<?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-1847373801696477979</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:22:34.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>辞世の句</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-4207177080677668994</id><published>2009-06-26T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:35:38.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MR MJ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SkR4hsBTSpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AaMC2R09dPc/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351534777370626706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SkR4hsBTSpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AaMC2R09dPc/s400/MJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I switched on MTV this morning and my head spun.&lt;br /&gt;"What....the.."&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, didn't expect that first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;So say, most of you knew I grew up with Rock n Roll. So why Jacko?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lets just say he is, after all - The King of Pop. How can we not like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered seeing my classmates trying to learn the oh-so-famous Moonwalk, The Circle Slide, The Step Leg, etc.&lt;br /&gt;No one does it quite like MJ. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't forget his constant "Aouw!"&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my favourite songs used to be Thriller and Bad.&lt;br /&gt;I guess his songs wouldn't be out of my life for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;We could all agree, that the 3rd generation (that's us), we grew up with all the retro songs and no one, I say - NO ONE, have not, not known his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something that Seth Green said that I would agree on a 100%.&lt;br /&gt;He said: “It’s shocking and so sad. But for the first time in a long time, people are talking about all of the amazing things he was rather than all of the unfortunate attention he’d acquired.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ, remember your song - You Rock My World.&lt;br /&gt;You were and always will be "The King of Pop".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-4207177080677668994?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4207177080677668994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=4207177080677668994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4207177080677668994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4207177080677668994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-mj.html' title='MR MJ.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SkR4hsBTSpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AaMC2R09dPc/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-5105948491505357957</id><published>2009-06-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:16:58.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2e8523f162c054d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2e8523f162c054d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331728610%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D391DC7137F7B3ECFF9EEDA2A3001115CC1782FB6.910AB51AD3E94683B9945EE482612A06421A249%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2e8523f162c054d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjU77YzBmx5WJ36Q47UVhh43MpJY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2e8523f162c054d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331728610%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D391DC7137F7B3ECFF9EEDA2A3001115CC1782FB6.910AB51AD3E94683B9945EE482612A06421A249%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2e8523f162c054d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjU77YzBmx5WJ36Q47UVhh43MpJY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This video is an extremely lame video that might cause severe migraines, headaches, heart attacks, or even extreme boredom that might cause a stroke. Watch with caution. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MUHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-5105948491505357957?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b2e8523f162c054d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/5105948491505357957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=5105948491505357957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5105948491505357957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5105948491505357957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomness-d.html' title='Randomness :D'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3411382545289516479</id><published>2009-06-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:39:50.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Dienzo but nowhere near his skills :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiPnPgZb5FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bNKWuRtC-Us/s1600-h/DSC00022+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367836572214354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 427px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiPnPgZb5FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bNKWuRtC-Us/s400/DSC00022+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one's called "Dolly's Revenge". Drew that about 3 weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me what do you think (: But don't be afraid to say it sucks :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3411382545289516479?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3411382545289516479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3411382545289516479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3411382545289516479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3411382545289516479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspired-by-dienzo-but-nowhere-near-his.html' title='Inspired by Dienzo but nowhere near his skills :D'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiPnPgZb5FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bNKWuRtC-Us/s72-c/DSC00022+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-142231158616707834</id><published>2009-05-31T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:07:45.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck with glasses on :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKqEvjjIBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/QMkc-XbgOF0/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342019106476597266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKqEvjjIBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/QMkc-XbgOF0/s400/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I TOLD YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I look weird there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's my current hair :D hmm, getting my ears pierced again this week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A second one (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladadidum :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HALLOWEEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;muhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-142231158616707834?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/142231158616707834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=142231158616707834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/142231158616707834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/142231158616707834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-suck-with-glasses-on-d.html' title='I suck with glasses on :D'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKqEvjjIBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/QMkc-XbgOF0/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3325754442344038523</id><published>2009-05-31T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:49:06.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>Exams are over. Failed Math. Just passed HSIE. Got pretty good marks for English. (: I reckon I'll fail Science too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently into the GazettE and The Candy Spooky Theater ^^&lt;br /&gt;-Distress and Coma&lt;br /&gt;-Regret&lt;br /&gt;-Guren&lt;br /&gt;-Merry Go Round&lt;br /&gt;-Devilish Kidnapper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who wants to celebrate Halloween this year? Lets celebrate it when I get back to Msia in July. xD ...I'm serious. *serious face on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating my room with some nice pictures. Might even have a potrait of Malice Mizer on the top of my bed :D Will post pics when I'm done (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transposed Distress and Coma onto the piano this morning. Sounded pretty ok. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a collapsible top hat ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Alison Lurie's Truth and Consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been drawing a lot lately. Might make it into a compilation book. Not sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 designs done for the Goth clothing. Might have to go to China soon to get the materials done. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely getting braces this summer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others: Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3325754442344038523?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3325754442344038523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3325754442344038523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3325754442344038523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3325754442344038523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2255655078330158753</id><published>2009-05-03T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:16:33.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dienzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was looking up for updates on La Carmina's and saw her latest post. Inspired me - A LOT. Dienzo's artwork is amazing. I wished I could attend his Goth Art Exhibition in Los Angelos but, where am I? Stuck in Vietnam. *Rampage*. Anyway, there's a couple of pictures that I found quite similar to my thinking xD Hmm, and Rico said "Valeria Reaping" reminded him of me, I wonder. (: Here's a few pictures of Dienzo's artwork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331627513153582674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sf2--Zw39lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9AUzs8fgrcg/s400/Sebastian+Performing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sebastian Performing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331629913978787282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sf3BKJiNVdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5cT5RKL2NzQ/s400/GustavSensing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gustav Sensing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331630958516625090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sf3CG8vb3sI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YasvqQXZaQk/s400/TimmyPainting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Timmy Painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Interesting, no? I love it. Please visit his website! &lt;a href="http://www.dienzoart.com/"&gt;www.dienzoart.com&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And thanks LaCarmina, for posting it (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Creepy crawly little friends, crawl into my enemy's pants. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2255655078330158753?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2255655078330158753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2255655078330158753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2255655078330158753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2255655078330158753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/05/dienzo.html' title='Dienzo'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sf2--Zw39lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9AUzs8fgrcg/s72-c/Sebastian+Performing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-504630805932477965</id><published>2009-05-03T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:01:30.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xavier????? GAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sf1XND8PgRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ez_jRVtuAKk/s1600-h/DSC00013+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331513415784431890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sf1XND8PgRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ez_jRVtuAKk/s400/DSC00013+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xavier got his 2nd and 3rd tattoo :D hmm, hand drewn by ME! Using Nail polish and permanent marker (cheap I know, but innovative muahhaha). this time, IT WONT COME OFF! YESH XD So, what do you guys think? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-504630805932477965?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/504630805932477965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=504630805932477965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/504630805932477965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/504630805932477965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/05/xavier-gah.html' title='Xavier????? GAH.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sf1XND8PgRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ez_jRVtuAKk/s72-c/DSC00013+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2172371327436774027</id><published>2009-05-02T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:13:10.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sfx-CmEASaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z6oOPt4M_00/s1600-h/Imouto-san.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331274641942006178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sfx-CmEASaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z6oOPt4M_00/s400/Imouto-san.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I wrote this on my guitar :D Simple but I like it (: Was thinking of redecorating my Xavier and there! He got his very first tattoo! *Rejoices* lol. Anyway, hmm, things are pretty much NORMAL and my life is a bore. xDDD Gonna start a small business very, very soon. For goth clothing. (: For you goth people out there, please watch out for any information (: BLAH. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2172371327436774027?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2172371327436774027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2172371327436774027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2172371327436774027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2172371327436774027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/Sfx-CmEASaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z6oOPt4M_00/s72-c/Imouto-san.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-7951452279212102759</id><published>2009-04-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:17:30.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>My blog's dead. But fear not! IT'S REVIVING :O&lt;br /&gt;OK. 1.2.3!! (: The other day I went to NowZone ( shopping mall in vietnam ) and I found fuckloads of jap stuff. O.O yes surprising I know. (I went VK hunting and even found japanophiles.) lets see, I stopped at a regular shop and poof! My dreamy, prettiful aviator goggles shining itself on me..... *ooo shiny*, *touches*, "How much is it?" "80,000 VND". *thinks back to what my aunt said about aviator goggles: aviator goggles??? oh they have it in Vn but it quite expensive la... around 120,000 - 1 mil also they have wan."* *smiles* "Can I have a discount?? 70,000vnd?" "no miss, too cheap." "oh but then if you dont give me discount i will nt be able to buy! im only a student...." "okokokokokok, 70,000, deal." *pays, thanks, leaves* YESSSSSSSS! then next stop, [Tia Lia]. GOD THAT PLACE HAS FUCKLOADS OF AWESOME STUFF. From the outside, all you would be able to see are toys, pink bags, some hairclips, dadadadada.... When I went INSIDE..... Crosses, Chains, Masks, Chokers, Awesome Bandanas, Goth Bags, Harajuku Stuff, Punk Ties, Swank Punk caps, awesome earrings, EGL items, weird stuffs (what I would call awesome ). ALL THAT. I bought a bat designed tie, and a pair of cute black leg warmers ^^ might go back there this weekend xD then lunch, then walk around, THEN went to NowZone. A new shopping mall in Vietnam. It blew me off my feet. SO.AWESOME. Again, I see ze aweshome things and I ish drools (: Needless to explain, fuckloads of things again, and once I walked in, I already spotted a couple of Miyavi lookalike items. On the top floor there's Daiso (something like our 5 ringgit shop lol) but god it sells all those kawaii food makers! the molds, the bentoware, and even a flower shaped pancake and egg maker ((: and its so effing cheap! also, there's weird party stuff.... I even saw a breast enhance thingy for guys.... you know, where you fool around and all that.... ANYWAY. It sells the Hello Kitty bread toaster!!!! Not available in Malaysia yet, I think &gt;=) and so many cute stuff &gt;__&lt; then I walked around and all that with a "omg Im in Japan" shocked dumbass face. And everything else in that mall were mostly Harajuku and Swank Punk items. ((: and couple of Punk Lolita clothing. But overall it's quite big and cool ((: and I found out it was developed by some jap company so no doubt xD&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest part was this Loli girl came running up to me shouting "AHH MIYAVI!" Everyone stared. Yes I had my sunnies on. My face - O.O wha.... and until she realised she apologized frantically. She was hyperventilating, trust me. Scary fangirl. But still I wondered.... which part of me looked like Miyavi?!!!!! Im a girl, for godsake! and I do not carry the aweshomeness which Meevers do. xDD But yea, there. Something to keep my blog alive. luls. hmm.... shall keep updates up more frequently.... and Miyavi and Melody are married!! Congratulations to the newly wed couple!! and Melody's pregnant and the both of them are gonna be mummy and daddy! Keep the happiness flowing guys~ (: Ja matane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-7951452279212102759?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7951452279212102759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=7951452279212102759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7951452279212102759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7951452279212102759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-7019341180968245434</id><published>2009-03-26T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:10:38.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0 ~~</title><content type='html'>I'm coming home!~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-7019341180968245434?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7019341180968245434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=7019341180968245434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7019341180968245434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7019341180968245434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/03/0.html' title='0 ~~'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-8184955937655518494</id><published>2009-03-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:52:06.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*floats*</title><content type='html'>10101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no it's not "101" its "10".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL???????? *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------x--------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-8184955937655518494?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8184955937655518494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=8184955937655518494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/8184955937655518494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/8184955937655518494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/03/floats.html' title='*floats*'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2127644169217591250</id><published>2009-03-12T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:38:34.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit.</title><content type='html'>Friggin hell, 10 just turned into 14. =.= oh well at least i'll still be able to go back. Gargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2127644169217591250?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2127644169217591250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2127644169217591250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2127644169217591250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2127644169217591250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/03/dammit.html' title='Dammit.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6115502071403389525</id><published>2009-03-11T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:16:01.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLWTFRANDOMPOSTOFBOREDOM =]</title><content type='html'>School assessments are officially over (though there's still a further trigonometry test tomoz, not like i care). 10 more days and I'll be HOME. I cant wait cuz I really just wanna get outta this shithole lulz. I need some boots lol. Cheese too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been making rag dolls lately, yes people have asked me if I could sell it, here's the answer: MAYBE. To make some small pocket money anyway. So if any of you are interested you can just ask me about it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you math and chemistry. Im never gonna study you guys after term 4. NEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Im done here xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6115502071403389525?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6115502071403389525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6115502071403389525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6115502071403389525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6115502071403389525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOVE YA&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm so tired from the stupid SAIMUN (Saigon Model UN).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seriously, I think it would've been fine without the FUCKING EcoSoc CHAIRMAN, the bossy people, the bitches, the bastards, the fucktards, etc...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. whole weekend gone bcz of the conference. fuck it la.&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/1847373801696477979-2104086094614015077?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-1574668127327360492</id><published>2009-01-13T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:22:03.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>• Embarressment•&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve laughed ’til some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Health •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Traveling •&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve driven / riden over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Ottawa.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gone to Sudbury.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Experiences •&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gone skinny-dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been in a musical.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Relationships •&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m married.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Honesty / Crime •&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve snuck out.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve ran a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Death and Suicide •&lt;br /&gt;[] I’m afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve seen someone / something dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone close to me has attempted / committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve planned my own suicide before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Materialism •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CD’s.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime / manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own designer purses costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collected comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something I got on E-Bay.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Random •&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can dance well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I open up to others easily&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don’t kill bugs/don't like to&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I care about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have “?”’s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] honestly have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] All my answers were totally honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—-YOUR BOY SIDE—-&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It’s hilarious when people get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sad movies suck.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a car racing game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;[x] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You owned a DS, PS2, N64,or Sega.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have watched sports on TV&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gory movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go to your dad for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to collect hockey cards.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Baggy sweats are cool to wear.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sports are fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You talk with food in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sleep with your socks on at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fished at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—-YOUR GIRL SIDE—-&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go to your mom to talk.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You consider cheerleading a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate wearing the color black.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like going to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cried watching The Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don’t like the movie Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are/were in gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It takes you around one hour to shower and get dressed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing dresses when you can.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing high heel shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You used to play with dolls as little kid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like putting make-up on others.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like being the star of everything.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Spell your first name backwards:Ecinue (cool?)&lt;br /&gt;2.Story behind your facebook display name?&lt;br /&gt;Not available yet.&lt;br /&gt;3.What month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;October.&lt;br /&gt;4.Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Damansara Perdana (PJ), HCMC (Vn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;5.Jewelry worn daily:My cross.&lt;br /&gt;6.Pillow cover right now?White with red roses.&lt;br /&gt;7.Best Friend:Samantha, Enrico, Dan, Ainsley, Quynh Anh, Hui Zen, Cheng Chee.&lt;br /&gt;8.Favorite t- shirt:Black with a skull head praying.&lt;br /&gt;9.Cologne/Perfume:Kenzo Peace, Anais Anais, Cassis.&lt;br /&gt;10.CD in stereo:Too much to list out.&lt;br /&gt;11.Piercings:Had it on ears, closed up haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;12.Wearing now:my school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;13.Wishing for:You.&lt;br /&gt;14.Wanting:you? Lame.&lt;br /&gt;15.Something you are deathly afraid of?running out of potatoes? OH NO THE HORROR AHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; 16.Do you like candles:Lavender and rose ones.&lt;br /&gt; 17.Do you like the taste of blood:Sorta. &gt;.&gt;…&lt;.&lt;…&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you believe in love:yes.&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you believe in God?Yes&lt;br /&gt; 20.What's something you wish you could understand better?life. And love.&lt;br /&gt;FASHION STUFF:21.Where is your favorite place to shop?Singapore and hong kong I guess.&lt;br /&gt;22.What is your favorite thing to wear?T shirt and jeans?&lt;br /&gt; 23.How much is the most you've ever spent on a single clothing item? 200 something.&lt;br /&gt;24.Who is the least fashionable person/people you know?Someone XD&lt;br /&gt;25.Do you match your belt with your hair color?I prefer chains than belts, but black yea.&lt;br /&gt; 26.How many pairs of shoes do you own?Around 7.&lt;br /&gt; 27.What is the worst trend you see today?uhh…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMNESS:&lt;br /&gt;28.Do you do drugs?NO.&lt;br /&gt;29.What kind of soap do you use?Palmolive?&lt;br /&gt;30.What are you listening to right now?Cassis from the GazettE&lt;br /&gt;31.Who was the last person that called you?Dad.&lt;br /&gt;32.Where do you want to get married?in a chapel.&lt;br /&gt;33.How many buddies are online right now?dunno.&lt;br /&gt;34.What are essentials in your life?family.friends.life.love.music.&lt;br /&gt;35.Do you send out holiday cards each year?nope&lt;br /&gt;36.Hair right now?Straight&lt;br /&gt;37.When was the last time you got a sunburn?last year, don’t remember when lol&lt;br /&gt;38.Things that drive you crazy?hmm, lots of em.&lt;br /&gt;39.Where are you right now?my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made out in a bathroom?hell no, you wished XD&lt;br /&gt;What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had?Lemonade ^^&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cried?yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of spiders?nope.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were so drunk you threw up?never.&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?yup.&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for this weekend?Meeting Khoa for a drink. Practise music.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a bonfire party?Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a horse?Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;What's irritating you right now?TOO MANY QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;Is cheating ever okay?No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now?yup. Monophobia from Moi dix Mois&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Chinese food?yea.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know your father's birthday?bio: 26 dec; step: 2 Jan (:&lt;br /&gt;What is the last movie you saw in theaters and with who?Yes Man with Sam, Sharon, Enrico, Calvin, Jeffrey, Darryl.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you wish was still in your life?Yes but im moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get distracted easily?no.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?went online.&lt;br /&gt;What was your childhood nickname?Unicorn, donut, fatty, uniii, you-nice. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Is it easier to forgive or forget?forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances too easily?no.Are you jealous of someone?sorta.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?a few.&lt;br /&gt;Do you flirt a lot?not a lot but yea I do.&lt;br /&gt;Would you live with someone without marrying them?yupHave you ever had a dream about people you love dying?countless times.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?My uncle’s dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever shaved in the kitchen sink?nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?yup.&lt;br /&gt;Shortest relationship?5 days.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurt?Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken someone's heart?Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Is heartbreak really as bad as it sounds?worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept naked?no XD&lt;br /&gt;2.Taken a shower with someone?yup. but like... when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed a member of the same sex?only on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove a car?nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Stole anything?yes XD&lt;br /&gt;6. Been in love?think so.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been dumped?yes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Stole money from a friend/family member?Never.&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met?yup.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight?witnessed one.&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuck out of your/someone’s house?yeap.&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?of course...&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested?nope&lt;br /&gt;14. Hugged a stranger?nope&lt;br /&gt;15.Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?of course.&lt;br /&gt;16. Left your house with out telling your parents?nope.&lt;br /&gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbour?no.&lt;br /&gt;18. Ditched school to do something more fun?nope.&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of the opposite sex?mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;20. Lost a friend?yes.&lt;br /&gt;21. Been on a plane?yeap&lt;br /&gt;22. Been to an island?yes&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept in until 3?twice. XD&lt;br /&gt;24. Love someone or miss someone right now?yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?yes.&lt;br /&gt;26. Made a snow angel?^^&lt;br /&gt;27. Played dress up?hahaha. yup.&lt;br /&gt;28. Cheated while playing a game?yes XD&lt;br /&gt;29. Been lonely?yes.&lt;br /&gt;30. Kissed more than 4 people in one night?spin the bottle? XD&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt an earthquake?yes&lt;br /&gt;33. Touched a snake?yes.&lt;br /&gt;34. Ran a red light?don’t drive XD&lt;br /&gt;35. Been suspended from school?nope XD&lt;br /&gt;36. Had detention?yup. 37. Been in a car accident?yeah like 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;38. Had a party in your house while ur parents were away?yesh XD&lt;br /&gt;39. Used a fake id?nah.40. Crawled through a window?yea XD&lt;br /&gt;41. Been lost?Yes.&lt;br /&gt;42. Been to the opposite side of the country?yup.&lt;br /&gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep?yes.&lt;br /&gt;47. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?hahaha. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue?yes ^^&lt;br /&gt;50. Kissed in the rain?I would love to.&lt;br /&gt;51. Sang in the shower?mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;52. Made love in a park?nope. Virgin alert.&lt;br /&gt;53. Had a dream that you married someone?yes.&lt;br /&gt;54. Glued your hand to something?its being asked before…&lt;br /&gt;55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?wut de?&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever gone to school partialy naked?you wished XD&lt;br /&gt;57. Ever been a cheerleader?nope.&lt;br /&gt;58. Had more than ten boy/girl friends?no.&lt;br /&gt;59. Didn't take a shower for a week?no XD&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies?no. those are my favourites (:&lt;br /&gt;61. Played chicken?yes&lt;br /&gt;62. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?YES.&lt;br /&gt;63. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger?yup.&lt;br /&gt;64. Broken a bone?nope.&lt;br /&gt;65. Been easily amused?yeap&lt;br /&gt;66. Laugh so hard you cry? yes&lt;br /&gt;67. Mooned/flashed someone?=.= nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Cheated on a test?of course. =P&lt;br /&gt;69. Forgotten someone's name?mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;71. Done something dumb while drunk?nope.&lt;br /&gt;73. Blacked out from drinking?nah.&lt;br /&gt;74. Played a prank on someone?yes&lt;br /&gt;75. Gone to a late night movie?uhuh&lt;br /&gt;76. Made love to anything not human?Hahhahahahhaha…… internal jokes….. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;77. Failed a class?more like a subject XD&lt;br /&gt;78. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat?uhuh&lt;br /&gt;80. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend?never.&lt;br /&gt;81. Celebrate the 4th of July?nope.&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown strange objects?yea, an egg at someone XD&lt;br /&gt;83. Felt like killing someone?yes.&lt;br /&gt;84. Thought about running away?yes.&lt;br /&gt;86. Got a piercing?yea&lt;br /&gt;87. Cut your own hair?msot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;89. Made a parent cry?yes. and I feel guilty for that.&lt;br /&gt;90. Cried over someone?yes&lt;br /&gt;91. Owned more than 5 sharpies?huh?&lt;br /&gt;92. Dated someone more than once?yea.&lt;br /&gt;93. Had/Have a dog?had 2. XD&lt;br /&gt;94. Have a cell?yup&lt;br /&gt;95. Smoked a cigarette?never.&lt;br /&gt;96. Been in a band?yes.&lt;br /&gt;97. Drank 25 sodas in a day?No.&lt;br /&gt;98. Broken a CD?yes&lt;br /&gt;99. Shot a gun?yes.&lt;br /&gt;100. Wanted someone but could never have them?Yes.&lt;br /&gt;--x--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL LOTTA QUESTIONS ISN'T IT? ARGHHHHHHHHHH......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-1574668127327360492?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1574668127327360492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=1574668127327360492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1574668127327360492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1574668127327360492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-7420336472021005761</id><published>2009-01-12T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:26:44.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie mode.</title><content type='html'>"So, how was first day of Term 3?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWtaDaouuzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ru6NdxQP7aQ/s1600-h/tired2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290421202013043506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWtaDaouuzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ru6NdxQP7aQ/s400/tired2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teachers look dead. Students look dead. Janitors look dead too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of school is typical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dead man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bus. *looking dead*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking into the school. *zombies everywhere*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sees friends, "hi." *waves, drops dead*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goes to class, "hi miss collins, how was your holidays?" 'Oh, great." *zombie looking*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During class, "let's hear from some of the book reviews." *blank stare at students*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class, "go have your break." *zombie mode again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch, "im not eating school lunches again. haha...haha...ha." *zombies*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class again. *all falls dead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's over. *snoring sounds being heard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally said: "First day of school is exciting! I cant wait to see my friends again! New assignments too! New day, new start! I'M READY!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our version: "Err..... yay?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-7420336472021005761?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7420336472021005761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=7420336472021005761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7420336472021005761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7420336472021005761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/zombie-mode.html' title='Zombie mode.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWtaDaouuzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ru6NdxQP7aQ/s72-c/tired2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2843075896620569692</id><published>2009-01-11T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:14:23.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>It's been so long that I've known myself,&lt;br /&gt;Each minute passes as eternity,&lt;br /&gt;I wither like a rose,&lt;br /&gt;Yet never to be revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death seduces me continuously,&lt;br /&gt;I cry for someone to save me,&lt;br /&gt;Only to know that everyone -&lt;br /&gt;Owes death a wish in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle helplessly.....&lt;br /&gt;I scream in agony.....&lt;br /&gt;To fall deeper and deeper....&lt;br /&gt;Never to be found and understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't question why of this,&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why we all stumble,&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up... Letting go....&lt;br /&gt;And give in to my fate, my end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2843075896620569692?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2843075896620569692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2843075896620569692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2843075896620569692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2843075896620569692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/end.html' title='End'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-7035734578916947414</id><published>2009-01-10T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:03:55.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nay....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWjDGbfrFzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Tir1g5ai7l0/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692277573883698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWjDGbfrFzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Tir1g5ai7l0/s400/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New fringe. Permanently straightened. This freaking hair costed around 1.4 million dong = Rm 300+. Holy crap right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted Hizaki's but nah. Mum said I'll look like crap so yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's just so blah-ish. I was wondering if I could just lie down and sleep and dream and never to wake up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished everything would turn out the way I wanted it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished I could be whoever I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could wish about anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I understood everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could own a certain someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But oh what the heck, I'm born in the reality world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-7035734578916947414?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7035734578916947414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=7035734578916947414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7035734578916947414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7035734578916947414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/nay.html' title='Nay....'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWjDGbfrFzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Tir1g5ai7l0/s72-c/DSC00697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6614282647468381098</id><published>2009-01-08T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:48:24.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Boredom + Tribute to sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, holidays can be a little too much but somehow, I enjoy the boredom. Mum goes out working and I'll stay at home and cook breakfast, lunch, dinner. If necessary I'll have to go across the road to the supermarket and get stuff. Meanwhile, I could go online, watch TV, sing out loud, keep composing music, be fat, and .... do my hair. o_O Like wtf right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWbTKC06AqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/97gbG29gXZo/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289146981904155298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWbTKC06AqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/97gbG29gXZo/s400/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So awesome right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289147473442098002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWbTmp8ry1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/XSvNmgy2TyY/s400/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More awesomeness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289148178611128578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWbUPs6FSQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ay7bJBqPZFA/s400/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally a poser-ish one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150613626223554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWbWdcC6-8I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HMzHvuV2Kcg/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss you, twin sister. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6614282647468381098?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6614282647468381098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6614282647468381098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6614282647468381098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6614282647468381098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-boredom-tribute-to-sister.html' title='Holiday Boredom + Tribute to sister.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWbTKC06AqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/97gbG29gXZo/s72-c/DSC00627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6652829690883118957</id><published>2009-01-07T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:13:14.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never realized how long my fringe really was until I (temporarily) straightened it today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty long and awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWDiduMgFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XrHNHSHIFv4/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288777965533691986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWDiduMgFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XrHNHSHIFv4/s400/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288778165625419106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWDuHHx9WI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lB1nZbaM0d4/s400/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for the sake of my long fringe I'll have to clip it up when I go to school or my mum would start shrieking at me :" I'm going to cut that fringe! You see la, don't know how to groom yourself! Really have to send you to etiquette classes! Your fringe so annoying ah! OMG!" Something like that and because I love my fringe so much, I'll have to make some sacrifices and here's what I look like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288778532607238322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWEDePEILI/AAAAAAAAAPo/I9h_3UUrakg/s400/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288779326259911154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWExq0m2fI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sTvKwflxqVI/s400/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woot bunny! Oh and thanks for the bunny thing, Rico. My cousins and I had fun with it and no, it's not what youre thinking so slap yourself. &gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288780763811607506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWGFWHo89I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rki3DD8_bBY/s400/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's one where you can't see my face. Ignore the idiotic pose plox thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--x--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love potatoes. It's awesome. Have some today (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288784134046301698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWJJhONPgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zoRgo59eBqs/s400/potatoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While looking up on potatoes, I've discovered this band &gt; The Gay Potatoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288784539404317666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWJhHTFs-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/FrSlw9z9pUo/s400/potatoes4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wtf? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6652829690883118957?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6652829690883118957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6652829690883118957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6652829690883118957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6652829690883118957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh.html' title='OH......'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWWDiduMgFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XrHNHSHIFv4/s72-c/DSC00539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-8924424180839143526</id><published>2009-01-07T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:21:21.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG SAY WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWS_IIG6pYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_C68jsF8qp8/s1600-h/shocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288562008776156546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWS_IIG6pYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_C68jsF8qp8/s400/shocked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288562549492938946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWS_nmb1-MI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WC0vx0H8s3I/s400/shocked-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288563278446705202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWTASB_9ujI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zsQGGGPr5nk/s400/kids+omg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea you're probably wondering whether I look as retarded as they are now and yea, bingo. You're probably wondering why are you reading this crappy post and all but you know what? I'll go straight to the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum's sending me to etiquette classes during summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wah.... you so tomboy nobody wants you lah. I'm gonna send you to etiquette classes. Like that how to pick up rich guys woh? I put my whole life investment in you so you better find a rich &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy. ..... Handsome also ok?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIKE HELL I CARE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"OMG LOOK AT HOW YOU EAT YOUR FOOD!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I eat like Marie Antoinette at some fabulous dinner tables, she doesn't complaint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At home, she complaints like a broken record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, it's called HOME for a reason right? Where you get cozy and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"OMG see? You soooooo fat. First thing they'll tell you in etiquette class is to slim down. To look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good, you know lah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE BEING A BIG FAT PIG. YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't mind going, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not that I hate it or what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll be interesting to behave like a Marie Antoinette once in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's the thing about marrying rich, handsome guys, blahblahblah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Instead of getting a Porche at the age of 35, you might get it like when you're 20."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;By the time I'm 35, Porche(s) might be out of fashion. Sides, I like the VW."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh....Yea..... Get a futuristic car lah. Like you know, all the cool cars."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;faints*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH SO THAT'S WHY SHE'S SENDING ME TO ETIQUETTE CLASSES?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--x--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You believed that I could be stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't promise you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will commit to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You believed in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(You know who you are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for your support Samantha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WUV YOU SO MUCH XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BFF &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for others, I thank you all who have supported me thoughout this shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though there weren't many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I painted my nails black =^.^= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-8924424180839143526?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8924424180839143526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=8924424180839143526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/8924424180839143526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/8924424180839143526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-say-what.html' title='OMG SAY WHAT?!'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWS_IIG6pYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_C68jsF8qp8/s72-c/shocked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-5171896454918292856</id><published>2009-01-06T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:45:24.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Post ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQgPCGLqfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-buFXUTFank/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288387305072732658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQgPCGLqfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-buFXUTFank/s400/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wake up sleepy head. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288387428387044786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQgWNemvbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N5gZanow3v4/s400/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shut up... I wanna sleep some more... *grunts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288387628046834258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQgh1RNWlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/i9ryEpfPx0I/s400/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright.... I'll get up. *unsatisfied*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288387869476990914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQgv4qpL8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/5F2qwaw9aCY/s400/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ze messy hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288388109041064642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQg91HK2sI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wz43-lvbg2E/s400/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More messy hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288388490049878642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQhUAev-nI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1xx7-DPhd2c/s400/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Half awake*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288388721520521586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQhhexpsXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WsMclmCjmUw/s400/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Morning =^.^=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288390678809751938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQjTaPxMYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UrUhgu-2le4/s400/2ce94916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG LOOK IT'S REITA WITH MUSCLES~ *whistles* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know you want him but HE'S MINE &gt;=) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think Blogger's gone bonkers. I posted it today (7/1/2009) but it says (6/1/2009).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, g'morning ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-5171896454918292856?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/5171896454918292856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=5171896454918292856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5171896454918292856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5171896454918292856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning-post.html' title='Morning Post ~'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWQgPCGLqfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-buFXUTFank/s72-c/DSC00458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-5368993036113457389</id><published>2009-01-06T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:54:37.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawaii mode - Switched on ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMYLsjB-DI/AAAAAAAAANg/O0cGWlEZMPM/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288096976678811698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMYLsjB-DI/AAAAAAAAANg/O0cGWlEZMPM/s400/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm bored and I had the urge to be kawaii today. Yes I know weird, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am so fucking obviously-inserts everything negative here- NOT kawaii. But I tried.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, blame me for being selfless. Im aweshome so hail me &gt;=) Here's some poserish pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMXKKWcK2I/AAAAAAAAANY/5t4bHlXzsKs/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288095850807700322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMXKKWcK2I/AAAAAAAAANY/5t4bHlXzsKs/s400/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BOO I'm cryin' *waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMWcrV0i3I/AAAAAAAAANA/Gk8YWmq0CEM/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288095069389491058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMWcrV0i3I/AAAAAAAAANA/Gk8YWmq0CEM/s400/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WTF? Yea im smexay XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMWO_mEADI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3F2TAaXmTro/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288094834308153394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMWO_mEADI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3F2TAaXmTro/s400/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wondering ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---x---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now back to normal (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288097209292316034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMYZPGaXYI/AAAAAAAAANo/IYhvIlMsGS8/s400/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288097764957353778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMY5lHR9zI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ex_mJ88-BM8/s400/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know ... I know... I'm awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said: HAIL ME. &gt;.&gt; .... &lt;.&lt; ..... T__T.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU CAN"T DENY RUKI!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288098893582295282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMZ7Rkb4PI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Nrsh-8mftus/s400/6af5imf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drools*......*wipes off saliva* ...... omg...... *drools*...... *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IM STILL FUCKNG AWESOME &gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-5368993036113457389?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/5368993036113457389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=5368993036113457389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5368993036113457389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5368993036113457389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/kawaii-mode-switched-on.html' title='Kawaii mode - Switched on ~'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SWMYLsjB-DI/AAAAAAAAANg/O0cGWlEZMPM/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-579822054373014469</id><published>2009-01-05T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:33:06.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusionary Death</title><content type='html'>I fear something&lt;br /&gt;And I run&lt;br /&gt;But what is it that I am fearful of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is a regular dose&lt;br /&gt;Not that I choose to&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've left my roses to wither&lt;br /&gt;My blood to dry&lt;br /&gt;Yet tears would never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sadness I feel&lt;br /&gt;Is beyond what you think&lt;br /&gt;But still.... what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learn to die&lt;br /&gt;And to be reborn again&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize I still remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;But to only feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just to mend my heart over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would remain silent&lt;br /&gt;To the cruelty of this&lt;br /&gt;And I shall wait 'til I die again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--x--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ごめんなさい, でも....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-579822054373014469?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/579822054373014469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=579822054373014469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/579822054373014469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/579822054373014469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/illusionary-death.html' title='Illusionary Death'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-8568018648460711862</id><published>2009-01-04T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:15:32.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;You've shook me enough.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;But what is it that I'm getting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, my hardest love.&lt;br /&gt;Your silence has broken me into,&lt;br /&gt;Pieces, I say.&lt;br /&gt;I say, pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is about,&lt;br /&gt;the sweetness of words.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather choose silence.&lt;br /&gt;To show you how much I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all has fallen, fallen.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could fix it again.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen, shattered.&lt;br /&gt;It's solution could only be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--x--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough loving you.&lt;br /&gt;When are you mending me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-8568018648460711862?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8568018648460711862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=8568018648460711862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/8568018648460711862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/8568018648460711862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-really-dumb-you-fucking-idiot.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6350734863593210711</id><published>2008-12-08T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:03:28.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Roses and Blood.</title><content type='html'>I have a thousand reasons to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;But I would rather use only one reason to love you.&lt;br /&gt;I still hate you.&lt;br /&gt;But all I could think of was how I used to see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I would smile.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Had once loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Learning that blood flows through us.&lt;br /&gt;Without it we would perish.&lt;br /&gt;I once thought, you are as important.&lt;br /&gt;'Til this day, you still are.&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the air.&lt;br /&gt;As to me, you are like the air.&lt;br /&gt;It's neither lust or greed.&lt;br /&gt;I just love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;So much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;But all I could do is wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wait and bleed.&lt;br /&gt;And bleed.&lt;br /&gt;I count the roses I buy each day.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing each one would wither.&lt;br /&gt;And leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I cry for them.&lt;br /&gt;For they are as beautiful as one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;As pure as the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, as petrifying as a wolf's cry.&lt;br /&gt;I see that in them.&lt;br /&gt;And I cry for them.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that they would never leave.&lt;br /&gt;To stay by my side, lingering.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't understand the means of love.&lt;br /&gt;As simple as it would seem.&lt;br /&gt;Explanation has never been made.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye roses and blood.&lt;br /&gt;I truly treasured you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hope for much.&lt;br /&gt;Except, to remember me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;The roses and blood were only meant for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6350734863593210711?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6350734863593210711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6350734863593210711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6350734863593210711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6350734863593210711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-roses-and-blood.html' title='Goodbye Roses and Blood.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-1229994172809026810</id><published>2008-12-01T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:10:11.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN *out of breath* *gasp*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STPC4vKuySI/AAAAAAAAAMY/55xWCbjyfqQ/s1600-h/DSC06367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274773868570921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STPC4vKuySI/AAAAAAAAAMY/55xWCbjyfqQ/s400/DSC06367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STPBUn58rCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_rafGMmvdF4/s1600-h/DSC06366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274772148634561570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STPBUn58rCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_rafGMmvdF4/s400/DSC06366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STPAW2MPczI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WFIJtJ9OqiQ/s1600-h/DSC06365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274771087317496626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STPAW2MPczI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WFIJtJ9OqiQ/s400/DSC06365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STO_xTLOkbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8lyzr8uRFOQ/s1600-h/DSC06368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274770442262843826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STO_xTLOkbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8lyzr8uRFOQ/s400/DSC06368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fuggin miss ya buddy ^^ Spongebob and Patrick duo~ woot, never dies =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDANDAN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-1229994172809026810?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/STPC4vKuySI/AAAAAAAAAMY/55xWCbjyfqQ/s72-c/DSC06367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3719314766394635553</id><published>2008-11-30T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:44:50.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Me, I must be nuts.</title><content type='html'>So this is how I've been feeling for the past 2 weeks til now, not? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Of Suburbia"&lt;br /&gt;[Part 1]&lt;br /&gt;I'm the son of rage and love&lt;br /&gt;The Jesus of Suburbia&lt;br /&gt;From the bible of none of the above&lt;br /&gt;On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin&lt;br /&gt;No one ever died for my sins in hell&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can tell&lt;br /&gt;At least the ones I got away with&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;This is how I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;In a land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;That don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix&lt;br /&gt;The living room or my private womb&lt;br /&gt;While the moms and brads are away&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love and fall in debt&lt;br /&gt;To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;This is how I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;In a land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;That don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 2: City Of The Damned]&lt;br /&gt;At the center of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Of the 7-11 where I was taught&lt;br /&gt;The motto was just a lie&lt;br /&gt;It says home is where your heart is&lt;br /&gt;But what a shame&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone's heart&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't beat the same&lt;br /&gt;It's beating out of time&lt;br /&gt;City of the dead&lt;br /&gt;At the end of another lost highway&lt;br /&gt;Signs misleading to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;City of the damned&lt;br /&gt;Lost children with dirty faces today&lt;br /&gt;No one really seems to care&lt;br /&gt;I read the graffitiIn the bathroom stall&lt;br /&gt;Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;And so it seemed to confess&lt;br /&gt;It didn't say much&lt;br /&gt;But it only confirmed that&lt;br /&gt;The center of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Is the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;And I could really care less&lt;br /&gt;City of the dead&lt;br /&gt;At the end of another lost highway&lt;br /&gt;Signs misleading to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;City of the damned&lt;br /&gt;Lost children with dirty faces today&lt;br /&gt;No one really seems to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 3: I don't care]&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't care[x4]&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so full of shit&lt;br /&gt;Born and raised by hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;Hearts recycled but never saved&lt;br /&gt;From the cradle to the grave&lt;br /&gt;We are the kids of war and peace&lt;br /&gt;From Anaheim to the middle east&lt;br /&gt;We are the stories and disciples&lt;br /&gt;Of the Jesus of suburbia&lt;br /&gt;Land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;That don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care!I don't care! [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 4: Dearly beloved]&lt;br /&gt;Dearly beloved are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]&lt;br /&gt;To live and not to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Is to die In tragedy&lt;br /&gt;To run, to run away&lt;br /&gt;To find what you believe&lt;br /&gt;And I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;This hurricane of fucking lies&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith to this&lt;br /&gt;This town that don't exist&lt;br /&gt;So I runI run away&lt;br /&gt;To the light of masochist&lt;br /&gt;And I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;This hurricane of fucking lies&lt;br /&gt;And I walked this line&lt;br /&gt;A million and one fucking times&lt;br /&gt;But not this time&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any shame&lt;br /&gt;I won't apologize&lt;br /&gt;When there ain't nowhere you can go&lt;br /&gt;Running away from pain&lt;br /&gt;When you've been victimized&lt;br /&gt;Tales from another broken home&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving...&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving...&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving...&lt;br /&gt;Ah you're leaving home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still doesn't make much sense to you? Yea, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so demented that I don't even know what the hell am I talking about. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3719314766394635553?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3719314766394635553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3719314766394635553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3719314766394635553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3719314766394635553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck-me-i-must-be-nuts.html' title='Fuck Me, I must be nuts.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3327371828119183041</id><published>2008-10-15T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:07:03.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Rose et la Croix [ The Rose and The Cross ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SPYhAPcm2EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZkO8NsSEK4E/s1600-h/xxd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257425903031867458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SPYhAPcm2EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZkO8NsSEK4E/s400/xxd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Du chaudron bouillonnant de mes malheurs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Où doux et salé et l'amertume que j'ai jetée ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Où la musique charméa rassemblé de ma langue, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et où j'ai enchaîné des archipels étranges D'étoiles tombées ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;où la passion ardentecoule UN bitume curieux ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;où parmi Le pot-pourri luisant est déplacé l'air méconnu D'amour parfait : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a grandi de là la Rose Mystique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ses pétales de myriade de divisé allument ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ses partirs de l'émeraude la plus rayonnante ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son coeur de feu aime les rubis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A la vue j'ai élevé mon coeur à Dieu et appelé : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comment arracherai-t-je ce rêve de mon désir ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et voilà ! lui-même est formé là la Croix de Feu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of the seething cauldron of my woes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where charmed music gathered from my tongue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where I chained strange archipelagoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of fallen stars; where fiery passion flows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A curious bitumen; where among&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The glowing medley moved the tune unsung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of perfect love: thence grew the Mystic Rose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its myriad petals of divided light;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its leaves of the most radiant emerald;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lifted up my heart to God and called: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How shall I pluck this dream of my desire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3327371828119183041?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3327371828119183041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3327371828119183041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3327371828119183041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3327371828119183041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-rose-et-la-croix-rose-and-cross.html' title='La Rose et la Croix [ The Rose and The Cross ]'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SPYhAPcm2EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZkO8NsSEK4E/s72-c/xxd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-7084186468178723570</id><published>2008-09-30T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:50:11.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED! (wow)</title><content type='html'>ZOMFGWTFBARBIEANDKEN im actually tagged again.... in AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Enrico echo gecko wrecko whatever-cko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and him?&lt;br /&gt;- Flends la *saliva slurts out* ... wat u thinkin'? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her/him.&lt;br /&gt;- Friendly, awesome, deep thinking, mature, fun ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you.&lt;br /&gt;- Invited me to his birthday hangout. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she have said to you.&lt;br /&gt;- I just feel... numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If she/he becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- Love him back? D'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she/he becomes your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll go on a depression diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she/he becomes your lover, she/he has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;- Improve on liking porcelain dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she/he becomes your enemy, the reason is?&lt;br /&gt;- Go ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most desirebly thing to do on him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;- Err, glomp him and then choke him? yeah XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The overall impression of him is?&lt;br /&gt;- *Aweshooomenessssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How do you think the people around will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Go ask them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;- Being a narcissist &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;- Selfless (somtimes) 'til I get backstabbed. woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?&lt;br /&gt;- ME, as I said, I'm a narcissist &gt;:D nyeh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;- You guys have good taste XD you guys rock \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PEOPLE TO TAG :&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Yi Jun&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Chee (if you still use your blog)&lt;br /&gt;Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Re-Enrico&lt;br /&gt;Calvin (if he reads my blog)&lt;br /&gt;Zi Kuang (if he does as well)&lt;br /&gt;Joel (dead blog, hope he visits)&lt;br /&gt;Whoever's reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever's reading this as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Some guy that I don't know? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.3 a female or a male?&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Chee = CC = Sissy = ?&lt;br /&gt;I call that procedure - Transformation B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 and no.10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Zi Kuang and whoever that's reading this? Yo whoever who's reading this, would it be a good thing? Answer me! ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.5 and no.8?&lt;br /&gt;No.1: they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;No.2: they are straight. no trannies.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;She sits next to me in class, what do you think?! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Btw, if no.4's reading this, update me la ~ for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about no.6.&lt;br /&gt;Err... a member of Siren and a cool kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-7084186468178723570?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7084186468178723570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=7084186468178723570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7084186468178723570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7084186468178723570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-wow.html' title='TAGGED! (wow)'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-1733645864768248543</id><published>2008-09-21T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:13:42.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Breath (#2)</title><content type='html'>red car is coming to your house tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will hear him breathing heavily at your window :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lovely Dan i love you he quotes silently to himself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden he hears a loud crazy ragged breath behind him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turns slowly holding his breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there stands this wild girl , the wind blowing her hair around like a rag doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she draws another ragged breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sense the passion in the air once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this all seems too familar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remembered my time in the room with no doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the passion in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am brought back into the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly remembering where i am and who is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to slowly step around the aroused girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this only encouraged her to edge furthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the hard wooden window frame pressing into my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts flickered to dan, sleeping beautifully in her dark room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wild girl leaned in towards me her eyes searching deep within mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to run...to scream.....to look away but her eyes held mine to hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt something warm and wet running down my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had wet my pants.......again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was only inches away from my face now her lips puckering out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the burning sensation came up my throat i couldnt stop it this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the putrid vomit went flying out of my mouth onto her excited face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared at her shocked and revoulted at the smell then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without warning i ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran as fast as i can, not looking back once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i climbed back through my window and slumped onto my bed, out of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt the hot ragged breath on my neck again and realized i wasn't alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to the hot sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blazing down on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked around and found myself surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids ranging from toddlers to teenagers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all had that same wild hair that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemed so oddly familar.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-1733645864768248543?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1733645864768248543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=1733645864768248543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1733645864768248543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1733645864768248543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-of-breath-2.html' title='Out of Breath (#2)'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-534215736433703147</id><published>2008-09-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:56:00.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SM0zRVjMztI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1LYQI__41KM/s1600-h/betrayed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245905513892073170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SM0zRVjMztI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1LYQI__41KM/s400/betrayed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Played out, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it was true...&lt;br /&gt;Neither assumed it was unfair,&lt;br /&gt;but things can be so wrong sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, like you.&lt;br /&gt;You toyed me,&lt;br /&gt;and abused me.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to your lovely friend,&lt;br /&gt;we're now strangers again,&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be on war again.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;Little buddy wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-534215736433703147?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/534215736433703147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=534215736433703147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/534215736433703147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/534215736433703147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/times-out.html' title='Time&apos;s out.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SM0zRVjMztI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1LYQI__41KM/s72-c/betrayed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6494598669099324401</id><published>2008-09-09T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:29:33.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahthorned :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SMaWOUDGv0I/AAAAAAAAAII/tTY-OijwNOw/s1600-h/Blah_Blah_Blah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244043988763590466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SMaWOUDGv0I/AAAAAAAAAII/tTY-OijwNOw/s400/Blah_Blah_Blah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6494598669099324401?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6494598669099324401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6494598669099324401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6494598669099324401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6494598669099324401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/blahthorned.html' title='Blahthorned :)'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SMaWOUDGv0I/AAAAAAAAAII/tTY-OijwNOw/s72-c/Blah_Blah_Blah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3619942139362909499</id><published>2008-09-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:09:13.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forêt noire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SMACFRhTHoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-MLShgUX7-s/s1600-h/37910632_gothicglowcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242192255884926594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SMACFRhTHoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-MLShgUX7-s/s400/37910632_gothicglowcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hail the beauty of its rarest arrogance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sing the melody of its silent whispers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beneath the still water, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lays the body of the forest's bloody mistress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She once sang to her land: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let the flowers bloom in the meadows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but never again let it all die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For it breaks my heart so dear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it craves the living out of my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Indeed her desires came true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The lake took her in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;buried its mistress under deep layers of water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To sleep forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never to be awaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Neither did her life be lived by innocence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;neither would she have known....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pretty flowers were long gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3619942139362909499?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3619942139362909499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3619942139362909499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3619942139362909499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3619942139362909499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/fort-noire.html' title='Forêt noire'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SMACFRhTHoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-MLShgUX7-s/s72-c/37910632_gothicglowcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2320943623568387858</id><published>2008-08-30T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:34:23.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Prisoner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLmD9HeS3aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xhN0_7p6aaQ/s1600-h/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240364727423655330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLmD9HeS3aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xhN0_7p6aaQ/s400/silence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was caught in a triangle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;released by a double conformation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let her lips be sealed by fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as nothing is supposed to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2320943623568387858?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2320943623568387858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2320943623568387858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2320943623568387858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2320943623568387858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/silent-prisoner.html' title='Silent Prisoner'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLmD9HeS3aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xhN0_7p6aaQ/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-4580342082050971415</id><published>2008-08-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:05:41.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLbEt4wJ4MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8aubq5NhGps/s1600-h/DSC06268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239591509099667650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLbEt4wJ4MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8aubq5NhGps/s400/DSC06268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this fine sunny afternoon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a fabulous day to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239592423439549586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLbFjG7xRJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HIJnK1kT0h4/s400/DSC06270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I hadn't been standing on the 7th floor,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and feeling that....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Something is terribly wrong...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It might have been the best afternoon I had alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Phuoc is... or perhaps... was my next door neighbour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First kid I knew from AIS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wished I had the chance to talk to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But we never did...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wished I knew that he wanted to do the same when Phuong Anh told me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wished I knew the reason he didn't do so earlier... NOT TODAY AFTER HE'S DEAD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why did you have to be so stupid and jumped off the top floor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I would've wanted to treat you as a little brother if you talked to me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But most of all... why didn't you tell me you liked me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And  I only found out the truth from Anh after you're dead?!!!?!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I would've loved you as a brother.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why does the truth only appears after tragedies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;R.I.P Le Phuoc Thanh (1995 - 2008)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope you would be at peace, my silent, gentleman friend. I miss you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-4580342082050971415?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4580342082050971415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=4580342082050971415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4580342082050971415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4580342082050971415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-fine-sunny-day.html' title='One Fine Sunny Day'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLbEt4wJ4MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8aubq5NhGps/s72-c/DSC06268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6124541319330785123</id><published>2008-08-25T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:35:36.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLLdtdueN2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xt3LQ90Gv3s/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238493089728706402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLLdtdueN2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xt3LQ90Gv3s/s400/chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Empty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Empty....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the light shine through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sees nothing in between,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only that sad little girl with a frowning face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hugging her ragged teddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing away in the melancholic voice she always owned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6124541319330785123?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6124541319330785123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6124541319330785123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6124541319330785123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6124541319330785123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLLdtdueN2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xt3LQ90Gv3s/s72-c/chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2677428879051491368</id><published>2008-08-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:09:12.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLBDz-XcjPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PAYMQ9Pgde8/s1600-h/robot-love-4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237760926825614578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLBDz-XcjPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PAYMQ9Pgde8/s400/robot-love-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, you do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2677428879051491368?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2677428879051491368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2677428879051491368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2677428879051491368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2677428879051491368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/robots.html' title='Robots :)'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SLBDz-XcjPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PAYMQ9Pgde8/s72-c/robot-love-4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-5571497400108853001</id><published>2008-08-23T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:39:01.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Heavily</title><content type='html'>I looked out the window, the sun was setting at 1.03 seconds. I heard an animal breathing heavily behind me. I turned around and looked into her icy cold eyes,  I could see passion burning in her eyes. I looked around and could find no doors. I find myself breathing heavily too. She must have mistaken it for the intense heat of passion. She walked towards me and I wet my pants. Suddenly, everything went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to find a dozen of kids running around me. They looked like me... And HER!!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a "story" Dan, Ainsley and I wrote during HSIE for Chinese Whispers. Damn. The result after that was hilarious. People have mistaken "doors" for "dog", things like "the kid kissed the dog" were present too, except there was nothing like that in the story. Oh well, I guess that's why we have Myths and Legends nowadays. People really have to clear their ears once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging them previously Dan ad Ainsley. Internet problems XD So there you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xan ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-5571497400108853001?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/5571497400108853001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=5571497400108853001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5571497400108853001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5571497400108853001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/breathing-heavily.html' title='Breathing Heavily'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3236404949976487540</id><published>2008-08-18T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:31:20.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Mervyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKmu1lEZeYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3ktVF07XMlc/s1600-h/DSC06148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235908277301770626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="438" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKmu1lEZeYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3ktVF07XMlc/s400/DSC06148.JPG" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the best friends I've had and still have, Master Mervyn is my best friend ever and I mean BEST FRIEND EVER. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why Master?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Master saved my life. ^^ oooo... like HOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved me like no one ever could &gt;.~ and Eunice feels the same too ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and HOW reminds me of Mervyn How. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now HOW the hell did it get there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalalallalalalalalla~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Master cannot sing well, but he's a great consoler ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Master is the God on guitar!!! He promised to play Cherry Blossom Times for me ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Master is the one and only Master Eunice had and will have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, M.E.X.R. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish that fate hadn't come in our way. But alas, who could CONTROL fate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Master and always will ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Master FLYs , Eunice would FLY too. &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;Eunice flows with Master :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3236404949976487540?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3236404949976487540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3236404949976487540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3236404949976487540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3236404949976487540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/master-mervyn.html' title='Master Mervyn'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKmu1lEZeYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3ktVF07XMlc/s72-c/DSC06148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-126865949302124182</id><published>2008-08-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:07:54.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKhLfFIC0MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/m8pgbAQirs8/s1600-h/2141466595_c984f5f656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235517564142145730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKhLfFIC0MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/m8pgbAQirs8/s400/2141466595_c984f5f656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No words could be said anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Forget it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget Me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I don't come in use anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone is always there to replace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A better 'someone'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I apologize my uselessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-126865949302124182?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/126865949302124182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=126865949302124182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/126865949302124182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/126865949302124182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKhLfFIC0MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/m8pgbAQirs8/s72-c/2141466595_c984f5f656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-4942380226467443002</id><published>2008-08-16T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:37:16.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKcgq3VlQBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KUEC9W97esk/s1600-h/vector_grunge_21.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235189012622557202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKcgq3VlQBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KUEC9W97esk/s400/vector_grunge_21.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escape the Fate - Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurtful words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From my enemies of the last five years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's it like to die alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How does it feel when tears freeze,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The blood in your veins is twenty below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something I cannot forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take this down a notch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crash my car through your window,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make sure you're still alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just in time to kill you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something I cannot forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't take this (take) anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't take this (take) anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't take this (take) anymore(I cannot feel what you've done to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't take this (take) anymore(What you've done to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take this down a notch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crash my car through your window,(Window)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something I cannot forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lies Lies Lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say Goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't Listen To Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-4942380226467443002?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4942380226467443002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=4942380226467443002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4942380226467443002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4942380226467443002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKcgq3VlQBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KUEC9W97esk/s72-c/vector_grunge_21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-5396509518617442068</id><published>2008-08-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:06:31.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting in Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKWpIa4K-fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1n4Pu2BxkJk/s1600-h/I%60m_here_for_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234776104007039474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKWpIa4K-fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1n4Pu2BxkJk/s400/I%60m_here_for_you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm here for you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you listening?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-5396509518617442068?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/5396509518617442068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=5396509518617442068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5396509518617442068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5396509518617442068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/waiting-in-silence.html' title='Waiting in Silence'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SKWpIa4K-fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1n4Pu2BxkJk/s72-c/I%60m_here_for_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-1633139772070846732</id><published>2008-08-10T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:30:25.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey~</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Master Mervyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your ideal boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Himself.&lt;br /&gt;2. Knows what to do in a certain situation.&lt;br /&gt;3. At least some knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;4. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Likes music.&lt;br /&gt;6. Secretive.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;8. Loves me for who Eunice is.&lt;br /&gt;9. Honest&lt;br /&gt;10. Good Morality.&lt;br /&gt;11. Loving.&lt;br /&gt;12. Careful.&lt;br /&gt;13. Treats Eunice right.&lt;br /&gt;14. Into serious relationships.&lt;br /&gt;15. Trusty.&lt;br /&gt;16. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;17. Mature.&lt;br /&gt;18. Have a sense of seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;19. Loves poetry.&lt;br /&gt;20. Doesn't mind Eunice liking broken porcelain dolls.&lt;br /&gt;21~ Doesn't hurt Eunice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-100: I don't care as long as Eunice loves him and he loves Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music.&lt;br /&gt;2. Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mysteriousness.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dark places.&lt;br /&gt;5. Originality.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;7. Silence.&lt;br /&gt;8. Broken Porcelain dolls.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cooking.&lt;br /&gt;10. Broken teddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 most important points in the chosen factor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Serious about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;2. Non-Heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;3. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sensible.&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;7. Music.&lt;br /&gt;8. Loving.&lt;br /&gt;9. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;10. Broken Teddies and Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags:&lt;br /&gt;1. Re-Master&lt;br /&gt;2. Dan&lt;br /&gt;3. Enrico&lt;br /&gt;4. Anyone who sees it&lt;br /&gt;5. Anyone who wants to do it ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-1633139772070846732?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1633139772070846732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=1633139772070846732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1633139772070846732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1633139772070846732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/survey.html' title='Survey~'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3982759604346440218</id><published>2008-08-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:08:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mervyn, thank you ah, I took your advice and I'm able to write Jawi now!&lt;br /&gt;All hail SIFU, ALL HAILLL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrrhhhh!!!!!!!! Suckz to my internet. Shitlink!!!! SHIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've DC-ed like a million times. Oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;Countless times.&lt;br /&gt;I understand Shitlink does the same job as Shitmyx.&lt;br /&gt;Respect it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine la I owe you pasta, Latte also no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont judge me like a book. Judge me like im that guy who gets locked up in prison cells . Then breaks out with the tattoo on his body," Mervyn says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisonbreak?&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wanna go out with you too~&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to plan k?&lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome on the piano?? Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Singing is fabulous?? Er... Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Godlike on the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;... WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar Liar Pants On Fire! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the songs to me la! Dear ah, you promised to play Cherry Blossom Time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salams back. WAH SAH LAI MOH LAI KUM AH~~~~&lt;br /&gt;And yea, eat mamak food, it's better =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3982759604346440218?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3982759604346440218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3982759604346440218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3982759604346440218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3982759604346440218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/mervyn-thank-you-ah-i-took-your-advice.html' title=''/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-195115381590011565</id><published>2008-08-01T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:48:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah. Chuns.</title><content type='html'>So... Im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now, I remembered what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going back to Malaysia tomorrow for a week!&lt;br /&gt;Due to some.. err... Emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;Grand Aunt fell and "expected". Father needs to admitted to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continueing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ I got sick today~~ ARGHHHH! BLAHHHHH! WOOLAWOLAWOLAOWOLAWOLA XD&lt;br /&gt;Headache, fever, abdomen cramp.&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh? Yea, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn!!! I tried Jawi!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I failed! Wooo~ :)&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we're all too grown up to learn children scribblings &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah Merv, couldn't go online this afternoon, had you waited and miss me somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Wah! So touching XD&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, I miss you oso.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll text you when I get back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I was chatting with Merv, I visited his blog. (as usual.)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, promoting me?&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I swear I laugh myself to death everyday based on HIS blog.&lt;br /&gt;You people better check it out : &lt;a href="http://sfbsostfu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sfbsostfu.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, see, Mervyn! I'm promoting yours! Credits to me and now YOU owe me Teh Tarik!&lt;br /&gt;Buahaha &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;You want candy, I give you candy, LOTS of it :)&lt;br /&gt;*mervyn giggles like a kid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Piano class today, as usual, nothing fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's dog greeted me first, patted him (ah! cute fellow), and went inside the unit.&lt;br /&gt;Sat down, took the books out and started playing Hanon.&lt;br /&gt;Then played Valse from Beethoven. Nice song.&lt;br /&gt;So far, that's my best song =D Yayy~&lt;br /&gt;So when teacher started commenting my songs, okay lah, not fabulous but good enough la.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw this look in teacher's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She looked... Sympathetic. Not on me, as if, she was thinking about something else.&lt;br /&gt;She told me a secret.&lt;br /&gt;And of course I'm not gonna type it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I promised not to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Oh and,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-195115381590011565?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/195115381590011565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=195115381590011565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/195115381590011565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/195115381590011565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/wah-chuns.html' title='Wah. Chuns.'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2546219248508198556</id><published>2008-07-31T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:20:38.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail!~ Random Humour, ALL HAIL!</title><content type='html'>So... as usual. I'm having Insomnia + I'm Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, I used Uncyclopedia this time and searched "Random" =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results: Random Humour. &gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I grow up, I wanna be a platypus!”&lt;br /&gt;~ Homsar on random humor&lt;br /&gt;“Holy crip, he's a flying stomach”&lt;br /&gt;~ Peter Griffin on random humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random humor is a type of humor which is random. It is unique in that it is the only type of humor that is an ingredient in Jell-O. It is best known for being similar to Mountain Dew in that it has no use in solving a maze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How random humor was invented.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random humor was invented by John Mellencamp in 1973 as a way of ending poverty in Amsterdam. He asked a group of Kuwaiti Midget Ninjas to kill Harvey M. Rabbit so that he could access the Bermuda Triangle. Once this happened, he went there and found a hamburger. But not just any hamburger. No, it was the Hamburger of Legends. The Hamburger of Legends was rumoured to have the power of 51 weapons of mass distraction, and it could even turn any CD into Reggae! With this power, Mellencamp was clearly able to get on the Second Internet and download Paris Hilton and have lots of stoner sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hitting climax, Mellencamp had a vision caused by having too many Snuffleupagi in the room. He envisioned a humor so humorous that it would go back in time and make beards from 1930 laugh. Unfortunately, this made Purple Jesus angry, so he threw dolphins at Mellencamp. He threw them so hard that Mellencamp flew all the way to Germany from the forceback. (This sounds impressive, but when you consider that toilets flush water in different directions when on different continents, you realize that he indeed flew poorly.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Germany, Mellencamp found a vaporizer and used it to destroy the evil tiger who was about to eat a refrigerator. He opened it up and found 35 gold pieces and seven whales. He used these to make gold whale gum. Because of this feat, he ensured that he would have an article in The Uncyclopedia, and thus he justified his own life. With that, he spent the rest of his life in content, until IRC was invented, then he spent the rest of his life in a giant statue of George &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Washington.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as if you thought the buttons would end, you have run out of your supply of television remotes, and the cat runs thin! That is why you cannot have 8 eggroles in one place at the same time, there would simply be too much chap stick to hold your (up up up down down down left right left right left) connectable juice tents in place. Billy woke up in the middle of the night screaming for oranges, when the hoodies of Zimbabwe carried him to Pepto Bismol. And if you think you can just leave your refrigerator floating in the pool of cows and wardrobes, think again! Momma, these penmanship are too moist for hiptops! Bikers bikers bikers bikers bikers cerial, hooray for rashes!&lt;br /&gt;Then in 1973, he invented random humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History of random humor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout history, random humor has had numerous effects on Jarlsberg cheese. The most famous event that random humor was involved in was in 1899, when a dachshund fought a Pikachu to the death. If random humor was not invented in the future, there is no way the dachshund could have won. This is why most fucktards say a prayer to the Even Supremer Court for being a court and not a monkey in Al Qaeda, which would have stopped random humor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from coming into existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another event which can be attributed to random humor is the infamous Axis of Evil Hot Dog Eating Competition of 1996. In this year, Pink Floyd did not enter, thus ensuring a win for Bob Dole, even though he hates the Axis of Evil because he is part of the Axis of Amish. However, he performed like a sugar-covered cigarette in a professional wrestling match. The reason? Some say it is because random humor caused him to laugh and spit out hot dogs. Others say it is because he is allergic to hot dogs. Still others say it is because these are weasel words. Who knows? (Besides J.R.R. Tolkien, who knows everything that nobody knows, but his opinion doesn't count because he's been cowated, so don't mention him, smartass.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very notable moment of random humor was when a group of enraged Rubik's Cubes used their nuclear french fries to uncover the loaf of impurity from under an energy face. The problem? His twisty was full of Theraflu. Surely this would sidetrack the lovely backspace from it's infestation of wonderful Cartoon panties, but alas, it was hexagonal. Gandhi began to question whether or not his name began with a Bab Soget when before he knew it, the plants had arrived. The armies of The Dreaded Window-Basket began to move toward the west when an outstanding alarm clock tore through them, killing 40% of them. Lamps! "Mommy, the pizzas are escaping!", cried Johnny after juicing another duckflap. But there was too much, and the bag of kittens wafted deliciously through the angry bar codes. Ding! Frogs are done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some events which random humor played absolutely no role in include the birth of Matt Groening, the extreme wet t-shirt lawn bowling contest of 1927, the writing of John Cage's 4'33", and God (or the all-knowing eggplant, for those who are religious) creating the universe. This list may or may not be inclusive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern applications of random humor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random humor is believed to be a popular way to get rid of old people. It has surpassed Smurfs in terms of effectiveness, but it is still not as popular as Bill O'Reilly or even the University of California. In a year or so, there'll be commercials trying to increase awareness of random humor by showing a man in a suit suggesting that you use random humor by listing its benefits while ignoring its drawbacks. This is shown to be the most effective way of marketing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random humor is not currently allowed in the United Spades of Amerika, where Winston Churchill has declared a war on random humor, even though he's dead and lives in Great Britain. Currently random humor is winning the war, especially since the Battle of Blue Pyramid, where Oprah Harpo 5932 seceded from the United Spades and stapled an apostrophe to the United Spades commander. This is the biggest blow that random humor has dealt since it called Orrin Hatch a poophead, which hurt his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, random humor is very welcome in Mediocre Britain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random humor in the future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random humor has not yet decided what it wants to be when it grows up. Currently, it states that it desires to be a battery maker, or maybe just a battery. This is because it wants to have a job related to assault. Brad Pitt said that he thinks it would make a good poet, although Tom Cruise disagrees. This disagreement caused the Actor's Gang War.&lt;br /&gt;Random humor is thought to be known only to humans, grues, and cabbage, it is expected to be translated to quail in 2100. It is not known whether quails will get random humor or not, but so far the outlook is not good: Dan Quayle does not understand random humor in the least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't make much sense, does it?&lt;br /&gt;That's who I am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHH~ Eureka! I broke my Eureka! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... What happened today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up, brush teeth, eat breakfast, blablabla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy today. He noticed :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Eats mustard* *Laughs* *Nutcase* *Bla*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuaHaHAHHAHhahHAhHAhaAhHAha ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siren came out with their band website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So go visit it or I'LL KILL YOU... *inserts maniacal laughter* *chokes on mustard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/sirenband393194"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/sirenband393194&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, Rico! I'm promoting! Credits to me. &gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Mervyn. My best Guy Friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Thanks for labelling me. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck :)&lt;br /&gt;You've got a sidekick here if you need =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carry Sweden's flag, make 'em proud! (eww, cheezy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inserts Du Gamla Du Fria* (Sweden's National Anthem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*audiences rejoices*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chickens cross roads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apples sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum loves Pineapples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?! I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Dan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inserts Happy Birthday Song*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*audiences cheer*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, you are such a good friend... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know what else to say &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I swear I'll cry when you leave! T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are infatuated by fruits and you love bright colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's some visual presents for you =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229236787276693266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SJH7JwAIPxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/quEZG3MqWSY/s400/fruits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229237214349714290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SJH7im-RY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/aGti694EVBk/s400/strawberry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229238334950635410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SJH8j1iWd5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/rH1az55J22M/s400/vegetableart01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229238804864223682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SJH8_MGeycI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lsWANK395dM/s400/Funny_Fruits_06_936.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go birthday girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birth~day.....to.... YOU~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fireworks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*audiences cheers again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2546219248508198556?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2546219248508198556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2546219248508198556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2546219248508198556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2546219248508198556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-cuz-im-bored.html' title='All Hail!~ Random Humour, ALL HAIL!'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SJH7JwAIPxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/quEZG3MqWSY/s72-c/fruits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2142363243510361711</id><published>2008-07-30T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:05:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Mervyn n Rico.&lt;br /&gt;I read through their old posts and thats what they say:&lt;br /&gt;"Tag:&lt;br /&gt;Bla&lt;br /&gt;Blu&lt;br /&gt;Ble&lt;br /&gt;You/ Whoever who whats to do it/ Whoever who sees it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored. So now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last get angry with ?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your weapon of choice?&lt;br /&gt;M-16 and AK 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who got really angry at you?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?&lt;br /&gt;I keep some, I let some go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you're suppose to do daily that you haven't?&lt;br /&gt;Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the latest you've ever woken up?&lt;br /&gt;9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't?&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last lame excuse that you made?&lt;br /&gt;Dont care la XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. Don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning?&lt;br /&gt;I never hit the snooze button, I off the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?&lt;br /&gt;Errr, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a meat eater?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?&lt;br /&gt;3 shots of whiskey, 1 glass of Merlot, 5 cans of beer, 1 glass of Baileys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy candy and sweets?&lt;br /&gt;YESHHHHHHHH &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"?&lt;br /&gt;Err, lets eat Char Siew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many credit cards do you own?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;Change the theme of my bedroom and buy anything I need and want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich or famous?&lt;br /&gt;Rich ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks?&lt;br /&gt;Depends x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing that you have done that you're most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Hosted and planned a party and cooked everything entirely on my own. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;That I do whatever they ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Retire as a million-dollar lass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, muahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated to get a better score?&lt;br /&gt;Countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today that you're proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Completed another skirt x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)?&lt;br /&gt;3 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms,or when you were a young child)?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation?&lt;br /&gt;nopedy nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite body part of a person of your gender choice?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes (guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sexual encounters (including kissing/making out) with multiple persons?&lt;br /&gt;Yea =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own?&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?&lt;br /&gt;None. It's a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;God? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DEADLY SIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the most often?&lt;br /&gt;Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the least often?&lt;br /&gt;Sloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your favorite to act on?&lt;br /&gt;Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag....&lt;br /&gt;Re-tag Mervyn XD&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;YOU/Whoever who sees this/Whoever wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2142363243510361711?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2142363243510361711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2142363243510361711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2142363243510361711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2142363243510361711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/seven-deadly-sins.html' title='Seven Deadly Sins'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-7992955578238661171</id><published>2008-07-30T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:21:46.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Random Day to Me</title><content type='html'>So I was bored. (As usual.)&lt;br /&gt;Check out what I did:&lt;br /&gt;- I googled "Random" and this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Things To Do,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When You're Really Really Bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Try to kiss your ear.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to act like a zombie. (You'll probably fail.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Run around your neighbours yelling, "The British are coming!"&lt;br /&gt;4. Get in a costume and go treat and treating... When it's not Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;5. Randomly say, "I love you!" to someone you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to break a brick with your head.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make a movie about a giant jellyfish that attempts to destroy Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;8. Guess how many stars are there in the Universe. Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;9. Buy a lock and throw away the combination, just to see if you can open it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Invent an upside down taco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ Courtesy from &lt;a href="http://www.randomthingstodo.com/"&gt;http://www.randomthingstodo.com/&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;othing much happened today, except random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I woke up this morning on 10.54am and I walked sleepily to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, used the toothpaste and toothbrush and brushed my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard downstairs yelling, "Shibasekiya!" (Fuck you in Korean, downstairs neighbours are Koreans). So I kept on eavesdropping. After all, I was in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I understood was, "Bastard, you [somethingIdidn'tunderstand]".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, "Bitch, why you [somethingIdidn'tunderstand], go to hell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, "Fuck you, my father [somethingIdidn'tunderstand] fuck&lt;br /&gt;[somethingIdidn'tunderstand] sister, mother, dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sister, mother.... DOG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, "OMG, you what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, "I what? You [somethingIdidn'tunderstand] eat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I just shrugged as I only understood a few words from like what, a paragraph?&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up, went to the kitchen and tried to look for something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, there were plenty. But it all can't be combined. Well, at least I couldn't be bothered to try combining something.&lt;br /&gt;So I took some pomelo and made a cup of tea and ate breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;..... What?&lt;br /&gt;Im bored, don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After that, I went to the supermarket to stock up some food.&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the meat section, I think I saw the most dungu lady in dungu history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was holding a can of yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;She turned it around and around and around again, but something doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;She finally said something, "What kinda yogurt is THIS?!"&lt;br /&gt;I was the closest to her so she turned to me and asked again, "What IS this yogurt?"&lt;br /&gt;One look at it, "Strawberry, it says, right here." (pointing at the can)&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the word "STRAWBERRY" was printed right on the can's front.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's BIG enough that I could see it like, few feet away.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Oh now I see it, thanks!", "Wow, why can't they print it somewhere more obvious?"&lt;br /&gt;I just rolled my eyes and said, "I'm sure they did. It's pretty obvious to me."&lt;br /&gt;I just walked to the next section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I reached home on a taxi, paid the amount and went up to my unit.&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang when I put down the groceries in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;The word MUM flashed on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"What you doing ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just came back from FiviMart, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"What you buy ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Some vege, eggs, ham, meat, milk, juice, prawns, ice-cream, mushroom."&lt;br /&gt;"Ice-cream? What ice-cream?"&lt;br /&gt;"Rum and Raisin, your usual."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, ok loh. Im so hungry la, dunno what to eat."&lt;br /&gt;"Go and eat at Pho 24 first la, then I'll cook la when you come back."&lt;br /&gt;"Orh. But Pho 24 sien ady la."&lt;br /&gt;"Then eat Bun Canh Cua (crab noodles) la. Where else can you go?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haizz... So Sien. Anyway, what do you want to cook tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;"Porridge I think, don't feel like Rice today."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeeeeeeee. Don't want porridge."&lt;br /&gt;"Then what do you want me to cook?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bihun la."&lt;br /&gt;"Um."&lt;br /&gt;"Errr...Ok la, bye."&lt;br /&gt;"Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She calls home everyday like that.&lt;br /&gt;She's at least 50 kilometres away from the house, yet, she calls me and asks me What To Eat for her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It's always that two answers anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get pretty bored of her calling home and ask what to eat near HER office, that, I feel like making lunch for her to bring to work.&lt;br /&gt;Im such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*audiences puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The rest of the day was just.... normal and bored. Just like everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, can you imagine how boring is our everyday life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-7992955578238661171?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7992955578238661171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=7992955578238661171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7992955578238661171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7992955578238661171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-random-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Random Day to Me'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-4341461496646043842</id><published>2008-07-29T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:43:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Asked For It =)</title><content type='html'>I was bored so I went on google and typed "Weird Surveys" and I found this. Pretty random and lame, I know. Don't blame me, I'm having Insomnia :)&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. A Bitch?&lt;br /&gt;- Idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you tall?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In your pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Left handed?&lt;br /&gt;- Just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friend you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- Sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- My mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;-In malaysia: Mervyn&lt;br /&gt;-In vietnam: Ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Was today better than yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;-Equally ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Number?&lt;br /&gt;-28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Color?&lt;br /&gt;-black, red, white, indigo, silver, purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Food?&lt;br /&gt;-Escargot, Mustard, Pickles, Ginger, Salad, Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Place?&lt;br /&gt;-In my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS &amp;amp; ANSWERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing you did this morning when you got up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Went to the bathroom. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you watched in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hancock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;A: Er, my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish upon stars?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yea... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: Depends who. &gt;:) But mostly yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: MY BED LA! Where else?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did you sleep there?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because it's my bed? =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't wanna mention. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your last thought before going to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: I need my Mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Rate life as of right now one being bad ten being great?&lt;br /&gt;A: 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Me typing on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: My shoulder and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;A: December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many kids do you want/have?&lt;br /&gt;A: 1 or 2. Unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN EMOTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;-Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;-Not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you excited?&lt;br /&gt;-About what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you nervous?&lt;br /&gt;-About WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;-A little bit XD I'm even half dreaming now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are your parents still married?&lt;br /&gt;-Divorced once and both re-married on their own. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a crush on someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Enrico&lt;br /&gt;Cherry&lt;br /&gt;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/1847373801696477979-4341461496646043842?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4341461496646043842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=4341461496646043842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4341461496646043842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4341461496646043842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You Asked For It =)'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-4231957796488987929</id><published>2008-07-29T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:16:02.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again. =)</title><content type='html'>Tagged by : Mervyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish you could go back in time to correct your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish you could go back in time to do some shit.&lt;br /&gt;Well, If you were given the chance to go back in time and do whatever shit you want, what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;State 3 from the least important to the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I shouldn't have left.&lt;br /&gt;2. I would've been born smarter.&lt;br /&gt;1. Mervyn Mervyn Mervyn, why did I say that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give 5 reasons why you did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-got tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4-i have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;3-im bored.&lt;br /&gt;2-you said so, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;1-idk.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when you lose it all and youre staring death in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Death says " Elo there chump, fancy a golden apple do you ? "&lt;br /&gt;It pulls out a golden, a shiny golden apple from its sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-golden apple? wow, fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;...Do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you find your lover cheating on you.&lt;br /&gt;Your lover says " Elo there darlin`, wtf are you doing here ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-"Elo there amore mio, wtf are YOU doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you need ?&lt;br /&gt;Someone important, Someone that gives your life a meaning?&lt;br /&gt;-Yea, I wished he noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, who is this special person? * You MUST state this special persons name *&lt;br /&gt;-Why should I? You're gonna threatened me with the capital letter MUST?&lt;br /&gt;If you figured im not lesbo, you should know it's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no, why no?&lt;br /&gt;-I just answered it up there, pea brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last question.&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather be, apple , orange , banana or peanut?&lt;br /&gt;-Apples taste better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you chose apple, youre a lovable trustworthy person&lt;br /&gt;If you chose orange, youre a very hardworking person&lt;br /&gt;If you chose banana, you have a penis !&lt;br /&gt;If you chose peanut, you're a simple happy person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-kay. Lesse... uh...&lt;br /&gt;1. Dan&lt;br /&gt;2. Joel&lt;br /&gt;3. Enrico&lt;br /&gt;4. Wayne&lt;br /&gt;5. Whoever that's reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome Mervyn. And yes, I've noticed the BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice mine? KOPI-O. Yummy, I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... What happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my dad and grandma back to Malaysia in the International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;Realised that it actually looked better than KLIA.&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been in the International Airport for countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia, upgrade lah sikit.&lt;br /&gt;Slow poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;After that, got stuck in a jam for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that it was a typhoon, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I just casually talked with my mum and made a few desicions.&lt;br /&gt;Fast, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I don't move to Australia after Yr 10, I'll try to get into SSIS. *I hate SSIS*&lt;br /&gt;2. If I move to Australia, I'm going to be in a boarding school. *err... yay?*&lt;br /&gt;3. Since Demented is unstable, we're not gonna perform next month. *relieved*&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm gonna cook for the whole entire year. *fine.*&lt;br /&gt;5. I have to learn Ballroom Dancing. Eg: Salsa, Tango, Foxtrot. Because my mum wants me to be "packaged" nicely before I get married. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;6. Mum says my latest piano composition is good. Wants me to continue it. *sure, npz.*&lt;br /&gt;7. Mum tells me more about her work stuff so I would generally understand more about the financial world. *Ma, please don't waste time.*&lt;br /&gt;8. Must email Aunt Irene the photo of the electronic bike. *Her fiance would be fascinated.*&lt;br /&gt;9. Mum thinks that one of my guy friend is cute. *Please, it's embarrasing.*&lt;br /&gt;10. Mum likes the lolita headdresses and skirts I made. *awesome*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reached home and started cooking while my mum took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Heated up the soup I boiled this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked egg with beans and ginger. * I wubb ginger :)*&lt;br /&gt;Cooked rice. &lt;br /&gt;Cooked Char Siew and Roasted Pork. &gt;=) *maniacal laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Set table and ate.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I played a game at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;"Eat like a Royalty".&lt;br /&gt;Mum acted as Queen, I acted as Princess.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;But it's fun XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed the plates after meal and cleaned the kitchen. * A maid suddenly*&lt;br /&gt;Then watched TV.&lt;br /&gt;Then online.&lt;br /&gt;Then this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;Buenas Noches, Señoras y caballeros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-4231957796488987929?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4231957796488987929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=4231957796488987929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4231957796488987929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4231957796488987929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again. =)'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-5774005054919517892</id><published>2008-07-28T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:38:43.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation</title><content type='html'>Yupz, Merv, this is the swedish chain letter thingy. Being translated by machine, so don't expect much. XD&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate such things here! but now I can not let be sending forth. This is a test that can get your hopes to go down. A fun thing. When I finished writing this email rang the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read these small corrections and think of a desire while you scroll up to the end. There is a message which will then make a wish. There is no ulterior motive at work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berthynasau: I am 13 years old and I wished that my father would come home from the war because he had problems with the heart and his right leg. I nskade me and at the kl.14.53. 15.07 (14 minutes later) rang the door. Behind the door was my father, with their baggage and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Katie and I am 20. I have had problems in my job, so that I almost asked dismissal. I wished me that my boss would get a new job. Then it was at 13.35 and at 13.55 boss announced that he had been promoted, and would need to move from the city. Believe me. This works really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Ann and I are 45. I have lived in single all my life and hoped for many years to have to live in a loving relationship. One day while I sat and dagdrömde slightly soon after that I received this mail, I wished that I would give a good man. This happened at 9.10 on a Tuesday. At 9.55 came a FedEx bid into the office. He was good looking, pleasant and could intesluta le against me. He started to come on a visit almost every days (even without package). A week later, he asked me if we were to have dinner together. 6 months later we got married and now we have been fortunate married for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to the end, but while you are doing Next, you should think of a wish. Is your desire into consideration for you scroll clear. What age you have so does it take to the number of minutes for desire to go down. For example, if you are 25 years, it consumes 25 minutes before your the desire strikes. Hursom any time. If you do not send this letter to other people, you will suffer accident for years. Run hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! Your desire will now turn within the number of minutes that you are years and older. Make the following carefully. It may be very lucrative. If you copy and send this letter to 10 people to, something big that you liked you to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: This is kus. The phone will call immediately after that you made it.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, some words didn't make any sense but well, I told you it was a machine translator.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's free. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-5774005054919517892?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/5774005054919517892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=5774005054919517892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5774005054919517892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/5774005054919517892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/translation.html' title='Translation'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-4970572574185823386</id><published>2008-07-28T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:04:56.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged :)</title><content type='html'>Alright... Was talking to Mervyn half way through and I visited his blog.&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Swedish chain letter thing and laughed. Though I didn't understood.&lt;br /&gt;I offered to translate the chain letter. I'll post it up later. XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got tagged by Merv. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Is someone in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;-Not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Are you named after a grandparent?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Favourite book right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Pendragon: Quillian Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;- In malaysia : Mervyn&lt;br /&gt;- In vietnam : Tony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Ever driven into the ghetto to buy drugs?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh wow, I can drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;- wakeup, change, ate breakfast, went out, bought something, came home, bathed, played the piano, cooked dinner, ate dinner, washed dishes, played guitar, sang, online, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.How many hours did you sleep for last night?&lt;br /&gt;- 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What jewellery are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- cross band on my hand, cross necklace a friend bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you swear at your parents?&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe yes, maybe no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you photogenic?&lt;br /&gt;- compared myself in a mirror, thought I looked better on pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;- Ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is there a secret you haven't told any of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;- 11.52pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Have you ever changed your clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;- twice. on the way to a performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.wat are you doing in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;- being on a roller coaster, pain in da neck, I know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Midsomer Murders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think you're approachable?&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you have a Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopedy nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you a good speller?&lt;br /&gt;- err.... Whuzzat? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favorite colour?&lt;br /&gt;- Red, black, purple, white, indigo, grey, silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you hate being alone?&lt;br /&gt;- No... I enjoy it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Last time you went swimming in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;- err... few weeks ago, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Last time you were hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday, sending my mum's friend off back to Singapore. Nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;- not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you get along better with boys or girls?&lt;br /&gt;- Both, even Bi-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Tony, about a party on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.last time u had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;- long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.What did you dream about last night?&lt;br /&gt;-I was having a tea party :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Dont wanna mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Are u upset with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes and I wanna send that person to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever gone to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you remember your music teacher's name from primary school?&lt;br /&gt;- ...Only her surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Would you kiss your most recent ex?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Is there anything in your past that you'd like to try again?&lt;br /&gt;- some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Too much to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it. :) Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-4970572574185823386?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4970572574185823386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=4970572574185823386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4970572574185823386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/4970572574185823386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged :)'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-7939839566394668445</id><published>2008-07-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:11:15.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Time</title><content type='html'>What if...&lt;br /&gt;One day, you wake up all alone...&lt;br /&gt;All alone in your bed, in the big empty house....&lt;br /&gt;The one you love, leaving you behind, without a word..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;One day, you see the one you love...&lt;br /&gt;The one you love falling, right infront of you...&lt;br /&gt;The one you yearn for, leaving you behind, without a word..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;One day, you hold that person next to you...&lt;br /&gt;That person runs away, on a great big field...&lt;br /&gt;The one you adore, leaving you behind, without a word..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;It would be just in time for you to wake up earlier...&lt;br /&gt;So you could wish the one you love "Good morning"...&lt;br /&gt;Never let the one you love to leave you without a word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;It would be just in time to hold the one you love...&lt;br /&gt;So they wouldn't fall for that instance...&lt;br /&gt;Never let the one you yearn for to leave you without a word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe...&lt;br /&gt;It would be just in time to hold them a little tighter...&lt;br /&gt;So they couldn't run away that easily...&lt;br /&gt;Even 2 seconds with them would be something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if I could turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if I could make things right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all too late...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I should have been a little smarter...&lt;br /&gt;A little prettier...&lt;br /&gt;A little more... like what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that would have been just in time...&lt;br /&gt;For you to fall in love with me...&lt;br /&gt;All over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-7939839566394668445?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7939839566394668445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=7939839566394668445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7939839566394668445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/7939839566394668445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-in-time.html' title='Just In Time'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-149368942274297826</id><published>2008-07-15T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:11:13.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>"You can run, but you can't hide. Hehehe...."&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna play...Sister?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....."Hehehehehehehehe..... I'm right behind you."&lt;br /&gt;"Arghhh!" *falls into a dark hole*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my dream.&lt;br /&gt;It all sounded cut off, unfinished, unrelevant and totally - nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did exactly screamed.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma woke up, asked me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you might think it seemed childish but I swear, I woke up sweating.&lt;br /&gt;With tears on my face.&lt;br /&gt;For the entire night, I couldn't sleep. I just kept on thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened again last night, the exact same dream and sequence.&lt;br /&gt;Except this time, it wasn't the black hole.&lt;br /&gt;It just blacked out but I still heard myself screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Then I dreamt, IN THE DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;It's like... Dreaming about the dream, dreaming in the dream.&lt;br /&gt;And in the Dreaming Dream, I'm dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confused yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that in the dream, I dreamt on and never woke up.&lt;br /&gt;And I just.... dreamt on...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up , thinking I was awake, but it seemed that the "I-dreamt-on-and-never-woke-up-dream" was a dream I dreamt in the Dreaming dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna explain it any longer.&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/1847373801696477979-149368942274297826?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/149368942274297826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=149368942274297826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/149368942274297826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/149368942274297826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6818218936328098182</id><published>2008-06-26T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:15:53.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... Yea =D</title><content type='html'>Alright guys. For the sake my blog, my poor blog, my pathetic blog, *cries* ,*rampage*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry fellas, just been busy these er... weeks? Oh god, it's been so long that I've forgotten when was the last time I've blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since people have been telling me to update my almost-so-close-to-death-and-deceased-blog, yes, I'm back. *crowd cheers to the infabulous opening toast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holidays for me now and I still have a week before I'm going back to M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, I AM COMING BACK. Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : 4th - 13th July =D (Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I get to see a whole bunch of friends and family. Stock up some clothes and live some civilized life for a week, not that I'm saying Vietnam is uncivilized. Er, haha... hahahaha.... hah..ha....ha. Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been doing these few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch a whole bunch of movies!&lt;br /&gt;Example : Ratatouille, 300, Indiana Jones 2, Kung Fu Panda, Forbidden Kingdom, House of Blood (again), 10,000 BC, Snakes on the Plane, Identity....bla..bla...bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know that some of the movies are kinda.. Outdated, but hey! Some of 'em are pretty good and good movies deserved to be watched again, right? Aren't they....? AREN'T THEY???!?!???!?!??!?!?! *ehem* Where were we? Oh, yea. I also worked out a lot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat so yea I thought by doing so could help me gain my body back and be "healthy".&lt;br /&gt;I've also started to cook a lot now, experimenting with lots of food. Oh yea ~ Who can resist the taste and sound of good food... and all this talk is only leading me to... *stomach grumbles*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. Sorry 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo.. All this food talk is making me hungry, er... wanna grab a snack. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG SUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUAHHAHAHAMUAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cough* *cough* *wheeze*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. heh heh... *cough*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6818218936328098182?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6818218936328098182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6818218936328098182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6818218936328098182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6818218936328098182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-yea-d.html' title='So... Yea =D'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-8349775439157243545</id><published>2008-06-03T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:49:07.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summoning The Graceful One</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is sad, let’s pray for an angel’s flight,&lt;br /&gt;Freedom ain’t limited, it’s just appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;Calling out to the sky, hope that it’s all alright,&lt;br /&gt;God please hear my plea, make this a declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpets of life may sound, calling people to their time,&lt;br /&gt;Why not bang up the walls, cry for a harder plea?&lt;br /&gt;O’ father, your highness, on path to deliverance,&lt;br /&gt;Slopes that are downhill, stands there the lonesome tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fairytale of dreams, often do not come smooth,&lt;br /&gt;The spring has reborn, the cherries are blooming.&lt;br /&gt;Heartache’s unbearable, of that all of us know,&lt;br /&gt;But children are weeping, adults are consoling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when is my savior, my bright one, on his way?&lt;br /&gt;The world is a nightmare, angel, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I wrote this...&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys, I'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow , I've tried to find time to blog..&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy... Too bored...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming too random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Miss home... ="(&lt;br /&gt;Me wanna go home .. * stomps and cries *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, chillax dudette.. Chillax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Much Better. I'm done freaking out now =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-8349775439157243545?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8349775439157243545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=8349775439157243545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/8349775439157243545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/8349775439157243545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/06/summoning-graceful-one.html' title='Summoning The Graceful One'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6159516332487897528</id><published>2008-05-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:00:20.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of the Month</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I'm posting this but just for fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Stuck-In-My-Head" Songs this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highway To Hell - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To The Jungle - Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;November Rain - Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;Creeping Death - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Sepultura - Apocalyptica&lt;br /&gt;Reila - GazettE&lt;br /&gt;Kare Uta - GazettE&lt;br /&gt;Saku - Dir En Grey&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Blood Red - Malice Mizer&lt;br /&gt;Cry For The Moon - Epica&lt;br /&gt;Shot Down In Flames - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;The Nobodies - Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These - Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;Nemo - Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;End Of All Hope - Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;Mannequin - Cradle Of Filth&lt;br /&gt;King Of Wishful Thinking - New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;One - Apocalyptica&lt;br /&gt;High Voltage - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;Vampire - Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...&lt;br /&gt;Weird... Running out of things to say here.&lt;br /&gt;// -Eunice signing out- //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6159516332487897528?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6159516332487897528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6159516332487897528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6159516332487897528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6159516332487897528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/05/songs-of-month.html' title='Songs of the Month'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-470304264184095542</id><published>2008-05-16T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:08:46.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes, Silence, Patience, Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SC3YKertuKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DluVnmqXjdA/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201050819229497506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SC3YKertuKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DluVnmqXjdA/s200/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Echoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SC3YK-rtuLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XDBqbNpVkWc/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201050827819432114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SC3YK-rtuLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XDBqbNpVkWc/s200/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201052309583149282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SC3ZhOrtuOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ytvQIbU5T9o/s200/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201053585188436210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SC3arertuPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WyGqWrQlxCo/s200/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-470304264184095542?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/470304264184095542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=470304264184095542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/470304264184095542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/470304264184095542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/05/echoes-silence-patience-grace.html' title='Echoes, Silence, Patience, Grace'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SC3YKertuKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DluVnmqXjdA/s72-c/DSC00939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3667426059491663708</id><published>2008-05-09T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:29:12.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manly Men or Metrosexual Men?</title><content type='html'>Aww! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such &lt;em&gt;cute-ness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should I say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Gay-ness&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, personal perception I suppose. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Dan and I will always think that this is the most hilarious thing to laugh about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, We're gonna laugh our asses off at this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But 1st I wanna make things clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definition of a Manly Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manly means having the traits or qualities that a culture regards as especially characteristic of or ideally appropriate to adult men. Manly is usually a term of approval, suggesting traits admired by society, such as determination, decisiveness, and steadiness: a manly acceptance of the facts; manly firmness of character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definition of a Metrosexual Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Metrosexual is a neologism generally applied to heterosexual men with &lt;strong&gt;a strong concern for their appearance, or whose lifestyles display attributes stereotypically seen among gay men.&lt;/strong&gt; The metro- (city) prefix indicates this man's purely urban lifestyle, while the -sexual suffix comes from "heterosexual," &lt;strong&gt;meaning that this man, although he is usually straight, embodies the heightened aesthetic sense often associated with certain types of gay men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which indirectly means : Homosexual comes after Metrosexual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good. Let's proceed. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case study #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boy in our school is a total High Maintainence guy. I wouldn't even say he's a dude. 'Cuz he doesnt behave like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He might seem like a Sk8er Boi but trust me, if you meet him personally... you'll call me your mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's See...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to describe him? : Clean Look, Cutie Boy Look, Semi Korean -Vietnamese Look, Sk8er Boi Look, Omg-stare-at-him-he's-so-adorable-Look, Shy Look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He walks like a guy. So 80% you wouldn't think that he's gay. You're right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say he's Homosexual. He's &lt;strong&gt;Metrosexual&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He goes to &lt;em&gt;spa, nail care center, salon and all that oh-so-girlish places.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, if you ever see him, he's gorgeous. But would you date someone like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the surprising part is : He's got himself a Girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise, surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine sunny morning, Dan and I went for a break at the canteen. We were happily chatting away until someone came along and distracted us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wow... Look at her. Nice hair..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when "she" turned around. This was our expression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198407771606762418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCR0U3BAQ7I/AAAAAAAAADU/PjFZuNwLhAU/s320/surprised_baby_2.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elton John is &lt;strong&gt;Gay&lt;/strong&gt;. But he-shall-remain-nameless is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, after that incident, whenever he passes by, this is what we do -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198409953450148802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCR2T3BAQ8I/AAAAAAAAADc/ysDwo4GsQ_Q/s200/ttile%2520lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL-ing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here's a picture of Sir Elton John to demonstrate what is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homosexuality/Gay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198412470300984274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCR4mXBAQ9I/AAAAAAAAADk/NuPpsZ2rAJs/s200/elton.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust me. It's really Elton John. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3667426059491663708?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3667426059491663708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3667426059491663708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3667426059491663708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3667426059491663708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/05/manly-men-or-metrosexual-men.html' title='Manly Men or Metrosexual Men?'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCR0U3BAQ7I/AAAAAAAAADU/PjFZuNwLhAU/s72-c/surprised_baby_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3292180675610918921</id><published>2008-05-09T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:20:12.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Gives A Shit To The Naive Young Boy</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;He said he's hunting for a new gf after breaking up with me (which is true).&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not suppose to be my business anymore, right?&lt;br /&gt;He texted me and told me: "Hey, I think I've found one."&lt;br /&gt;And I was like... "O-kay.... So...?"&lt;br /&gt;Aww - How considerate! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little man inside me laughed so freaking hard. XD&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he still lets me know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;But the funny part is, when we first broke up, he said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna quit love and join Music."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sure.", I said.&lt;br /&gt;And there he is, hunting for a girlfriend. XD&lt;br /&gt;Such irony. Such cliche too. Kids nowadays. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, everyone says the girl is a WANNABEE.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Kids.&lt;br /&gt;I know he's trying to mess with me. Everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Reasons why: ~&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1 Make me Jealous. (Obvious, very obvious)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2 Make me go back to him. (This links with Reason #1)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3 Show Off. (Hah! He always does.)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4 Complete his "punk" character. (He thinks he is XD)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #5 To act cool. (Links with Reason #4)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #6 Desperate. (I know him well enough to know that.)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #7 Make me beg him 'cuz I miss him so much? (Ppffffttfffttpppftftftt!!! I mean, C'mon)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #8 Thinks that having a girl is cool. (Occasionally True)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #9 To show that he is "so" over me. (He still updates me with selections of girlfriends)&lt;br /&gt;Reason #10 'Cuz he's afraid that I'll go around telling everyone that he has no balls. (Oh I Will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he really doesn't care and doesn't want to make me jealous, why is he telling me all that sorta shit that has nothing to do with me? Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! XD If I want to make him wet his pants, dude.&lt;br /&gt;I-Have-Heaps-Of-Prove.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I don't wanna spoil his reputations 'cuz he's still a kid. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on , small kid - That thinks he's a punk.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I was that naive.&lt;br /&gt;It's good (sometimes) to be naive.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's what the world is lacking nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffpfftffttftftfpftftft....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3292180675610918921?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3292180675610918921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3292180675610918921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3292180675610918921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3292180675610918921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-gives-shit-to-naive-young-boy.html' title='Who Gives A Shit To The Naive Young Boy'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-1021854366978600559</id><published>2008-05-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:48:16.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Industry Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the world has DEFINITELY gone wrong. I mean the Music World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pop music is being too sentimental and too dreamy nowadays. I mean, who seriously think love is like freaking FOREVER?! Good late Pop Music don't really exist anymore... Shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS THE FACE OF POP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198308201379939186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCQZxHBAQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YH8K89KlG4o/s320/britney+bad+reputation.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;  -britney bald-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Hip-Hop and all dat thang! So What? WTF.... Girls are all dancing like sick prostitutes in those MTV vidoes and those "I-have-money-in-the-suitcase-lets-spend-it-all-gimme-more-of-you-break-it-down" WTF?!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS HIP-HOP DANCING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198309176337515394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCQap3BAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nv_IdnlcgDI/s320/retarded.bmp" width="135" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Retarded &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3) Dance music gone bad. Really. What's with all those Lala Trance playing in Sungai Wang? Everytime I go back to Malaysia I hang around there with my cousin and the only reason we still go there is to laugh our asses off at Lalas! Puhlesesss... Malaysians really don't know much about good techno, house, hardstyle anymore don't they? Sad...sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNGEI WANG...KINGDOM OF LALAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198307415400923986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCQZDXBAQ1I/AAAAAAAAACk/16TDTbg8JvA/s320/KLCC.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4) RnB. OmgsWTFWTPLMAOOMGTSFFDMWTRNB. Now this! Is what really happens to people who loves and thinks that RnB is the SHIEEEET!!!! No way suckers, bad reputations...&lt;br /&gt;Bad Reputations... Love is so this...Love is so that... God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK AT THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198309769043002258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCQbMXBAQ5I/AAAAAAAAADE/-bk2o8ZCYCQ/s320/41YmHoRLULL__AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad RnB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;5) Punk. Emo. Rock n Roll. Ok, Fall Out Boy? The BEST?!!!!???!?!?? Ppfffttftfttf....Simple Plan is fine. If you guys think that Linkin Park is the heaviest band on earth, Shut up and go suck your own stupidity. Emo? Im fine with that. But whats with those people trying to attract girls and slit themselves but never dies actually? What the fuck is wrong with the world?!??!?!??!! Omgsssss.... Wanna know what true rock is? Go listen to Motley Crue, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Guns N Roses, Firehose, Nightwish, Rammstein.... For god's sake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK 'N' ROLL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198310473417638818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCQb1XBAQ6I/AAAAAAAAADM/9DLqq1EfSvs/s320/IMG_0620.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jump!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in my school nowadays are pretty much wannabes... Only some people truly understands music... Sad...sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-1021854366978600559?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1021854366978600559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=1021854366978600559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1021854366978600559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1021854366978600559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-industry-gone-bad.html' title='The Music Industry Gone Bad'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SCQZxHBAQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YH8K89KlG4o/s72-c/britney+bad+reputation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6690376189470579392</id><published>2008-04-17T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:19:49.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, It's A Comedy, Not A Tragedy!</title><content type='html'>Sitting beside the window sill, staring out at the purple evening sky infront of her, Sophie realized that someone was walking into her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Soph? It’s your phone call. Benji’s on the line.”&lt;br /&gt;“Right on mum.” Sophie stood up lazily and got the phone from her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Benji, what’s up?”&lt;br /&gt;“Er…hey Soph, you…er…wanna come out for…er…a ‘lil ..er…walk?”&lt;br /&gt;“…Yeah, sure…”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh..er..alright then…I’ll…er..see you at the park then.”&lt;br /&gt;“See ya then.”&lt;br /&gt;She put down the phone. She grabbed her jumper and took her cellphone. She looked into the mirror and realised that her hair was a mess. Arghh, who cares?, she thought. She tied her hair into a casual bun and walked down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie stepped through the front door and said : “Ma, I will be home for supper.”, “Ok, don’t be too late.”, then she closed the door. It takes around 5 minutes to get to the park so she walked the path towards her destination. Along the way, Sophie thought, what is Benji up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin aka Benji is her best friend since 3rd grade. But then she thought again, Benji doesn’t normally ask her out for a walk, although they do hang out every weekend. Then she remembered hearing his voice quiver when he was talking to her on the phone. That was weird. She couldn’t wait to get there and find out what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie reached the park without realizing how near it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji was facing the other direction so he didn’t notice Sophie’s arrival. He was looking up into the sky, appearing to be pretty emotional. Sophie looked at his figure and realized something she had never did for the past 6 years. Benji’s shoulder length brown hair, blown through the evening breeze gave her an impression that deep down inside his heart, he was all alone. She thought of his captivating smile too. Benji suddenly turned around and walked towards her. He stood infront of her and the emotionless face looked at Sophie, as if he was trying to see through her mind. This made her heart thump with a fusion of fears, worries and confusions. They looked at each other for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Benji looked down and walked passed Sophie. She quickly let out a sigh of relieve but the tension was on again immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Benji, are you alright?”, Benji didn’t answer. He just continued staring right into the dark purple sky, as if there was a silent conversation going on between the mysterious sky and Benji. After a long pause, fear and confusion haunted her mentally and tears started rolling down Sophie’s cheeks. This time, Benji turned around and faced her. He gently wiped off the tears from her god given face and spoke quietly: “Don’t cry. I never ever want to see you cry, you hear me?”. Sophie hesitated and nodded solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them walked over to the nearest bench and sat down. After what seemed like a thousand years, Benji muttered something under his breath. Sophie looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;“You said something?”&lt;br /&gt;“Er…nah. Nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;“…You’ve been acting weird today.”&lt;br /&gt;He just kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;“Benji, I’m really worried about you. What is wrong with you? Are you really alright?”&lt;br /&gt;Again, there was no answer from him.&lt;br /&gt;“If you have any issues, don’t hesitate to let it all out on me, really. So please, Benji. Say something, please…”.&lt;br /&gt;Still, he went on playing dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fustration and fury in Sophie’s heart and mind has finally gave way and sent her on a rampage. She shooked Benji violently, shouted : “ BENJAMIN MIKE OWENS! CAN YOU AT LEAST RESPOND TO WHAT I SAY?! PLEASE?! IS IT REALLY THAT HARD TO TALK TO ME? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I’M REALLY, REALLY WORRIED ABOUT YOU!! YOU CALLED ME OUT HERE TO SAY NOTHING?! BENJI! SAY SOMETHING!!!! YOU BETTER SA…”, Benji stood up and hushed her. He held Sophie by the face and spoke softly: “Sophie, you like me, don’t you?”. Sophie was stunned by such a sudden question coming from Benji. She turned away to face the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind slowly blew away the tension between the both of them. Thanks to Benji, Sophie thought. Now she’s stuck with the variety of words to express what she could say next. Stupid Benji, she thought again. Why did he had to be so straight forward? Fair enough, Benji scored a point for the accurate guess. But she haven’t thought of telling him that soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took in a deep breath and turned back to face her crush, “Er…wow. I didn’t see that coming. And as a matter of fact, yes I do. A very clever guess, congratulations. Now you know my biggest secret. Darn.”. A smile flashed across Benji’s face. “You’re a bit slow aren’t you?”. Sophie blushed and her face turned fully red. “Wha…what do you mean by that, eh?! How dare you say that I’m slow…You…you idiot! Well, you like me too, don’t you? Hah! There! I got you!”. “Oh shut up, missy.”, Benji planted a kiss onto Sophie’s delicate lips and their fates were sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Originally wirtten by ME. Copyright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6690376189470579392?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6690376189470579392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6690376189470579392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6690376189470579392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6690376189470579392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/04/honey-its-comedy-not-tragedy.html' title='Honey, It&apos;s A Comedy, Not A Tragedy!'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-1342882528201554691</id><published>2008-04-15T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:55:25.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Save Me</title><content type='html'>I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it....&lt;br /&gt;So why are you still telling me this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I could hardly think of anything...&lt;br /&gt;C'mon...&lt;br /&gt;He's not the only one...&lt;br /&gt;Bet a million of girls are in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;Of Course.&lt;br /&gt;Why not anyway?&lt;br /&gt;It's not impossible and I have no rights to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the first case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who bothers if he treated me well?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm the only being treated well or something.&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm not really in love with two person at a time...&lt;br /&gt;SO COULD SOMEONE ACTUALLY HELP ME GET THROUGH THIS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really..&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard....&lt;br /&gt;Really hard...&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is working.&lt;br /&gt;Music, Drinking, Friends, Going to a Pub...&lt;br /&gt;NO GOD DAMN THING IS WORKING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thats the second case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not emo.&lt;br /&gt;So Please.&lt;br /&gt;Stop Judging me.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go....&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Emo Girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't they just leave me alone and let me settle my issues on my own?&lt;br /&gt;God Damn It.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still like him after a year..?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still miss him after he's gone..?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why are all these happening in the first place..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-1342882528201554691?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1342882528201554691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=1342882528201554691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1342882528201554691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/1342882528201554691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/04/somebody-save-me.html' title='Somebody Save Me'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-6639447514916139672</id><published>2008-04-10T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:30:06.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something On My Mind</title><content type='html'>Fatality.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what happens when you try to end your ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted. He said 'ssup.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing Much I Guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could I care?&lt;br /&gt;It's all a bunch of lies.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, Im only waiting for another tragedy to write my next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music today was pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;My partner and I completed our song and it's pretty much Techno or Dance.&lt;br /&gt;...I hope we're going to record it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time is lingering, I think about him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best solution was to stick with music.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my band and I are going to continue creating songs since we produced the first one.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, I want to continue being  a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;So is another He.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love with two person at one time.&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss another Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second Him doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't intend to let him to.&lt;br /&gt;But I will still meet him when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because you are Something On My Mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-6639447514916139672?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6639447514916139672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=6639447514916139672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6639447514916139672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/6639447514916139672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-on-my-mind.html' title='Something On My Mind'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-3237823650498960476</id><published>2008-04-08T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:32:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of Fate</title><content type='html'>The school bus was not fully occupied today.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped up and sat at the second row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was fast asleep, tuesday sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Monday Blues, Tuesday turns purple.&lt;br /&gt;I took out my MP3 and switched my previous song to A Beautiful Lie.&lt;br /&gt;I looked out of the window and realized,&lt;br /&gt;How life is being wasted through people who just laze around, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored the pathetic fact and looked down:&lt;br /&gt;I realized it was time that I update my MP3.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'll do that everyday if I could.&lt;br /&gt;With new songs, and new emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached school when the sun was fully arised.&lt;br /&gt;I stretched myself , got off the bus and walked the path to my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the year 5 and 6es are going for a trip today.&lt;br /&gt;So, the school will be empty.&lt;br /&gt;Children laughing and joking about what they are going to do in Da Lat.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't smile ever since he left me.&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't, I just... can't.&lt;br /&gt;Thats my nature, why can't people just accept me for who I am?&lt;br /&gt;Please, Don't judge me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just... Being myself.&lt;br /&gt;Not being Emo, or Gothic, or whatever nonsense that comes through.&lt;br /&gt;So, why can't my own parents just accept me for who I am?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to pretend?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to be so hideous?&lt;br /&gt;Why...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-3237823650498960476?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3237823650498960476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=3237823650498960476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3237823650498960476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/3237823650498960476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/04/irony-of-fate.html' title='The Irony of Fate'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847373801696477979.post-2601811111487414379</id><published>2008-04-07T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:48:21.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Roses</title><content type='html'>Elegant.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what you feel when someone just whisp past your life?&lt;br /&gt;People these days are just plain dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;They try to create a sitcom out of life.&lt;br /&gt;A story.&lt;br /&gt;A drama.&lt;br /&gt;Only fools do that.&lt;br /&gt;Life is Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Why mess with it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such lies....&lt;br /&gt;A perfect denial...&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful life to believe in...&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you crash from those clouds that used to hold you up high,&lt;br /&gt;You get hurt in the end.&lt;br /&gt;And you will never want to move forward again.&lt;br /&gt;You lie there, waiting for someone to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;Hold you up high again,&lt;br /&gt;And let you fall without a notice.&lt;br /&gt;You cry and sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Roses are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Most haunting,&lt;br /&gt;and in ways that it can represent a persons feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Every word,&lt;br /&gt;every expression...&lt;br /&gt;They no longer work nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;You need something to cling on?&lt;br /&gt;Cling on to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;No one can help you.&lt;br /&gt;Because, people deny the fact that they drag you down and let you fall,&lt;br /&gt;And you cry and sulk again.&lt;br /&gt;When that happens,&lt;br /&gt;Think and look back.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847373801696477979-2601811111487414379?l=musicistheappetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2601811111487414379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1847373801696477979&amp;postID=2601811111487414379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2601811111487414379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847373801696477979/posts/default/2601811111487414379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicistheappetite.blogspot.com/2008/04/black-roses.html' title='Black Roses'/><author><name>Eunice ‡№Ⅺ‡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801313618525175652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYV3zv0jQVE/SiKohkP1T0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wENaQ5n9OXY/S220/DSC00049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
