gt;but when more then 2 people and I can't&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting to say comes up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a boring person :}&lt;br /&gt;at times.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The C word has attenuated and gone hiding for awhile&lt;br /&gt;scream and jump around for me &lt;br /&gt;and tell me to go away kay :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring a tornado to my house to clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give me $150 000 so I can go study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-6571562128429038517?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6571562128429038517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/6571562128429038517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6571562128429038517' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4354027357368996996</id><published>2009-11-05T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:33:39.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Francesca Ignatius Sangantio Hertz.&lt;br /&gt;My dear disable fish.&lt;br /&gt;He/She was found in the tank not moving at 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;He/She was dutifully buried at 8.10pm&lt;br /&gt;Beside the arowana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dredddinng the sound of gleeful bleeps of the computer and machines at work.&lt;br /&gt;Tinkling or magnetic stir bars playing.  &lt;br /&gt;And the wrong results brewing. &lt;br /&gt;Gimme the money without the work. &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a whine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4354027357368996996?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4354027357368996996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4354027357368996996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4354027357368996996' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-7932944843993456878</id><published>2009-11-04T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:40:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patrick from bikini bottom is my lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SvBc5aOrw3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/a7AwX0bwVgM/s1600-h/P-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SvBc5aOrw3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/a7AwX0bwVgM/s320/P-0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918094580433778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets run away together,&lt;br /&gt;live in a small cottage,&lt;br /&gt;starve to death,&lt;br /&gt;an be glamorously in hate with each other &lt;br /&gt;forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-7932944843993456878?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7932944843993456878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/7932944843993456878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7932944843993456878' title='patrick from bikini bottom is my lover'/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SvBc5aOrw3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/a7AwX0bwVgM/s72-c/P-0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8863688175918155310</id><published>2009-10-27T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:31:53.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it pretty hilarious and depressing when you think about the friends which aren't there. Mostly depressing. The ones that were supposed to be there forever but now shunned you out. like just a while ago a friend which shall not be named :} i quote, I reach out but they dont even meet half way so why bother. or something like that i think. But true enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like they choose to end for you, they being the friends that were close. And you just have to settle and let them be. You cant go there and pester for the friendship that was once was. physcoish that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Rick come back to singapore I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;And thank good for weekly meet ups the weekly meetup hun.&lt;br /&gt;And the random old friends :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new girl who is going to be in my lab is coming tommorow. &lt;br /&gt;eep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8863688175918155310?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8863688175918155310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8863688175918155310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8863688175918155310' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-3146733305096304444</id><published>2009-10-19T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:05:44.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I say I cont go out on weekends as I have family days.&lt;br /&gt;you get pissed cause I can't lie to my parents and go out with you&lt;br /&gt;I ask you go out today.&lt;br /&gt;you say no&lt;br /&gt;whats the reason &lt;br /&gt;shit squat cause you dont want to go out only for 2 hours and go home&lt;br /&gt;so dont you dare give me shit when I cant go out&lt;br /&gt;when my reason has more balls then you&lt;br /&gt;and your's is such bull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-3146733305096304444?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3146733305096304444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/3146733305096304444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3146733305096304444' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-1210807485904313586</id><published>2009-10-16T10:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:57:11.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when work becomes boredom, which is a damn rarity since i've started working. &lt;br /&gt;reading old blog posts and other close people's blog posts is entertainment. Esp when you work com doesnt allow you to install games or any flash for online games. boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading all the crushes I had, one in particular, trying to show him through blogging without like telling them straight his face. lawl. most likely didn't like me back though. hahahahahah. lawl All the childish posts, I couldnt belive the "way" I wrote or explained :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I dont want to have boyfreinds anymore, like just date. Unfortunately no singaporean boys have balls to ask girls out on dates. Some how it's amazingly  programmed in them, the asian way, only girlfriend immidiately, no getting to know each other. Asians.  furthermore the guys that hit on me are uummmmm. yea the ones that I dont want to start anything with :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great aunty on my dad's side, which I only meet on Hari Raya, &lt;br /&gt;asked me "which school now?" &lt;br /&gt;myself "no Im working now" &lt;br /&gt;grand Aunty "can get married already then" &lt;br /&gt;myself "No boys want me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I had to speak malay ok, since she doesn't speak english. when I have a grade of F9 for malay, this conversation killed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People including my relatives and hadif, have been asking me why I'm not going out with guys. Stop asking me, how am I supposed to meet guys when all I do is work, and have outings with only freinds to dinner or movies. you dont meet new guys at dinners or movies. When I go to school maybe. But ntu and nus rejected me right. haiyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My greatest fear is dying a spinster, with no freinds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty lost in the education section. where the helll do i go from here, I only can go overseas and I dont have a solid 200K to throw away, well we could have but i dont like the feeling of taking that money one short. bllooooaaaahhh. kick me down. I'm terrified of taking a part time at PSB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure no one reads my blog cause i dont publicise it. Its for me to vent :} and escape boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30minutes till I finish the incubation of my samples.then wrok begins. and will end in two hours after. then I'll be bored till 5.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic work and giving tution keeps me in denial of my No-potential-boyfreind-or-husband-when-I-am-alredy-20-years-old state of thinking. well keeps it in reduced levels but the worry is still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-1210807485904313586?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1210807485904313586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/1210807485904313586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1210807485904313586' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8082784171233112596</id><published>2009-08-19T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T03:56:36.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to say I am envious at this very moment. &lt;br /&gt;For stupid reasons no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy will eff and run, aren't they simple minded.&lt;br /&gt;Girls will stay and then sooner or later have upgraded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being that kind of girl doesn't give me the right to be jealous or envious. &lt;br /&gt;but even though I've explained it to myself again and again.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help in anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if i did date, whats to say I wouldn't upgrade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destroy everything, which is fine as the way it is, in a monstrous way.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't let it be &lt;br /&gt;all I can do is be envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later I'll get over ad upgrade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SosHV3lOeEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/y5HiYc6mN4Y/s1600-h/642835765864621205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SosHV3lOeEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/y5HiYc6mN4Y/s200/642835765864621205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371395052848183362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8082784171233112596?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8082784171233112596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8082784171233112596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8082784171233112596' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SosHV3lOeEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/y5HiYc6mN4Y/s72-c/642835765864621205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-2632775089956118440</id><published>2009-04-05T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:16:26.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SdexsKJCYII/AAAAAAAAATM/g6kE3qMl2u4/s1600-h/Photo0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SdexsKJCYII/AAAAAAAAATM/g6kE3qMl2u4/s320/Photo0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320916856956149890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mothers who buy baby facial compact power are insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;any baby is already flawless and extremely gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't put make up on babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gggoossshhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-2632775089956118440?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2632775089956118440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/2632775089956118440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2632775089956118440' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SdexsKJCYII/AAAAAAAAATM/g6kE3qMl2u4/s72-c/Photo0264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-5630703266614965128</id><published>2009-03-17T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:30:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/Sb-tw_Q91-I/AAAAAAAAATE/MDYs_DHE98s/s1600-h/Photo0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/Sb-tw_Q91-I/AAAAAAAAATE/MDYs_DHE98s/s320/Photo0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314157142448396258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FIND JOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Buy a cheongsam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wrench off sparsely coloured parts of hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Isis doc. vouchers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I look a little cross eyed :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5630703266614965128?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5630703266614965128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5630703266614965128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5630703266614965128' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/Sb-tw_Q91-I/AAAAAAAAATE/MDYs_DHE98s/s72-c/Photo0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-5789518462452038758</id><published>2009-02-17T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:56:27.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i had a nightmare that a guy was having sex with a cheese hamburger. it was bloody scary. I  quote what the hamburger said "that's cheese" in a real kinkyed up way. uuhg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-5789518462452038758?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5789518462452038758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/5789518462452038758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5789518462452038758' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4303069402736514649</id><published>2009-02-05T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:58:42.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another short cute skinny Chinese girl gets what I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BIIISSHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BBBAAAAAAAAHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ntu applications :}}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4303069402736514649?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4303069402736514649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4303069402736514649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4303069402736514649' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-8064671991746783788</id><published>2009-01-25T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:06:22.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;self stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;signals come to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let a flower decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping makes worries go away for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-8064671991746783788?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8064671991746783788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/8064671991746783788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8064671991746783788' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22180030.post-4394363471588171343</id><published>2009-01-15T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:46:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what if your a loved one said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"what makes you think you can enter university?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;tried to smile and take it in a good way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22180030-4394363471588171343?l=fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4394363471588171343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22180030/posts/default/4394363471588171343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingflatonmyface.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4394363471588171343' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230157169621131289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7aruGnf5bM/SL3pPbYe07I/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZho7YdPlQw/S220/PICT0067--2.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
