<?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-9641187</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:51:39.684+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Technicolor Girls.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-111100498393955158</id><published>2005-03-17T07:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T07:29:43.940+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://satin-star.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://satin-star.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relocated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-111100498393955158?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/111100498393955158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=111100498393955158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111100498393955158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111100498393955158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/httpsatin-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-111095561137835626</id><published>2005-03-16T17:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:46:51.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Replaced</title><content type='html'>I feel replaced. I don't want to be the one that's gonna be replaced. We're miles apart, i don't know what's happening back home. I want things to be okay for you. Thanks for being the person you've always been. Thanks for everything. I speak what i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today was shit. I went down the street to get my bus ticket for easter long weekend. Not supoose to cos i'm gated but i've got special permission. Talked to Lemba about the funniest jokes &amp; cracking up outside the travel agent. Thanks for your frickin' funny jokes lembs. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Andy: I don't want you to talk anything about death or what fuck la. Or you're going blind or whatever. It's not funny &amp;amp; i don't think you should joke about it. Take care of yourself &amp;amp; go see a doctor. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-111095561137835626?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/111095561137835626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=111095561137835626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111095561137835626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111095561137835626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/replaced.html' title='Replaced'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-111079312081528190</id><published>2005-03-14T20:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:38:40.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tintedrose</title><content type='html'>Photos are up. But not this years though. I've got all Christmas photos up and other old photos i found. Enjoi. &lt;a href="http://www.tintedrose.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.tintedrose.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-111079312081528190?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/111079312081528190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=111079312081528190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111079312081528190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111079312081528190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/tintedrose.html' title='Tintedrose'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-111053971590449134</id><published>2005-03-11T22:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:15:15.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic street preachers</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;I just got my hair streaked purple. Went to get the dye. It's not permanent though. It goes away after 8 washes. :D&lt;br /&gt;I like it. The purple is so nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's almost bedtime so i've gotta run!&lt;br /&gt;Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: Manic street preachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-111053971590449134?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/111053971590449134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=111053971590449134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111053971590449134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111053971590449134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/manic-street-preachers.html' title='Manic street preachers'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-111052223370040165</id><published>2005-03-11T17:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:12:20.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch hana</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Fuck&lt;/s&gt; that girl sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;She is a fucking stinking Indonesian &amp;amp; she keeps whining for no damn fucking reason. &lt;s&gt;Bitch&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-111052223370040165?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/111052223370040165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=111052223370040165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111052223370040165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111052223370040165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/bitch-hana.html' title='Bitch hana'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-111026252383423407</id><published>2005-03-08T18:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:38:25.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed!</title><content type='html'>Hello bitches.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do?!&lt;br /&gt;School's stressing me up. So many things to do yet so little time to do. Ah. Sometimes i just feel like screaming out &amp; asking someone to help me. Even doing that is stressful cos everyone is so busy with their own assignments too &amp;amp; there's no time to help others? I thought this was better. I guess, i'm wrong. I should not make stupid assumptions (if that's how you spell it?) Mmm, i wanna get over &amp; done with all the assignments. I've like five assignments &amp;amp; it's all due in the same week! How %$#&amp;^ is that? I &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; to finish it soon. If not, it's detention for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been happening this week. I checked my diary &amp; it's 30 days till i'm back! Although it's only gonnna be two weeks, i'm gonna make full use of the two weeks i have. I'm gonna catch up with friends, spent time with family &amp;amp; maybe some shopping! See, it's 30&lt;br /&gt;days more but i've alr planned what i want to do. :D Heh heh. It just shows that i just can't wait to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Thanks for the email. Doubt you'll ever see this but i just wanna say i miss you &amp;amp; all &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; secrets. &lt;3&gt; Jokes.. Take care. Talk to you soon. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-111026252383423407?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/111026252383423407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=111026252383423407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111026252383423407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111026252383423407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/stressed.html' title='Stressed!'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-111018575070293910</id><published>2005-03-07T22:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:55:50.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;Life is too boring to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry visitors. Check back soon when i have somthing impt to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Till than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: Decisions, decisions - The Starting Line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-111018575070293910?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/111018575070293910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=111018575070293910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111018575070293910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/111018575070293910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/dear-diary-life-is-too-boring-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110997898343620530</id><published>2005-03-05T13:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:12:15.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: Maybe memories - The Used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110997898343620530?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110997898343620530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110997898343620530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110997898343620530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110997898343620530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110982564201256534</id><published>2005-03-03T18:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:54:02.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's lion king was G-R-E-A-T. I'll tell you why later.&lt;br /&gt;Later-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110982564201256534?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110982564201256534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110982564201256534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110982564201256534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110982564201256534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterdays-lion-king-was-g-r-e-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110971067543491793</id><published>2005-03-02T10:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:57:55.436+11:00</updated><title type='text'>35 days..</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;35 days&lt;/span&gt; more.. I can't wait. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;Off to school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110971067543491793?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110971067543491793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110971067543491793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110971067543491793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110971067543491793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/35-days.html' title='35 days..'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110966987539737094</id><published>2005-03-01T23:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:50:29.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Korkor</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today, i did not go to school 'cos i have a ear infection &amp; my right ear was hearing echos of people talking &amp;amp; my left ear was being abit deaf. Hahaha. So i spent the whole day in bed again at the health centre. Not as if i like to go to school. Everyday, i drag myself out of bed. Heh heh. Well, O'levels results were released yesterday &amp; congrats to everyone who did well, as long as you tried your best, your hard work paid off. Mmm, korkor wasn't really happy with his results 'cos he said he could've done better but who gives a flying fuck? He got twelve points &amp;amp; he doesn't need to go to any fucked up school 'cos he's in Auzzie too. But not near me. How sad eh? &gt;:( I'm still happy for him. And those who made it to JCs, good on you! Hokay, i'm supposed to be having study now so i'll be off soon. Photos will be up in a day or two. Keep waiting!&lt;br /&gt;Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: Rough draft - Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korkor: No matter how badly you think you did, i think you did your best. Studying 8 hours a day. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'll ever see this but who cares. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110966987539737094?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110966987539737094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110966987539737094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110966987539737094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110966987539737094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/03/korkor.html' title='Korkor'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110956802854512992</id><published>2005-02-28T19:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:20:28.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodday.&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of summer &amp; tnr's the start of autumn. Cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my grandma now. She was so shocked o get my call. Ha ha, i called her, my grandpa picked up the phone &amp;amp; she was like, (in the background) 'i want to talk to her, i want to talk to her!!' So funny i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Photos are gonna be up soon. So if you're wanting to see, wait for sometime. If not, bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110956802854512992?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110956802854512992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110956802854512992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110956802854512992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110956802854512992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/goodday.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110948521705958884</id><published>2005-02-27T20:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T17:20:17.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellomoto.&lt;br /&gt;I am back. Bay was good. More like a beach though. Spent like five hours there. Swimming &amp; throwing sand at each other. Was really a bad sand fight. A while later, while it was still going on, this five year old hot boy came up to me &amp;amp; said 'HI, DO YOU WANT HELP FROM ME? I WANT TO THROW SAND AT YOUR FRIENDS.' He is so fackinf cute &amp; btw, i've found a new boyfriend. It's him, Alexander! My friends were like, do you like Nat? Is she your girlfriend? Do you want to marry her? Do you want to kiss her? Do you want to have kids &amp;amp; more questions &amp; he was just stoning away. But he said i'm his gf. How cute eh? So we were playing with him. Later, this whole bunch of guys came to us &amp;amp; threw sand 'bombs' at us &amp; it hurts just so bad. &amp;amp; they asked for everyone's no. They're only in year five which is like ten years old. Naughty boys they sure are. :) The day soon came to an end. But we're going to manly next week &amp; it's gonna be shit loads of fun 'cos it's a beach &amp;amp; it's so BIG!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: One slow dance - Rufio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110948521705958884?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110948521705958884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110948521705958884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110948521705958884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110948521705958884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/hellomoto.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110945915475200868</id><published>2005-02-27T13:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T10:05:54.753+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BEACH</title><content type='html'>Off to the bay... here i go!&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110945915475200868?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110945915475200868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110945915475200868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110945915475200868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110945915475200868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/beach.html' title='BEACH'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110939927415868902</id><published>2005-02-26T22:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:55:40.423+11:00</updated><title type='text'>out with korkor</title><content type='html'>Just came back from the city. Shopped abit with Gerard. He came so frickin' late i tell you. But i'm glad he actually came. :) Went to QVB to get my new thongs from havaianas. I got a mad one. Black &amp; white checks. So now, i've got three pairs with me. The rest are in Sing. Ho ho. Oh well, i miss you korkor.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: I miss you - Blink 182&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110939927415868902?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110939927415868902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110939927415868902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110939927415868902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110939927415868902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/out-with-korkor.html' title='out with korkor'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110937561109554829</id><published>2005-02-26T13:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:56:22.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross random thought.</title><content type='html'>I hate using public washrooms. &amp; as a girl it's doubly hard: You need to make sure the seat is clean; If it's not, you need to wipe it; Then, you place the disposable seat-cover or scraps of toilet paper over it; &amp; finally, you can pee!&lt;br /&gt;That's just a gross random thought but come to think of it, quite gross eh. Who knows if the person has STD's. AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm still waiting fro Gerard to ring me &amp;amp; tell me if he's reached Kings Cross station. He takes forever. He said nine o'clock but it's frickin' 1045. Dick head. For all you know, he forgot. (Knowing him)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait to go to Nelson Bay tmr. It's a really cool bay &amp; we're gonna get to swim the whole day or at least half a day tmr. How good can they get?! :) HAHA. Stmubled upon someone's blog &amp;amp; saw photos of days when we were in Secondary One. The nostalgia in my head..&lt;br /&gt;The morning has been beautiful today &amp;amp; i'm trigger-happy. :) How can anyone miss out on a time like this. I love Saturdays. 'Cos i get to sleep in till late, go out on the streets until 5pm. Sydney is much different from Singapore. At least i get to go out on my own unlike Sing. I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to be sneaky. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: Grand Theft Autum - Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your boy tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i hope he is a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he won't find out what i know,&lt;br /&gt;you were the last good thing about this part of town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110937561109554829?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110937561109554829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110937561109554829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110937561109554829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110937561109554829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/gross-random-thought.html' title='Gross random thought.'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110933404154654077</id><published>2005-02-26T02:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:20:41.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Korkor!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today i didn't do anything much. After school, i went to IL FAGIANO for coffee &amp; i must say it was great. We bitched, gossiped &amp;amp; the list goes on.. After that went to woolies to get junk for weekend stay in.&lt;br /&gt;Gearard's coming down tmr to see me! So sweet eh? Two hours train ride here &amp; two back that makes it four hours of travelling to Sydney to meet me! Thanks korkor. Doubt you'll ever see this though. Just gonna go out for coffee with him. &amp;amp; than he's leaving with his other friends back to the city. But i need my mom to send a fax so that i can go to the city but i forgot &amp; now is too late!!! &gt;:( Well, at least i can meet him. I feel so seperated from the world. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: In this diary- The Ataris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in this diary,&lt;br /&gt;i write you visions of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;It was the best i ever had...&lt;br /&gt;There were choruses &amp; sing-alongs,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that unspoken feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Of knowing that &lt;strong&gt;right now is all that matters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the nights we stayed up talking,&lt;br /&gt;listening to 80's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; quoting lines from all those movies that we love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it still brings a smile to my face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110933404154654077?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110933404154654077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110933404154654077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110933404154654077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110933404154654077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/korkor.html' title='Korkor!'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110921813579139732</id><published>2005-02-24T18:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:08:55.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANKS CUSZY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I DON'T BELIEVE IN UFOs. HAHAHA. THE FONTS ON THE TAG CAN'T BE SEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY, TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT 'COS THERE'S SHITLOADS OF GOOD THINGS TO GET! TILL THAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110921813579139732?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110921813579139732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110921813579139732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110921813579139732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110921813579139732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/thanks-cuszy.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110921801141701410</id><published>2005-02-24T18:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:06:51.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how frickin' pissed i am. I just did some newsletter thingamanga for my computer applications assignment &amp; asked my teacher for help &amp;amp; every damn facking thing is gone 'cos i don't know what the fack she did. &amp; she wants it IN today. Fuck off bitch. Thanks for the help which was all buttshit! UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am back in school today! But i still feel sick. Nothing much else to say. Shall blog again later!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: Rock show - Blink 182&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110921801141701410?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110921801141701410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110921801141701410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110921801141701410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110921801141701410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/dear-diary-you-dont-know-how-frickin.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110913668962985362</id><published>2005-02-24T11:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:31:29.630+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CARD</title><content type='html'>I was too lazy to un-PUK my card so i bought a new sim from the post office.&lt;br /&gt;My new no. is 0408207888. If you're calling or gonna text me from Singapore, i'm not sure if you've to add any no. before it. Well, just try.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you're gonna try pranking me, you're stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110913668962985362?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110913668962985362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110913668962985362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110913668962985362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110913668962985362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-card.html' title='NEW CARD'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110919649256310744</id><published>2005-02-24T09:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:13:14.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOKAY NAT, AS I PROMISED.&lt;br /&gt;TOOK ME 10 HRS TO DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;AND I THINK I DID A AWESOME GOOD JOB&lt;br /&gt;DONT YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SOMETHING FROM AUSTRALIA!&lt;br /&gt;I DID THE STARS MYSELF!! FUCKIN NICE EY!!&lt;br /&gt;AND IT TOOK ME 2 HRS JUST TO FIND THE COLOUR CODE FOR DEEP BLUE#4&lt;br /&gt;SDKLHG;SAGHBSJBSDGBXMVSSDGDVCNNVHMG,!&lt;br /&gt;AND CHNAGE THE COLOURS OF YOUR TAGBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IN UFOs. PEACE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110919649256310744?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110919649256310744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110919649256310744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110919649256310744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110919649256310744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/hokay-nat-as-i-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110906287289613094</id><published>2005-02-23T15:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:02:33.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school again! I had a high fever &amp; the same shitass illness. Well, i was sleeping again &amp;amp; i really felt like pig. HAHA. &amp; I've to go to the docs tmr 'cos the nurse says so. Ohwell, that means no school again. How sad eh? But i don't really like day school 'cos the people are the biggest bitches &amp;amp; sluts wannabe. Eeyer... okay, i'll blog again tmr 'cos my fuckass teacher daughter of a bitch is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: Iris - Goo goo dolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110906287289613094?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110906287289613094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110906287289613094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110906287289613094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110906287289613094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-everyone-i-didnt-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110896814829612709</id><published>2005-02-22T12:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:42:28.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rese!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY RESE!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the wonderful times we spent. Now i wanna relieve those days.. I miss those days. I am so sorry i cannot be home to celebrate your sweet sixteen with you. You have no idea how much i want to go home to celebrate your sweet sixteen with you baby. Well, i just want you to have a great time celebrating this day. I'll see you in 44 days..&lt;br /&gt;Till than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today. Woke up this morning feeling really lethargic. So went to see the college nurse &amp; she told me not to go but to sleep in the health centre the whole day. Had a high fever but has subsided, a cough &amp;amp; block nose. I really hate having a block nose. I can't breathe..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else to talk about yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukebox: Seven years - Saosin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110896814829612709?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110896814829612709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110896814829612709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110896814829612709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110896814829612709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/rese.html' title='Rese!!'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110888184264355898</id><published>2005-02-21T12:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:44:02.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatswood.</title><content type='html'>Hello jackass.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Chatswood. Good place. Nice cinema, hot guys, cool shopping. All the facking hot joey's guys were there. Btw, Joey's is a boy's school. Bought cool shirts for $5 from Supre. Good shop! Bought this billabong beach bag. It's facking nice. :) Watched Bride &amp; Prejudice. Very funny show. You guys should catch it.. Watched Finding Neverland last week. I want to watch Constantine next week. Heard it's a cool show. Oh well, bought a card for my mom &amp;amp; dad but not sure when i'm gonna send it back home. Post office is a long way from school. Not really long but i've to walk.. Ha ha. Yes lazy..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, going for dinner now!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;A decade under the influence - Taking Back Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110888184264355898?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110888184264355898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110888184264355898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110888184264355898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110888184264355898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/chatswood.html' title='Chatswood.'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110877725334182934</id><published>2005-02-20T07:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:40:53.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I called home just now. Spoke to my mom, dad, Sean &amp;amp; grands. I miss them so much. Really. That makes me wanna go home faster!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110877725334182934?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110877725334182934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110877725334182934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110877725334182934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110877725334182934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-called-home-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110876409811760794</id><published>2005-02-20T04:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:01:38.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye -rufio</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;How are you. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye - Rufio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110876409811760794?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110876409811760794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110876409811760794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110876409811760794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110876409811760794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/goodbye-rufio.html' title='Goodbye -rufio'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110871202291870129</id><published>2005-02-19T13:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T18:33:42.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinnies girls.</title><content type='html'>Good girls in Vinnies:&lt;br /&gt;-Collars down.&lt;br /&gt;-Buttons done up.&lt;br /&gt;-Socks folded down once.&lt;br /&gt;-No earrings in any other place on the ear except the lobes.&lt;br /&gt;-No iPods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad girls in Vinnies:&lt;br /&gt;-Collars up.&lt;br /&gt;-Buttons open.&lt;br /&gt;-Socks high up.&lt;br /&gt;-Earrings on any part of the ear.&lt;br /&gt;-Navel piercing, Tongue piercing, Eye-brow piercing, Tattoos, Smoke outside school.&lt;br /&gt;-Long nails.&lt;br /&gt;-iPods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i a victim? Your guess. Ha ha. Sorry if this is bullcrap or whatever but i just want to add smt to my blog 'cos i think my entries are too boring for YOU to read. Ha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, just had Dhini. It was shit. Seriously. I hate it. This is all for now readers.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Red light pledge - Silverstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110871202291870129?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110871202291870129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110871202291870129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110871202291870129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110871202291870129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/vinnies-girls.html' title='Vinnies girls.'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110867352175161257</id><published>2005-02-19T02:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T07:52:01.756+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;How's your week been? Mine was okay. Was your's? Hokay, shut the hell up Nat. Anyhoots, i just finished breakfast again &amp; i've yet to take my bathe. Toilets are all being used. Gees. :D&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home dudes. 48 days more... I can't wait. It's soon! Oh well, nothing much else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Zoe: I can't remember the number. It's smt like 014........... Very long la. &amp; it's under PUK code now so i'll tell you when i get it done. Sorry. :'( IMU!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Des: Jellybean! I'm doing fine. How 'bout you? Hope it's good. What's with Dhini &amp;amp; the stick ah?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Maj: Hey majo! Oh, valentine's was good. I got cake all over me but i also got lollies. How cool ah? Love love!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Glenna: Yeah sure thing. So you take care first la k. love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Andy: You sucker. Sorry i've yet to reply your mail. Will do it soon. Promise! Really! So, take care yeah. I'll play block catching with you in the night. (Sounds quite childidh.) But who cares.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lesley: You mail me first la. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110867352175161257?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110867352175161257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110867352175161257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110867352175161257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110867352175161257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/dear-diary-hows-your-week-been-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110858668085888300</id><published>2005-02-18T02:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T07:44:40.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellomoto everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about cos i just had breakfast. I'm gonna take my bathe now &amp; than i'm off to school! School starts at 0830 &amp;amp; it ends at 0320. :)&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Angela Baker &amp;amp; my obsession with fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110858668085888300?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110858668085888300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110858668085888300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110858668085888300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110858668085888300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/hellomoto-everyone-nothing-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110845747402285545</id><published>2005-02-16T14:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:57:11.680+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&gt;Marcus: Better keep to your word about coffee &amp; i'll send you the video. Promise?! Ha ha. You'll like it. Serious. It's funny &amp;amp; it was taken yesterday in my school library. :) Till than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110845747402285545?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110845747402285545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110845747402285545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110845747402285545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110845747402285545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110841189755810281</id><published>2005-02-16T02:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T07:11:37.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Andy: i tried to put a PIN code and than the fracking thing became a PUK code. How smart ey?!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sassy: I miss you too. Love much. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110841189755810281?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110841189755810281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110841189755810281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110841189755810281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110841189755810281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/replies_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110836064483819557</id><published>2005-02-15T11:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:58:38.456+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Andy: Yes i will call. My fucking phone is under PUK code now so i have to call up the shit thing &amp;amp; ask them to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Love anw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mel: Cos i called back babe. i called Andy and so we confrenced. You call next time la. Love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Glenna: Miss you too. &lt;3&gt;Stace: Happy New Year too. Love!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jeannine: Yes, i heard your voice too babe. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Zoe: I miss you. My hair? Oh, i tei it up now cos it has grown. I brought both my specs.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lesley: What's your email. IMU la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jaz: Don't worry. Imu. Please take care. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110836064483819557?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110836064483819557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110836064483819557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110836064483819557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110836064483819557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/replies_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110836026611787648</id><published>2005-02-15T11:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:52:26.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S ASSHOLES.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys get all the presents, flowers &amp;amp; whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who's my valentine? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110836026611787648?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110836026611787648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110836026611787648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110836026611787648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110836026611787648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-assholes.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110806754562257404</id><published>2005-02-12T02:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T07:32:25.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When's Chinese New Year? I don't know. But anw, MERRY CHINESE NEW YEAR! Get lots of money yeah? But keep some for my flight back. :D Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110806754562257404?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110806754562257404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110806754562257404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110806754562257404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110806754562257404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/whens-chinese-new-year-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110792760628294287</id><published>2005-02-10T11:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:40:06.303+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the world. </title><content type='html'>Just tell me straight to my fucking face, you fucking bitch. You don't have to fucking bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me &amp; i'll obviously be PERFECTLY fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't i just live a fucking solitary life? A life with no friends, no family, no one. Just my fucking self. Than would you be happy? I know you obviously would. Fuck you. I hate my life now. It just feels like everything should end here. Has anyone ever bothered to be here to talk to me, has any fuck out there even know how i fucking feel? Fuck you. No one does cos basically no one gives a fucking shit. I don't care a fucking damn if this entry is full of vulgarities but you can just fuck off if you're not happy. I AM GOING TO LIVE A SOLITARY LIFE and that is final. I've made up my mind. Jeez. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Until the day i die - Story of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110792760628294287?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110792760628294287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110792760628294287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110792760628294287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110792760628294287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/fuck-world.html' title='Fuck the world. '/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110784614264079819</id><published>2005-02-09T13:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:02:22.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash- Aphrodite</title><content type='html'>Ash - Aphrodite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my lowest today. So, i don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I miss my mom, can you believe it? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110784614264079819?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110784614264079819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110784614264079819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110784614264079819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110784614264079819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/ash-aphrodite.html' title='Ash- Aphrodite'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110784012635853843</id><published>2005-02-09T11:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T16:23:00.726+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel.</title><content type='html'>&gt;Mel: I miss you truckloads too babe, how i wish things could be the same. Anyhoos, you please take good care of yourself okay. You know i love you. Keep smiling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jaz: I miss you too. Love love. Ihaven't forgotten you too.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Des: I miss you la babe. Love!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Leon: Go ask her back for it. HURRY. Before the whole runs out of money. HA. What a joke.&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/9641187-110784012635853843?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110784012635853843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110784012635853843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110784012635853843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110784012635853843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/mel.html' title='Mel.'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110775317508524540</id><published>2005-02-08T11:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T16:31:18.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one</title><content type='html'>Made my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold on for too long&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I can't,&lt;br /&gt;I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110775317508524540?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110775317508524540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110775317508524540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110775317508524540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110775317508524540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/only-one.html' title='Only one'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110759590996892712</id><published>2005-02-06T15:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:31:49.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies again.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sassy: I miss you too sassy. How have you been lately? Hope everything's fine. Saw you at the airport!!&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Anon: Sing's stressful, all road learning &amp;amp; my mom wanted to send me over so yeah. Thanks. Who are you anw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110759590996892712?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110759590996892712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110759590996892712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110759590996892712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110759590996892712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/replies-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110756183147551860</id><published>2005-02-06T06:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:03:51.476+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Replies.</title><content type='html'>Hellomoto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Nat: I won't forget you guys. Oh yeah, i read the note you wrote like before i left. Hope you're doing fine over there. Take good care of yoursself okay. Love love. See you in 61 days!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jill: Yes babe, i saw the message like before i left too. Ha ha. Thanks. Hope you're doing good in school. Love you much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110756183147551860?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110756183147551860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110756183147551860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110756183147551860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110756183147551860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/replies.html' title='Replies.'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110751241851716936</id><published>2005-02-05T16:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T21:20:18.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion show.</title><content type='html'>You would'nt believe what we girls do in boarding house. Actually, i think no one would. Ha ha! &lt;strong&gt;Fashion show. &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; i'm for real. They all dress up&amp;amp;walk down the aisle. Even our boarding mistress wanted to participate. Now you get the drift.. the girls are CRAZY. Hahaha. Will put up some photos asap when i upload them into the computer here. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62 days till i'm back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110751241851716936?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110751241851716936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110751241851716936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110751241851716936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110751241851716936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/fashion-show.html' title='Fashion show.'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110749430945254400</id><published>2005-02-05T11:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:18:29.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant wait for this to end,&lt;br /&gt;and leave tonight behind us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsettled letting go of you,&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping the night in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this laptop falls along with me,&lt;br /&gt;onto my bed while rolling over.&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart or break my fall.&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss him or cover all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories you had of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110749430945254400?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110749430945254400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110749430945254400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110749430945254400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110749430945254400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-cant-wait-for-this-to-end-and-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110749363758024763</id><published>2005-02-05T11:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:07:17.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;62 days till i'm back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon but at the same time really long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110749363758024763?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110749363758024763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110749363758024763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110749363758024763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110749363758024763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/62-days-till-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110749230902831302</id><published>2005-02-05T10:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:45:22.393+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's different in school. The people are really mad/crazy but they're friendly&amp;really funny. Very few asians here. Most of them are honkies and i'm the only one from Singapore. How sad. :'( But hell, i gotta get used to it. My roommate is &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; crazy. She just can't stop laughing at her own stupid lame jokes&amp;amp;she just rips her shirt off anytime&amp;amp;anywhere. I swear, she does. Sense the spastic-ness? Ha ha! Oh well, than again, i miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Last train home - Lost prophets.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110749230902831302?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110749230902831302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110749230902831302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110749230902831302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110749230902831302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/everythings-different-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110741004952429589</id><published>2005-02-04T11:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:45:40.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always took my mom for granted and thought she used to nag a whole lot but now i regret. Really. Sh'e leaving today at 5pm Sydney time and i'm sad. I don't want her to leave. Really. Although i don't get to stay with her at the hotel but instead at the boarding house, i still miss her. I miss my friends but not as much as i miss my family. Really. Dear friends, please don't think that i don't miss you guys but actually i do too a whole lot. Words can't describe how much i miss you. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, i miss you badly. I've written a note for you in the book. I'll try my best to do it frequently yeah. Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val, my dear girl, i miss you so please take care of yourself. Don't think you'll be able to see this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy, ANGEL. I got your mail. Thanks. I really wanna relieve those days dude. I miss you alot too cos my nights have been really quiet and boring w/o your stupid nonscence. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh yeah, my blog timings will be the Sydney timing so if you're in Singapore, i'm three hours ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110741004952429589?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110741004952429589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110741004952429589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110741004952429589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110741004952429589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-always-took-my-mom-for-granted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110639518415279344</id><published>2005-01-23T15:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:59:44.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't know how much it hurts when i miss you.&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/9641187-110639518415279344?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110639518415279344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110639518415279344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110639518415279344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110639518415279344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-dont-know-how-much-it-hurts-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110639454303205187</id><published>2005-01-23T14:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:50:05.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry Clairey gf. I know you were scared to sneak out but you did it just for me. I am indeed very grateful. I won't forget this day we spent together. You don't know how much i really love you huh. I do&amp;will always love you baby. I know i shouldn't have shouted at you just like that but you know me right. Sorry. :'( I hope you don't take matters like these to heart okay. Im sorry again&amp;amp;love you till my dying day. Love, Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110639454303205187?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110639454303205187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110639454303205187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110639454303205187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110639454303205187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-sorry-clairey-gf.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110633619316046279</id><published>2005-01-22T22:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T06:36:33.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Claire seriously is being a bitch. She's beside me now and it's 0335 in the fucking morning. Hahaha. We're at Nigel's with Josh. Btw, he's the biggest asswipe. Ha ha. Im so sorry Josh. :) Aiyah, there's nothing i can do but just use the comp at Nigel's. Anyhoots, chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for the day.&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes - Rufio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110633619316046279?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110633619316046279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110633619316046279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110633619316046279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110633619316046279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_22.html' title='-'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110631656391148352</id><published>2005-01-22T17:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:09:23.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck, i just type one whole load of things which was quite relavant but guess what. The smart blogger deleted everything. How good ey. You must know how i fell huh. Bastard. Thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110631656391148352?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110631656391148352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110631656391148352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110631656391148352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110631656391148352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuck-i-just-type-one-whole-load-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110621586399280544</id><published>2005-01-21T13:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:11:03.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like his wicked style. Woot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living weeks devoid of you wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;i've completely forgotton the joy you guys bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110621586399280544?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110621586399280544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110621586399280544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110621586399280544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110621586399280544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-like-his-wicked-style.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110620918634816649</id><published>2005-01-21T11:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:19:46.346+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally finished packing my luggage today. Jeezus, it sure is VERY heavy. So many damn things to bring. I hope the immigration will give some allowance for overweight luggages. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, nice ah my new layout? I like!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Mellie's birthday. She's finally sixteen. Sweet sixteen. :) Woot woot. But guess what? I can't go for the party. Oh mighty moses who parted the red sea.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: HAPPY FUCKING SWEET SIXTEEN BIRTHDAY BABY. HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT TIME BUT I KNOW YOU WON'T REALLY COS IM NOT THERE. HAHAAH. Just kidding. I love you, i miss you and i want to see you soon before i leave which is in &lt;b&gt;5 days&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;The taste of Ink - The Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110620918634816649?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110620918634816649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110620918634816649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110620918634816649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110620918634816649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-finally-finished-packing-my-luggage.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110603933944915463</id><published>2005-01-19T12:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:14:02.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I'm talking my words slip to the floor&lt;br /&gt;and they crawl through your legs and slide under the back door&lt;br /&gt;rendering me freakish and dazed.&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say this.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know is awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelids close when you're around me to shut me out.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll go walking through the streets until my heels bleed&lt;br /&gt;and I'll sing out my song in case the birds wish to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll dig a tunnel to the center of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say this.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know is awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelids close when you're around me to shut me out.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my way across the frozen sea,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the blank horizon,&lt;br /&gt;when I can forget "you and me" and get a decent night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am. I don't know how to say this.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know is awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelids close when you're around me to shut me out.&lt;br /&gt;Don't shut me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't shut me out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakish - Saves the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110603933944915463?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110603933944915463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110603933944915463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110603933944915463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110603933944915463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/as-im-talking-my-words-slip-to-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110586033049404464</id><published>2005-01-17T10:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:25:30.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to the radio, &lt;br /&gt;just made me even more fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect10 should do something about their playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Or they will find themselves,&lt;br /&gt;disappearing into the oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense the angst, no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110586033049404464?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110586033049404464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110586033049404464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110586033049404464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110586033049404464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/listening-to-radio-just-made-me-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110585549248009296</id><published>2005-01-17T09:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:05:43.256+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here i come,&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone ! It's been a week since i blogged. Not posting up lyrics but blog. Im home now, my parents and brothers went out &amp; i didn't simply because my mom assked me to stay home &amp;amp; help prepare the food for the BBQ tonight. Like wtf. She does doesn't want me out cos maybe i'm an embarrassment to her. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Claire and Rese sneaked into my house last night at 1130pm. How cool. But they were talking so loudly that my dog kept barking at them when they were outside. How funny. Though time spent was short, we had fun, no ? Hahaha. Thanks girls for coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, replies to my tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claire:&lt;/em&gt; Gf, imissyou too la k. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gillian:&lt;/em&gt; You better BE waiting for me ah. Cos i will be rushing to come back on 7 April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majo:&lt;/em&gt; Loh-sah-li is back ?! Hahaha. That idiot. I bet she forgot me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Des:&lt;/em&gt; I love you too jellybean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nat ho:&lt;/em&gt; I LOVE YOU LA K. Primary school days are not to be forgotten yeah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dhini:&lt;/em&gt; I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zoe:&lt;/em&gt; I said i can't promise right. But i'll try my best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe memories - The Used.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9641187-110585549248009296?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110585549248009296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110585549248009296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110585549248009296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110585549248009296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-here-i-come-hello-everyone-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110576013257890553</id><published>2005-01-16T06:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T14:35:32.576+11:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>And will &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;you've got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;this all was only wishful thinkin let's go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110576013257890553?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110576013257890553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110576013257890553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110576013257890553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110576013257890553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110515070913577903</id><published>2005-01-09T05:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T13:20:02.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flew so high last night&lt;br /&gt;i think i fell to the ground so&lt;br /&gt;heavy&lt;br /&gt;woke up to find this living&lt;br /&gt;hell&lt;br /&gt;it used to be so easy&lt;br /&gt;hard to tell my nights now&lt;br /&gt;from my days&lt;br /&gt;the curtain hides my feelings&lt;br /&gt;don't feel i have the right&lt;br /&gt;to pray&lt;br /&gt;and will they find me someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my Saturdays. I stay home all day cos i don't wake up early enough to go out with my mom. :'( I just do.&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/9641187-110515070913577903?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110515070913577903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110515070913577903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110515070913577903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110515070913577903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/flew-so-high-last-night-i-think-i-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110514988613561739</id><published>2005-01-09T05:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T13:19:45.800+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one</title><content type='html'>There's just no one,&lt;br /&gt;no one like you.&lt;br /&gt;You are my only,&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;only one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110514988613561739?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110514988613561739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110514988613561739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110514988613561739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110514988613561739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/only-one.html' title='Only one'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110508569263895824</id><published>2005-01-08T11:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:14:52.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18days till i leave...&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, that's scary. Im not counting down to go but counting to &lt;strong&gt;COME&lt;/strong&gt; back in April. That'll be really wonderful. :) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110508569263895824?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110508569263895824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110508569263895824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110508569263895824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110508569263895824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/18days-till-i-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110508561230174596</id><published>2005-01-08T11:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:13:32.303+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Konstaintine.</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;You could keep me up in bed&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine&lt;br /&gt;Spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen&lt;br /&gt;And i said&lt;br /&gt;did you know ive missed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know ive missed you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110508561230174596?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110508561230174596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110508561230174596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110508561230174596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110508561230174596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/konstaintine.html' title='Konstaintine.'/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110500099153240311</id><published>2005-01-07T11:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T19:46:13.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to those who tagged. I love you all a whole bunch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110500099153240311?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110500099153240311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110500099153240311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110500099153240311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110500099153240311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/thanks-to-those-who-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9641187.post-110500085726789273</id><published>2005-01-07T11:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T19:40:57.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellomoto.&lt;br /&gt;I am finally down to doing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been a bore. Thw whole three days spent shopping. Shopping for winter clothes cos i will be back after the temperature changes. How wonderful. It's not very many days more till i leve. Leaving on the 25 ? It's a night flight. So, i'll prolly be able to go out in the day to meet my friends ONE LAST TIME. The thought of that makes me cry...&lt;br /&gt;I never actually thought i'd miss them so much but now when i think of it, jeezus, i AM gonna miss them so damn much. How i wish ustralia was just an hour drive away from Singapore. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Only one - Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9641187-110500085726789273?l=poetictragedy-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/feeds/110500085726789273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9641187&amp;postID=110500085726789273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110500085726789273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9641187/posts/default/110500085726789273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetictragedy-.blogspot.com/2005/01/hellomoto.html' title=''/><author><name>Technicolor Girls.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14464937986176960426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/66/2786624/10136781411122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
