<?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-18264740</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:09.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss the snow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113685377260910582</id><published>2006-01-09T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:42:52.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling unsually solemn this morning. Dear blog, I wish I could fill up your spaces with something sad. What's ironic is, the whole week has been anything but -sad-. Only a few occasions, but otherwise, everything was happy. =) Lets start from the top, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3Z is a great class~ Full of bubbly people and personalities. Sometimes I ask myself whether I belong in here, whether I am truly a literature person, or just a pretender trying to hide amongst the crowd...but thoughts like these just poison your mind. Even though sometimes I feel as if I am not good enough, I know I am in the place I always wanted to be! Because with my own hands and heart, I chose this.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, lessons are kinda fun too~ I sit under, actually in the middle of two fans, thus it's basically like the north wind blowing at you all day. Quite nice, but am not quite able to appreciate as right now there's monsoon rain. Quite soon my fingers will turn blue, methinks. O.o I don't want them to fall off. T_T Eh, quite sad that there're not many people I know...but I got pamela! Pamela rocks, huhu. And there're many people in chinese class that come over, like Jingting and Sharon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons...they're all good. We got good teachers! ^^ Especially like bio and lit, though. Maybe this will change...but in bio, it's just pure information. Pure facts, pure theories-- we learn about other lifeforms, cells and stuff! Rocks. xDD Lit the teacher is fun! Dnno about the teaching yet, tho. Set text hasn't started yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu. More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113685377260910582?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113685377260910582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113685377260910582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113685377260910582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113685377260910582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-unsually-solemn-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113581380277275099</id><published>2005-12-28T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:50:02.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish you had stayed, for five more minutes, I was about to say- I forgive you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Huhu. Glantz songs are nice! &lt;3~ Should listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspeakable evil yesterday...let's just hope us backdroppers won't die eh? &gt;_&lt; My shirts I wore for the sessions are all stained...I need...new ones...*sweatdrooppp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for homework and my state of soberness...THEY'RE NONEXISTANT, HAHAHA! *muttermutter* I can't believe myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:48am loves you.&lt;br /&gt;So do I.&lt;br /&gt;The clock is my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Though its having a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;And thus I am stranded on tutu island surrounded by pastel pink ballerinas.&lt;br /&gt;OMGNUTCRACKER *diez*&lt;br /&gt;And then I rot while my ashes congeal in a coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113581380277275099?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113581380277275099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113581380277275099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113581380277275099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113581380277275099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/12/wish-you-had-stayed-for-five-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113572651107989931</id><published>2005-12-27T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:35:11.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Huhu...it's 7:28...I should be getting to school but I suddenly have the urge to blog. o_o Yeah...urges, you know you can't resist them...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing much about today so I shall talk about yesterday!  Yesterday was backdrop...nothing much to say la. Paint and paint and play abit...laugh alot...dirty everywhere then scrub and clean all the gooey cups then go home. Seems to be going rather slowly but oh well. I'm sure we can finish it~ I won't lie and say I didn't feel sian at some points of time...or many points of time but sooooo? Everyone feels sian during meetings- 'tis a natural cycle. It's how you deal with it that matter. ...er...have to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came home~ ate the sour ...long candy thing while waiting for interchange bus...&lt;br /&gt;Came home ate udon with chicken soup! My dad is so good at cooking!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Then did my chinese compo...then after awhile realised there was NO CHINESE TUITION. =_= Went to maple~ xD No need to elaborate...&lt;br /&gt;Slllleeeeeeeppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Eat orange.&lt;br /&gt;Drink Milk.&lt;br /&gt;Slack. =x&lt;br /&gt;...I'M LATE JDHFKD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zoom*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113572651107989931?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113572651107989931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113572651107989931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113572651107989931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113572651107989931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113550945851615411</id><published>2005-12-25T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T03:17:38.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa...tagged twice. Greeeeaaattt. o_o Now I have to do 10! Well, 5 first...xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Post 5 random and weird facts about yourself, then at the end, list the names of 5 people whom you in turn infect.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hmm...I'm a very...obsessive person...o_o. When I get obsessed with something I am OBSESSED-- meaning that if I'm obsessed with maple all I want to talk about normally is maple and I start playing maple every second and forsake other things...however, I get bored easily and thus my obsession changes alot and without warning. T_T I dunno, that's what my friends tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. xD I seem to have a 'scared' look towards strangers. Do you know that this is like almost the 20th time this year this sentence has been said to me: "Don't look so scared...I won't bite..." Like what the?! *muttermutter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My dreams consist of video game like action...with fighter moves and everything...and jumping...and the big monster chasing me around stuff...^^"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I sit like a trishaw rider when playing the comp-- 1 leg up! Yohoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite phrase online: Huhuhu! (Owl sound. &lt;_&lt;&gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Infects:&lt;br /&gt;Jingting&lt;br /&gt;Zhixin&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;Angela (HA!)&lt;br /&gt;Pamela (HAHAHA!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113550945851615411?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113550945851615411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113550945851615411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113550945851615411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113550945851615411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/12/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113455972729823269</id><published>2005-12-14T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:31:11.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Camp TIES yesterday, and it really rocked! Though it was mostly hard work, the times we had fun we had ALOT of fun and the times of rest, though sparse and few, were peaceful and rewarding. I also learnt to look frm other prespectives more often~ like the QM's. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenting, piak piak piak!&lt;br /&gt;Gadgeting, knot knot knot!&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking, drip splash drip!&lt;br /&gt;Orderly-ing, clang clang clang!&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, chop spread chop!&lt;br /&gt;Health-ing, clean drag, clean...xD&lt;br /&gt;Wood and water-ing, ...chop wood chop? (o_o *blinkblink*)&lt;br /&gt;SRIT, SSCCRREEEAAAMM! (Ennjooooyyy~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have more initiative next year! And not stand there like a blur-pot floating away in a river! &gt;_&gt; &lt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt;), sitting on the grass eating, the cheese in the spaghetti, untying the gadgets, pushing Pamela on the trolley thing (haha xDD!), raining with Jiani (xDDD), having PatrolOfHonor in the dead of the night, cheering with all the sec 4s (and getting to know the side of them I never knew ^^), pulling pegs, knocking them in, the rough feel of the guidelines, the milo, the cornflakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathebreathbreathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the boiled eggs, the pinewood disinfectant, our green tent, the newspaper, groundsheets, orienteering, banging into weilings kayak during kayaking, the manito game, the campfire, the happiness, the tiredness, the everything. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever forget!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singapura, Singapura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Row, row, row your boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hhhheeeeyyyy, hey Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a little trip around Singapore town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiasu song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINE city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113455972729823269?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113455972729823269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113455972729823269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113455972729823269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113455972729823269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-came-back-from-camp-ties.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113412791374420712</id><published>2005-12-09T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T03:31:53.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOOYA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There is a louder shout to come&lt;/span&gt;, there is a sweeter song to hear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the nations with one voice, all the people with one fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bowing down before Your throne, every tribe and tongue we'll be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the nations with one voice, all the people with one King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And what a song we'll sing upon that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O what a song we'll sing and O what a tune we'll bear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You deserve an anthem of the highest praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O what a joy will rise and O what a sound we'll make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You deserve an anthem of the highest praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now we see a part of this, one day we shall see in full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the nations with one voice, all the people with one love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No one else will share Your praise, nothing else can take Your place;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the nations with one voice, all the people with one Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And what a song we'll sing upon that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even now upon the earth there's a glimpse of all to come;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Many people with one voice, harmony of many tongues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We will all confess your name, You will be our only praise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the nations with one voice, all the people with one God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And what a song we'll sing upon that day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow...YF camp was awesome. We sang that song on thursday night, when we had an extended worship session. Even though we were an hour and a half behind schedule and all of us were tired and aching somewhere or another (me too, my tailbone had a bruise from all the situpping on the concrete floors...YEAAAHHH. &gt;_&gt;) there was just so much enthusiasim and well...the spirit of God flowing through us! I wasn't in choir or anything but I just sang. At the top of voice. Everyone did. It didn't matter if anyone sounded like a duck with a sore throat or if they were just plain bad at singing, what came out of our mouths was pure praise...&lt;3 Up there is a beautiful song~ can you believe? The whole world coming together to love God at once? And the joy, ringing through every street and reaching up to the height of the heavens...x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too blabbery to continue, will do later! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113412791374420712?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113412791374420712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113412791374420712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113412791374420712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113412791374420712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/12/woohooya.html' title='WOOHOOYA!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113262280080251808</id><published>2005-11-21T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:31:00.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGRELIENT K RELIENT KRELIENT K!!!11!!!!!SHIFT1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEIR SONGS ARE STUCK IN MY HEAD IT'S TOO GOOOOOOODDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;WTH ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE??!&lt;br /&gt;GO AND LISTEN TO THEM OR SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;too...&lt;br /&gt;good...&lt;br /&gt;RELIENT K RELIENT K RELIENT K1!!!!!!1111111!!11111!1!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See, I'm too high to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;RELIENTKRELIENTKRELIENTK! *plugplugplug*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113262280080251808?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113262280080251808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113262280080251808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113262280080251808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113262280080251808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/11/omgrelient-k-relient-krelient.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113256699868854223</id><published>2005-11-21T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T02:00:29.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itochers</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Song lyrics are so ready made they scare me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be My Escape&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Reliant 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up, I'm giving up slowly, I'm blending in so&lt;br /&gt;You won't even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate&lt;br /&gt;This one last call that You mentioned is my one last shot at redemption&lt;br /&gt;because I know to live you must give your life away&lt;br /&gt;And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and&lt;br /&gt;I've been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up I'm doing this alone now&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how&lt;br /&gt;He's told me the way and I'm trying to get there&lt;br /&gt;And this life sentence that I’m serving&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I'm every bit deserving&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and&lt;br /&gt;I've been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hostage to my own humanity&lt;br /&gt;Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made&lt;br /&gt;And all I'm asking is for You to do what You can with me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't ask You to give what You already gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and&lt;br /&gt;I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging&lt;br /&gt;You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought You for so long&lt;br /&gt;I should have let You in&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we regret those things we do&lt;br /&gt;And all I was trying to do was save my own skin&lt;br /&gt;But so were You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113256699868854223?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113256699868854223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113256699868854223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113256699868854223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113256699868854223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/11/itochers.html' title='Itochers'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113248504800141626</id><published>2005-11-20T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T03:53:51.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"No--you can't! Don't go...please..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate puffs of air come and go, and hot vapor escapes my lips, hanging in the air like mist before it fades as if it never came. Frantic movement. I could almost touch you, if I just reached a little farther--but if I did, I would never be able to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts, pulsing in the space between us. I can feel it, thudding painfully through my bones and piercing through my fragile heart. ...I can feel it so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're standing against the door, coat half on. The material slides easily over your shoulders and before I know it I can't see your face. It's hidden underneath your parka. The atmosphere is so thick I'm afraid it'll swallow us whole. Which is why I don't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands brush hesitant against the wood. My resolve waters down and I almost start to cry, but before the first tear forms behind my eyelids your voice cracks harshly through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut the hell up for a second, would you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so harsh I cringe, shocked back into the same awkward solemnity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This blood...flowing through my veins...it hurts...it hurts, you see? You'll leave and you'll have stolen all the beauty I've ever known and then everything will be empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This can't go on any longer." You say, voice shuddering with a shattering finality. "I have to go. I must. This--this is for the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands clench at my sides. It is your turn to cringe, and I see the shudder travel down your body as I feel my skin tear with rage. No, not rage. ...just disappointment. Memories flash through my mind like a fast-forwarded movie and my eyes start to sting again. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I -can- do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want so badly to never let you go. I can't stand to see another person touching the color I once possessed. ...but...I-I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind clumsily gathers all the convulting emotions within me, all the mistakes, all the passion, all the despair, and my eyes concentrate everything into one last gaze. It treads carefully over your shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I reach out and touch your arm. The soft skin stirs up another wave of hurt but I give all I can to keep it down. I lean forward, trying to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gaze stops me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door creaks open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your figure disppears through the doorway. Something sparkles as it descends to the ground. I stoop, trying to pick it up with my fingers. It smears over my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you crying...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IwantyouIwantyouIwantyousomuch--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees collapse and I sink down onto the parapet as the pain that I've been holding in for so long bleeds down my cheeks like blood. A whimper escapes my throat, then a shaky, haggard sob. It hurts so much now I could kill myself, but I know I cannot. The tears burn until I am emptied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts to let go--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I just wanted to kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113248504800141626?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113248504800141626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113248504800141626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113248504800141626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113248504800141626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113144869298479334</id><published>2005-11-08T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:18:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's in your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Heaven's in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And its beggin me to lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Waiting for a little more of those words you wanna hear but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The silence weighs on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I think it's time to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Before I go, you gotta know why nothing's ever clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Said I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting to know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I dont even understand myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So don't ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I'll have to walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you try to stop and save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it all falls down, when it all falls down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I've tried but I can't change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So go ahead and blame me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it all falls down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cos it'll all fall down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the spider web, I'm trapt by what I've said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cos you can see, I'll never be what you really want so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll just hide behind this attitude, dissolve my pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's made the choice to keep your voice from creeping to my inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Said I'm waitin for you, I'm waitin to know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't forgive if I won't let you help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What do you want from me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I'll have to walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you try to stop and save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it all falls down, when it all falls down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I've tried but I can't change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So go ahead and blame me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it all falls down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cos it'll all fall down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even if I tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even if I lied to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It wouldn't make it any better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well now, even if I lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The one that I would choose would be you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Said I'm waitin for you, and I'm waitin to know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I don't even understand myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So don't ask me why, don't ask me why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I'll have to walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you try to stop and save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it all falls down, when it all falls down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I've tried but I can't change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So go ahead and blame me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it all falls down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuz it'll all fall down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, then oh, when it all falls down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it all, when it all falls down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, yeah, it'll all fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it all Falls down - the Calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's PMS day.&lt;br /&gt;Get away. Get away. GET AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113144869298479334?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113144869298479334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113144869298479334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113144869298479334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113144869298479334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/11/heavens-in-your-eyes.html' title='Heaven&apos;s in your eyes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113142851730530831</id><published>2005-11-07T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:47:04.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay Diary. xD</title><content type='html'>Dearest Blog,&lt;br /&gt;Yaaayyyy! Goat farm trip was fun! Jasmine couldn't come (&gt;_&gt;"...). Most of the bus ride there I spent talking to Pamela about wierd stuff, and then when we rode back I read a storybook and got carsick. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goats milk rocks! Wierd aftertaste, but the lack of flavor is good. Don't like milk with flavour--it reminds me it's milk. I rather just drink it and forget I drank it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooon the tour we first observed the goats getting milked by this machine...which was really wierd. It looked uncomfortable but they didn't scream...or make sounds...or anything...which means it's not uncomfortable. Or they're just used to it. Who knows? Wierd. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My vocabulary is malfunctioning today. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their poo looks like chocolate balls. If you look from far away. And the guide told us the difference between pasteurised (&lt;-- ...bad spelling) and sterillised milk! Did you know that pasteurised milk is actually heated up to 75 degrees? o_o That's hot. Still amazed that the proteins can still survive. I thought that if it was too hot they couldn't--and thus, very obviously, hot in science in a rather relative term. And sterillised milk, is well, 100+ degrees! O____O That's so...so...hot... Am still amazed it didn't evaporate and become powdered milk...andandnand that they put madmade proteins instead of the natural ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*former respect for milk totally destroy* Man make proteins?! Man makes PROTEINS?! How in the world do you make proteins, combine stuff? o____o Whoo...whooha...another scary fact: Cow's milk is acidic, and if you mix it with goats milk (alkali) it'll give you dia...dia...diarrhoea. Yes. Diarrhoea. (Whatever...x_x.) But the stupid thing is that you can mix it with anything else, even fruit juice and stuff. Isn't fruit juice acidic?! Like orange juice?! Why doesn't THAT give you diarrhoea huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS COW'S MILK EVEN ACIDIC? THE TEXTBOOK TOLD US MILK WAS ALKALINE! ;____;&lt;br /&gt;...science is full of exceptions and very confusing, especially when you hear the exceptions all at once. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDANDAND then we went to feed the goats with hay. The younger ones are uber-fussy and they only ate the leaves...the older ones took anything they got. o_o Reminds me of humans. Aaaah they had so many teeth but when they ate out of your hand they just licked and it's so ticklish and they're so cute and adorable annnndd...yeah. *love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Got free goats milk too. ^^ Cheese!)&lt;br /&gt;(As in the happy smile cheese, not eating cheese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the sea and far away&lt;br /&gt;                      She's waiting like an Iceberg&lt;br /&gt;                      Waiting to change,&lt;br /&gt;                      But she's cold inside&lt;br /&gt;                      She wants to be like&lt;br /&gt;                    the water,&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the muscles tighten in her face&lt;br /&gt;                      Buries her soul in one embrace&lt;br /&gt;                      They're one and the same&lt;br /&gt;                      Just like water&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;                      But most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;                      Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;                      But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;                      I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;                      But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;                      You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;                      You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;                      to me&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On comes the panic light&lt;br /&gt;                      Holding on with fingers&lt;br /&gt;                      and feelings alike&lt;br /&gt;                      But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;                      To move along&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;                      But most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;                      Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;                      But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;                      I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;                      But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;                      You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;                      You're.... the other side of the world&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;                      Can you let me go&lt;br /&gt;                      And can you still love me&lt;br /&gt;                      When you can't see me anymore&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       most of everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       Is full of tired excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       But it's too hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I wish it were simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       But we give up easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       You're close enough to see that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       You're.... the other side of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       Ohh.... the other side of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       You're.... the other side of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       To me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the other side of the World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113142851730530831?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113142851730530831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113142851730530831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113142851730530831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113142851730530831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/11/hay-diary-xd.html' title='Hay Diary. xD'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113138109121334960</id><published>2005-11-07T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:31:31.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudgit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dear Blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Freak this. Freak it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What's the use of being liked, liking others, doing what you want, when you can't ever be where you want to be the most? I envy you. I want to have a function; you have a clearcut one- to be a bloody blog. Thanks for sticking by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...I'll just drown myself in my music. No, this is not all about me, just so you know. Extremely tempted to just immerse myself into my well-used pool of self pity, but yeah. Trying to restrain myself. I always try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This reassuring thing doesn't seem to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Human minds are scuplted to the perfect edge of selfishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Freak it aaaalllll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113138109121334960?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113138109121334960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113138109121334960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113138109121334960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113138109121334960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/11/fudgit.html' title='Fudgit.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113110522350287545</id><published>2005-11-04T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T03:53:43.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll over!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm in love with BBMak. All their songs. Weakness = boybands + crooning. They just sound more sincere, I guess...and sincerity really rocks. (Ok...'rocks' sounds really dumb now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I can write anything I want here!&lt;br /&gt;So I say BBMak rocks! Listen to them! Whoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monopoly is fun. I actually won for once! Milo freezes also = hard to finish, even between two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the stepping on shoe thing was really low, Becky. I'll get my REVENGE! ...someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113110522350287545?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113110522350287545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113110522350287545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113110522350287545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113110522350287545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/11/roll-over.html' title='Roll over!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113084840834422413</id><published>2005-11-01T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T04:35:48.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Release your innovations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natasha Bedingfied - Unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish life was like a map. So I could see my own destinations, decide how to go here or there in the fastest way possible...so I wouldn't have to spend my minutes in solitude, surrounded by warmth yet feeling cold inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to experience those draining moments where I ask myself : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What am I doing here? What am I? What will I be doing for the rest of my life?&lt;/span&gt; And my mind draws a blank. As if I was a lone person in the middle of a snow blizzard-- trying to follow footsteps that others have left, yet losing my way when white snow covers each print. Eyes trying to see into a distance, straining to catch a glimpse of a sun...feeling more and more empty each time when flying particles obscure my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a goal, I want a vision. I want to make myself matter. But what can I do when I feel I have taken on the skin of a wanderer, with nowhere to go...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make these years important to me. Somehow. Inch by Inch. Wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine + Julia + my cake was not bad, but not that great either. Chaota...;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciiiaaaaooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113084840834422413?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113084840834422413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113084840834422413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113084840834422413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113084840834422413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/11/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113042611138772530</id><published>2005-10-27T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:18:16.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day as 2H.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special day deserves a special title. ^^ Today, we spent our last day as 2Heitchers...sigh...so sad...next year we'll be officially sec 3s, eh? More responsibilty...more work...looking forward to it, yet dreading it. Time really passes before you know it. o_o *hugs* Blog, you're the best diary in the world! &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what stream everybody is in, we'll all still be the same inside. Even though we change classes, we'll always have the same unity and spirit. MUAHAHA! Yup, I shall now silently wish all Sec 2s the best of luck! *wishes silently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Man. I'm going all mushy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our guides seniors announced the campfire commitee today and made us present our proposals. I'm so incorrigibly soft, it was embarrassing...I was sooo soft they had to coax me! Gurgh. It's not that I'm scared, but...I dunno! This is frustrating. xP Maybe I should go 'Aaaah' very loudly every day to train my voice! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire is coming so soon...feeling nervous already. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides all the stressful and potentially mind-deteroriating stuff-- I got my reportbook back today, yay! Literature = my worst subject, WHY?! I actually chose pure literature, for goodness' sakes-- why?! My personal choices are not good, not good at all...but it'll be fun. ^^ Shall not regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with the rest of my results-- at least they didn't get a C. x_x Not good and not bad, I guess. My class also had a sort of 'farewell' for Ms Chia, Mrs Eng and Ms Lavina, and it was really great! The music videos made by Yanyi and Sh were awesome. *heart* I'm gonna miss the teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah! Must talk about photos. (I seem to be reporting everything in the wrong order. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;Photos are fun because you can smile until your mouth hurts and see how dumb you look. xD But when it actually looks good you feel good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum chasing. Bye, seeya blooooggg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Angela, don't feel so down, okay? *hug* Me and Becky etcetcetc will always be behind you. You are never alone! Don't kick your own self-esteem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113042611138772530?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113042611138772530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113042611138772530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113042611138772530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113042611138772530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-day-as-2h.html' title='Last day as 2H.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113033610543071857</id><published>2005-10-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:21:05.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was such a magical poofy day! [/sarcasm]</title><content type='html'>Dearest Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a bucket to stuff myself in so that I can roll down the hill near my house to get away from everything...if I don't die from knocking into a car I'll probably smash into a contruction worker, a contruction vehicle or the big trench they're digging into the road-- so either way, I win! If I'm gonna smash into a car, I want it to be a four-wheel drive or one of those sleek, graceful looking cars...then at least I can croakwith style. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that today was embarrassing...it was more of irritating...it was actually quite good for half the time, but then everything went spiralling down afterwards. -_-" It fooled me! &gt;_&lt; Well, lemme narrate the events since I have nothing to do anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: &lt;strong&gt;Extra Long Morning Assembly -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Irritation Meter 10%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think there were more than twenty announcements! x_x The words were just going past my head like "Burmburmzurm Murmdudurm..."... ...My eardrums were taking a coffee break or something...and the soundwaves got trapped in my ear and started bouncing around like a pingpong ball! The prefect kept on pausing too-- I bet she was having tons of trouble reading all the illegible handwriting. I pity the prefects who have to read the morning announcements...but by Secondary 4 they'll definitely have enough handwriting deciphering skills to turn proffessional, so I guess that turns out alright, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Ms Leong with another longer speech about some important stuff I forgot because I normally forget important stuff which seems important but is in reality really easily forgettable...^^" But it's practically one of the last speeches she'll ever get to give to us, because she'll be moving school next year...sounds wierd, but I'm going to miss her. I like her speeches. They sound so eloquent and easy on the ears! &lt;3 Brainfood. The rest of the school day went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn, dundundundun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: &lt;strong&gt;Butt-Kicking Disguised As Combined Activities with Red Cross (But I Know Better &gt;_&gt;") - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irritation meter 20%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three matches of captains ball in all. It was actually quite a fun concept, 'cause we had water balloons tied to our wrists! The number of balloons left after the game (unburst) also affected scores, so...we had to take care of them...o_o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise, I burst one even before the game started and wet half my shorts! xD (Splattered Zhixin too, Muahaha) Water balloons are so scarily fragile...-_- In the end I had to get a new one. My balloons looked medium sized but they were sooo heavy I felt as if I was carrying two big fat watermellons by the wrist...*sweaattdrooopp* Still more fortunate that some people though, ...yes, they got gigantic ones...O__o" But the killer one was normally accompanied by a really puny one, so alls fair in ...er...captain and ball, I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two games guides triumphed, but unfortunately our last group was vertically challenged and thus got trashed badly by red cross who had really tall + pro people. -_- I couldn't keep up. I was just huffing and puffing and looking like an idiot. Whee! But even though we lost, I think we all tried really hard, especially quincy. If she wasn't there we'd be trashed alot worse. So go quincy and our team, at least we tried, right? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a fall, where I landed on my butt with another red cross on top of me. I came out unscathed because my butt is quite cushiony (don't laugh, if I had a bony butt I bet I would have broken my buttbone...wait...butts have bones?!) but the other person was 'Owww...' ...I hope I didn't kick her by accident or something. &gt;_&lt;" Oh well, it's all over. And my shorts dried after that! And we got lollipops...apple flavor. &lt;3 Slurp. After that Jingting, Szehong, Pamela and I went to the comp lab and had some fun...discussing about the video and basically chatting + relaxing. *grin* Thus I was in a good mood after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: &lt;strong&gt;Very Irritating And Embarrasing And Disgusting Event I Shall Not Disclose -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Irritation Meter 80%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people in this world are really sick...not referring to anyone I know, don't worry. Just...ugh. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth: &lt;strong&gt;How In the World Could That Happen?! -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Irritation Meter 95%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* Don't laugh, please. So, I was walking kinda fast next to a wall...and I squeezed behind a chair...and I lifted my foot to step...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOKWHAMOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bit toe actually hit the corner...of...you know the wires on the outside of the wall leading to a powerpoint? They can't be exposed so it's normally covered...like a retanglish pipe...yeah...I dunno la. But ANYWAY, I hit it. And thokwhamow the SHARP corner (why, WHY did it have to be sharp?!) stabbed my toe and practically drilled a hole in my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My facial expression:&lt;br /&gt;O_____o"...&lt;br /&gt;...T____T.&lt;br /&gt;;_____;...&lt;br /&gt;...-___-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe, your suffering shall not be in vain...&lt;br /&gt;...I still can't believe I hurt my toe on a wire covering. Oh, the sshhhaammmmeee! x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my blog, is basically the end of my irritating day.&lt;br /&gt;...I dread tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113033610543071857?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113033610543071857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113033610543071857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113033610543071857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113033610543071857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-was-such-magical-poofy-day.html' title='Today was such a magical poofy day! [/sarcasm]'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113023339640343439</id><published>2005-10-25T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:46:55.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iodine</title><content type='html'>I'd rather not understand what I'm listening to.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather let these words wash past me and let my ears cease to comprehend. I'd rather listen to Japanese, vocally acrobatical Spanish, even Chinese, 'cause my chinese isn't that great. Not to say I don't enjoy english songs, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to understand for once. I don't want to dissect every word for just one millisecond. I'd rather listen to a torrent of words I don't know, flowing past my ears in a form so pure and natural and untainted, rather than pure plain english that I'm trained to infer into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English songs are just like human relationships, twisted and tangled and stretched beyond comprehension. -_-" Like vines sooo difficult to grow, painstaking to nurture, yet easily torn by deceit sharper than a carving knife. If you don't tae care of them they'll die as well...When they're strong, you're stuck in them. You can't let go, they'll never let you go and they hold you firm, and keep you safe. To an extreme case they suffocate you. If they're too weak they tear and give way at the slightest movement and you fall towards the ground to your death. If you're too shy to even plant these vines they'll never grow, and you'll never expreience the security these vines and give. You'll always be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, some vines rot, yet some vines stay strong. Some go slack, always there but yet not. However, som rare ones bloom. Extreme winds and rains may buffet these vines, but if they and the gardener stays strong they always pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to be content cradling rotting plant parts...or will you work till you get your first flower? No matter how hard it takes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have a green thumb, but I'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113023339640343439?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113023339640343439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113023339640343439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113023339640343439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113023339640343439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/10/iodine.html' title='Iodine'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113023088670687948</id><published>2005-10-25T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:01:26.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for neglecting. Yup, stuff has happened, sad stuff and good stuff...stuff that happens so fast that you don't even know what's happening until it's already over, and stuff that goes by so slowly that you just wanna GET IT OVER WITH -now- before you suffer brain damage-- but you get my point right? ^^ Stress is finally over...streaming is still a worry but I can't be bothered about it now. I shall just wait until next week to scream and die and scream again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia and Jasmine were talking about sleeping in the nude, can you believe it? I'll never try that even if I was paid money. o_o ...Wait. Depends on the amount of money too, duh. (Haha) But of all the things to discuss in public...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they have endless gossip ammo about each other.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. An eyeball-dropping amount of blackmail. Enough incriminating evidence to BURY THE WORLD AALLLIIVVVEEE! Lame...but it's true...then Julia and Zhixin were poking Jasmine about her clothes and she got irritated. -_-" Yup, going out brings out the worst and the most embarrassing parts of everyone...but thats what's nice about our group of four. We laugh really loudly and are an embarrassment to ourselves and Singapore itself, but we have a great amount of indulgent fun. (The outrageous kind of fun...*sweatdrooooppp*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff from Coffee Bean is incredibly delicious and expensive. Xing Tong, didn't buy, so stole from Jasmine and Julia. Jasmine was nice. Julia was nice too! xD And then the cherry floating in the coffee mush got stabbed-- and an epic began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[facts not to scale]&lt;br /&gt;Julia: You either EAT the cherry, or leave it ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;Zhixin: -pokepokepoke- Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -wiping the cup clean with cherry-&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I said...! EAT IT OR LEAVE IT ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;Both: ...(of course we ignored her.)&lt;br /&gt;Julia: -snatch- (Maniac face! &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;[facts definitely not to scale by now]&lt;br /&gt;Zx + me: xD&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: O__o"".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. What if they have blackmail on me?! O__o Aaah! Guh, they'll never take me! x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's basically what happened in our outing last time. Other than the painful feet...very tiring to walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today we also watched a really great movie called 'I am Sam' About a mentally impaired father and his smart daughter seperated by court...it's really sad...I don't know what to say about it. Although some facts were not that realistic, the ending really clinched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out later that all the songs played in the background were Beatles! &lt;3 What a way to portray the mood. The cast acted very well- the emotion was so real... ...(wahhhhhhh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Wish everyone luck for streaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Zhixin for some dumb reason keeps on saying my blog is boring because I'm just describing. Well thankyouverymuch my friend! &gt;_&gt;"" It was just a period in my (kinda dumb itself xD) life that made me wanna do descriptive all the time. Not as if I'm always that boring...-_-"" Alright, wait. I'm trying to defend myself now?! THE ATROCITY! *goes to bang head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be as interesting as anyone else, thanks. I might flop at times, but everybody flops! &gt;____&gt;" Blogs for for your own freedom of expression and like an internet diary, m'dear-- it does not have to tend to the masses. So yeah. I'm done. *muttermutter* ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113023088670687948?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113023088670687948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113023088670687948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113023088670687948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113023088670687948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahem.html' title='Ahem.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18264740.post-113022851229663328</id><published>2005-10-25T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T01:21:52.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Well, 'tis a new start to a new blog with the same stupid address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me and my mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18264740-113022851229663328?l=snow-descended.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/feeds/113022851229663328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18264740&amp;postID=113022851229663328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113022851229663328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18264740/posts/default/113022851229663328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snow-descended.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460059748430850170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
