<?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-5372455763689091480</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:30:29.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, Interrupted</title><subtitle type='html'>"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring" -Marilyn Monroe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-6642159213533157760</id><published>2008-12-21T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:52:31.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi vey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been ages since I updated my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What has been happening with me? I've been on a very fruitful holiday this christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School is over and I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can't wait to start college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I'm very busy to update my blog because I'm spending a lot of time with friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, I will post some pictures asap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ps. I miss you all, all my friends in Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Will see you guys soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special Anouncement:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;INESSA! I MISS YOU, DEAR! Ugh, can't wait to hang out with you again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have things for you when I get back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wait for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; TO EVERYONE AND A &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372455763689091480-6642159213533157760?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/6642159213533157760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=6642159213533157760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/6642159213533157760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/6642159213533157760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/12/oi-vey-it-has-been-ages-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-4394162123716550784</id><published>2008-08-25T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:35:16.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that the one person that wasn't supposed to let us down probably will.&lt;br /&gt;You'll have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time.&lt;br /&gt;You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when someone broke yours.&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight with your best friends and maybe even fallen in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;You'll blame a new love for the things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you will eventually lose someone close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too many pictures&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laugh too much&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love like you've never been hurt&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every 60 seconds you spend angry or upset is a minute of happiness you will never get back.&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/5372455763689091480-4394162123716550784?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/4394162123716550784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=4394162123716550784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/4394162123716550784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/4394162123716550784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/08/live-life.html' title='Live Life'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-3795578683784326095</id><published>2008-08-09T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:22:50.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sit still and say nothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its 11pm and I'm a little cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its time for me to rant and share my all time pet peeves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  First and foremost, this has got to be my BIGGEST pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to show every etiquette and manners out there but FOR MY SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you say EXCUSE ME? when you want to walk pass me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans especially those silly aunties don't know how to say a simple excuse me and it gets me everytime. I'm sorry if I get rude and ask you to say excuse me because hello? I think I have the right to. You don't just bump your way through as if you're the queen or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEARN SOME BASIC MANNERS, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Horrible body odor. OH MY LOOOOORD!&lt;br /&gt;Get a deodorant. It cost 2bucks.&lt;br /&gt;SHEEEESH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Silly internet people who still go around saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intro please"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm xxx, 15, and study in this school"&lt;br /&gt;"LOLSS"&lt;br /&gt;"LOLXX"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The total lack of style some people have today. You don't go to town wearing slippers, skimpy top and a pair of short (ugly,plain) shorts.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you look sloppy and don't ever...EVER give the weather as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I know its humid and hot, but you look horrendously bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who pick their nose in public! Especially in the train.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely hold on to anything in the MRT, can you imagine... you hold on and you don't realise you're actually in contact with a booger? EWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372455763689091480-3795578683784326095?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/3795578683784326095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=3795578683784326095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/3795578683784326095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/3795578683784326095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-sit-still-and-say-nothing.html' title='I can&apos;t sit still and say nothing!'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-2560168056146949138</id><published>2008-08-07T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:03:34.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE YEAR 2012, DECEMBER 21.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're all going to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will develop cancer  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will have heart attacks  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will be hit by cars   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will kill ourselves   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will be accidentally poisoned  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will be killed by injuries at the workplace   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will die from nutritional deficiencies  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will drown   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of us will be murdered   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some of us may, possibly, be murdered by terrorists, if it is not a typical year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing you do will keep you from dying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No amount of money will keep you from dying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No color-coded alert system will prevent your death.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No government, military or corporate campaign will prevent your death.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your death is inevitable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You will die.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT! I have my dearest Martian to take me away in her UFO-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Suckazzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, the point of this post is to show you guys the FIRST &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP MOTION &lt;/span&gt;video I made in like 2hours &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;(more like 2 days,shhhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For le idiots out there (again)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop motion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;frame-by-frame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;) animation is an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; animation technique to make a physically manipulated object appear to move on its own. The object is moved by small amounts between individually photographed frames, creating the illusion of movement when the series of frames are played as a continuous sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/INESSA_0001.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5372455763689091480-2560168056146949138?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/2560168056146949138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=2560168056146949138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/2560168056146949138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/2560168056146949138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/08/year-2012-december-21.html' title='THE YEAR 2012, DECEMBER 21.....'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-439964457854550031</id><published>2008-08-06T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:22:17.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapism {probably the longest post.ever.(yet)}</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have any of you tried typing/writing without thinking of what you are going to write about? You just let your fingers do the talking and you end up with something quite amusing and amazing at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It happens to me often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I call it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESCAPISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for all the idiots out there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Escapism is &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;mental diversion by means of entertainment or recreation as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an "escape" from the perceived unpleasant aspects of daily stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It can also be used as a term to define the actions people take to try to help relieve feelings of depression or sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;IN OTHER 'SIMPLER' WORDS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The tendency to escape from daily reality or routine by indulging in daydreaming, fantasy, or entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadness" title="Sadness"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Dear, dear sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am pushing myself through each minute and I am getting stronger. I imagine my veins as threads of stone and my blood as the color of the sky tonight. I'm tempted to leave this nice, little girl I possess dead in my tracks. The sensation of you crawling towards me for rescue has me jumping in my shoes. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." I'm sure you do. I have more control than you think. Look me straight in the eyes. The morning felt unbelievably long and I entertained it myself by sleeping through it. When my eyes finally opened, they landed on what was suppose to awake me from sleep an hour earlier. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I miss you, a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;" is what he said. I stared back at the words for almost a minute than unknowingly laughed at him as if he had been in the room with me. In truth, I suppose it did catch me off guard, but my mind has been swimming for weeks now. I was ready. I preceded in my response, which included the dead fact that I did not truly love him anymore. I have fallen. Fallen out of love, I should say. And honestly, if feels almost as delightful as falling in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The warm sensation of being completely free is stunning. I feel like I have wanted this for so long. The entirety of it is the best part. It is not in sections, but an actual whole. My skin screams freedom. This sanity is written on my face just as clear as if it had been done with paint.  I feel strong, and elite, and pure, and joyful. And absolutely none if it involves you. I figure that is the best part of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The independence. The satisfaction is tugging on my soul, forcing me to smile. I love me better this way. Yes, I love me better this way. Ears are getting tired, tongues are getting stiff, and parched lips beg for water. Lips gently part as a swollen tongue darts quenching quivering lips. I can clearly taste the restlessness coarsing through my blue-blood veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still, I breathe -- a whisper of consistency in this world, a force to have and hold. A hand swats my shoulder, convulsing with the laughter to a joke I have missed. The touch shocks the left of my body, feeling as if mice are what scatters lively across my ivory bones, wakening whom was idling. Idiling in a rest that eclipses a whole and different wod entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artist, dear artist, do you always fall for your masterpiece? Well something must be left behind, and naturally it'd be you, Muse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I once could be quoted saying, "I rather to never hear, smell, taste, see nor feel ever again." The world is everything and more too me, and you my love, are the Muse that inspires me, and whom I'll leave behind for my very own masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep within our shell of shells, we are all selfish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone is parallel to my left ear. Water is in the rims of my eyes, like it always is, but this time it is dry. I am tripping over my own words. Where is my head? I never trip over anything and especially never my mind. Where is my control? My mouth opens, then closes. My mouth opens, then closes. &lt;strong&gt;Say something! Say nothing! Say something!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"  I shake my head. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. My teeth grind just behind my lips. He hesitates. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say something&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When I was younger, I would change the caps around to trick people. They would pick the green marker and find a yellow, instead. I found it amusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." A chuckle floats from the reciever into my ear. &lt;strong&gt;Sharp inhale&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;em&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;..I am not making any sense. Lets just talk about something else&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;" My body starts to shut down, all doors begin to lock. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No. Continue. Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say nothing. Say something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That's how I feel. Someone has taken the caps off of all my markers and exchanged the tops. I...I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Only you, my darling. Only you. The height of your voice is only as tall as you let it climb. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You, Erin, are everything anyone can wish too be. Untainted - stay that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." Lungs collapse, fire and sparks sodden my hollow stomach, and muscles tense in absolute pleasure. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhale&lt;/strong&gt;, you make me forget to breath. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My darling sun, you're everything. And so much more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Passionately&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your own very silver of the moon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372455763689091480-439964457854550031?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/439964457854550031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=439964457854550031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/439964457854550031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/439964457854550031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/08/escapism-probably-longest-posteveryet.html' title='Escapism {probably the longest post.ever.(yet)}'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-5203846477370312831</id><published>2008-08-03T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:36:58.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some silly vid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm too lazy to edit my earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/MOV00011.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;enjoy the vomit! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372455763689091480-5203846477370312831?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/5203846477370312831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=5203846477370312831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/5203846477370312831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/5203846477370312831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-some-silly-vid.html' title='Just some silly vid.'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-2598211148968103670</id><published>2008-08-03T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:27:49.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;It's simply astonishing that most of the world's population don't know that they're bringing our planet to its knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're killing our planet. I don't have to explain to you guys as to how this is so since you all probably know all about it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I want our planet to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I want the other animals living on this planet to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You humans have lived happily enough.&lt;br /&gt;Now give back or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;oh my lord, i sound like Mrs. Ching -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372455763689091480-2598211148968103670?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/2598211148968103670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=2598211148968103670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/2598211148968103670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/2598211148968103670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/08/world.html' title='The world.'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-5580674706948458555</id><published>2008-08-02T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:36:54.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DEVIL SPOKE TO ME......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THROUGH A MUDPIE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=011small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/011small.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically today, was full of giggles and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with my bestie martian, Inessa!&lt;br /&gt;I never laughed so hard after a mudpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we all know, Inessa LOOOVEEE playing with her food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hardcore singaporean accent ENGAGED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;GIRL AH!, BAD HABIT OKAY? YOU GO ON A DATE, CANNOT DO THIS HORRR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;FROM THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=005small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/005small.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;TO THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=006small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/006small.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oink oink! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; martian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=018editedittt-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z168/blaisevideos/018editedittt-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;*ugh ,my feet hurts from all the flea hunting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5372455763689091480-5580674706948458555?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/5580674706948458555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=5580674706948458555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/5580674706948458555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/5580674706948458555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/08/devil-spoke-to-me.html' title='THE DEVIL SPOKE TO ME......................'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-444354661101768930</id><published>2008-08-01T22:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:36:54.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get creative,GEEEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm really bothered at the fact that all these "new" movies are coming out that are basically just american remakes of japanese films. i mean, the originals were awesome enough, you really don't need to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example; the eye, the ring, one missed call, the grudge...&lt;br /&gt;Now, BATTLE ROYALE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, the originals were amazing and the remakes rarely never comes as great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean aren't people creative enough to make their own original plots and storylines. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372455763689091480-444354661101768930?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/444354661101768930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=444354661101768930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/444354661101768930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/444354661101768930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-creativegeeez.html' title='get creative,GEEEZ'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-6476371898340163997</id><published>2008-07-30T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:50:52.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL OF THE DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, I fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever, so does Johnny. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;whats the lawl jonny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;I made a note on my phone, to cut my nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;2 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;because I knew I'd forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, the note came and I'd completely forgotten about it beforehand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;That's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;otherwise Mrs Wong would be disappointed that I didn't cut my nails as she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;even though she doesn't even teach me, she's still quite kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;Haha,awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;Johnny? All sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;How rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;.....This is where the good stuff starts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;you can't judge a book by its character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;cover*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;COVER&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;COVER&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;COVER&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;COVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm on crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, especially my cover, which in all honesty, is just a facade&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;as I'd mentioned before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;IDC.&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to screenshot that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;go ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT FIRST&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;i have to figure out how to in my laptop first.&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;does it have a print screen button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;then that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;do i press shift&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;alt?&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;la belle vie. says:&lt;br /&gt;FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Goremeister] Breaking The LAWL says:&lt;br /&gt;which part you want to screenshot anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol. JUST LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372455763689091480-6476371898340163997?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/6476371898340163997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=6476371898340163997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/6476371898340163997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/6476371898340163997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol-of-day.html' title='LOL OF THE DAY!'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-2701998059855184321</id><published>2008-07-30T13:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:10:19.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6,193 days ago, i was born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Your star sign is Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Peridot.&lt;br /&gt;The season was Summer.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Chinese year of the Sheep.&lt;br /&gt;The US President was George H. W. Bush (Republican).&lt;br /&gt;The UK Prime Minister was John Major (Conservative).&lt;br /&gt;You are 16 years 11 months 14 days old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is 17 days until your next birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;(that's right! i better be getting presents from you guys! hahaha jaykay!&lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In dog years you are 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 6,193 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You are approximately 148,638 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You are approximately 535,097,120 seconds old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;took this idea from neh's blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dayof birth.co.uk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;check it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty snazzy stuff! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*stuck in class,bored*&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/5372455763689091480-2701998059855184321?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/2701998059855184321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=2701998059855184321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/2701998059855184321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/2701998059855184321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/07/6193-days-ago-i-was-born.html' title='6,193 days ago, i was born'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372455763689091480.post-4838794467015723921</id><published>2008-07-28T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:40:18.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise.Perfection.Phenomenal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2nbg589.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of you have already guessed, I suck at keeping a blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You guys might be already thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Whatever, give it a week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See, I realized why I never managed to keep a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I put so much stress on one post, to make it all perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It only results in somewhat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; 'trying too hard'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therefore, time to remove 'flawless' out of my blog vocabulary and just let my words flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of perfection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have noticed how much people try to be perfect when they can only become a certain type of person. Why try to please everyone? Sure sure, you're just living up to standards but there is a point where it become a little to superficial and foolish, no offence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see kids around me trying, eventually dying, to please their parents so hard that they stop thinking about who they want to be. This is where I move to 'individualism'. Sometimes, I just blame the so-called "generation gap" between parents and their children. Maybe LONG LONG AGO, things like piercings,tattoos and other 'crazy' things kids do nowadays, were labelled a form of rebellion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time is changing. And so are we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People especially adults, need to accept the fact that the world is now a completely different angle. As the world change, the substance of the mind changes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My point is, everyone should just choose who they want to be. Stop forcing yourself to be someone you're not. Well, of course, if you plan to sell drugs and smoke weed your whole entire life, that's a whole another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I leave you with some words to ponder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I would rather be &lt;b&gt;hated for who I am&lt;/b&gt;, than loved for who I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ps. I PROMISE to keep this blog safe and sound ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372455763689091480-4838794467015723921?l=touchantaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/feeds/4838794467015723921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5372455763689091480&amp;postID=4838794467015723921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/4838794467015723921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372455763689091480/posts/default/4838794467015723921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchantaux.blogspot.com/2008/07/promise.html' title='Promise.Perfection.Phenomenal'/><author><name>MERDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07239913944445655531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSO81Izv1oU/SIXE0bpuukI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTQBj2RQV1Y/S220/058BLUETINT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2nbg589_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
