<?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-29930403</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:56:21.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAH.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29930403.post-115721518519122192</id><published>2006-09-03T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:39:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the pain of fear.&lt;br /&gt;not being able to hate nor love with that free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly have no idea what to do with my life. at this rate, i'm better off dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115721518519122192?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/115721518519122192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29930403&amp;postID=115721518519122192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115721518519122192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115721518519122192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-pain-of-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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-29930403.post-115721424260094822</id><published>2006-09-03T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:24:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;meme to kill boredom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have read a book before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Canada. (GRRR! SOOON! i swear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been on some sort of sports team.&lt;br /&gt;I have watched cartoons for hours before&lt;br /&gt;I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;I have played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;I swam in the ocean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have seen fireworks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have almost drowned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I have listened to one cd over &amp; over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;I have had stitch(es).&lt;br /&gt;I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stayed up til 6am doing homework/projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;I have been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;I have been rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;I have played videogames/com for more than 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;I have watched The Power Rangers before.&lt;br /&gt;I do / have attended Church regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I have played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I have already had my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve called someone stupid. And meant it.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve played basketball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve played softball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve swam on a team.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve climbed a rock wall before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve called myself an idiot&lt;br /&gt;I’ve called someone else an idiot&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cried myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had (or have) pets.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve owned a Spice Girls cd. and or tape&lt;br /&gt;I’ve owned a Britney Spears cd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve owned an N*Sync cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve owned a Backstreet Boys cd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve mooned someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve sworn at someone in authority&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in the schoolnewspaper / insights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on TV (called in on CNA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on the other side of a waterfall&lt;/strong&gt; (erm, do the fake ones at the swimming pool count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched all the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched the 3 Stooges at least once.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched “Newlyweds” Nick &amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve watched Looney Tunes before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been stuffed into a locker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been called a geek.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve not studied at all for a test and aced it.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met a celebrity / music / TV artist.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been attracted to someone much older than me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been tickled till I’ve cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tickled someone else until they cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve had / have siblings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been to a rock concert&lt;br /&gt;I’ve listened to classical music and enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been picked last in gym class&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been picked first in gym class or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ive been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve cried in front of my friends&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read a book longer than 1,000 pages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve freaked out over a sports game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve vomited in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve washed someone else’s vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve ran away&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a fight with someone on txt&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a fight with someone face-to-face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;I’ve forgiven someone who has done something bad to me (HAHAHA! neh.)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve personally seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been confronted by a police officer but got away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve lost someone who meant the world&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;end-. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115721424260094822?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/115721424260094822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29930403&amp;postID=115721424260094822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115721424260094822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115721424260094822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/2006/09/meme-to-kill-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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-29930403.post-115675705586624466</id><published>2006-08-28T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:24:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for all the concern, all else is cool. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115675705586624466?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/115675705586624466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29930403&amp;postID=115675705586624466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115675705586624466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115675705586624466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-for-all-concern-all-else-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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-29930403.post-115633059317883661</id><published>2006-08-23T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:56:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know im so gonna regret typing this emotional shit entry, im just going to go ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;for countless times, i've started an entry; only to find that it is ultimately stupid or its going to turn out so awfully emotional and so i just close the window altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i do not love God as much as other girls do. and perhaps yes, i've changed.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the 'love people for who they are' theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the sentence that comes after that. they love you too much for you to stay the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a mighty long struggle. right from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, i got into poly. wanting nothing but to get over and done with it.&lt;br /&gt;i thought orientation was lame and the freshmen were nothing but monkeys so that the junior year students can have their fun with their lame-arse forfeits and punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still thought about jon and how things would turn out to be. even now, i still allow myself to dream about how things would have been like. it sounds mighty silly, but it would have been perfect. it seems that fate/God plays a funny game. when things seem to be turning out so well, everything crashes and it becomes nothing but crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hate myself for getting mad at jon. i still don't know why i got so fucking angry and scared. it felt so real that i got fucking scared. if i were to be given a second chance, i would do things so differently. i really should have gone with him. only if i picked up that call, and i composed myself well enough to allow the both of us to make calm, sane decisions. things would have been fine. i told myself that i will not allow myself to regret this decision. but the truth is, i do regret it. and there's nothing i can do about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i met someone new, i thought everything was going to be okay. but this is so much more complicated than before, and i fucking hate it.&lt;br /&gt;people change. i've changed. have i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to know where all of this is heading, but right now, i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;where has the fucking insanity went? the fucking insanity that taught me to say that its okay to wait. because right now, i have no idea what i am doing. no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to take it a step at a time. i don't go for cell or service, but i know i love God.&lt;br /&gt;he told me that christians who don't live it out right ain't christians. im not denying that that is true. but christians are human beings. I AM HUMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am more secular as compared to other christians girls. i really have no fucking idea what im doing okay. im just being myself and suddenly i have to be absolutely holymoly to gain the right to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because im not absolutely holymoly, that means that i only deserve to be lamearse jerks who fuck and run all the time? is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go to church, and attend cell week after week. but i only do so because i asked to do so. it defeats the purpose of it all doesn't it? you said you'll wait until i decide to go back to church; because i want to, not because you want me to. i know where you're coming from. but i can't help but have insane thoughts running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to be good and holymoly so that i can be in a relationship? i have to change to be someone i don't quite want to be now, so that i can keep this going? i don't even know how i feel. im fucking angry, fuming mad, bloody upset, lost. its driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how i feel towards the guy i was in love with. i look at him and i feel a strong mix of so many feelings, i really feel like giving up now. i feel like saying, since im no longer the girl you fell in love with a year ago and you really think i've changed, then why don't you just let go and move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts you when i say such things. but be mindful, it hurts me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you still love me and you want to see me change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a fucking fool.&lt;br /&gt;because i don't even know how to feel. and it seems i can't control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bloody fucking fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a year, all it has come to, is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate life's foolish games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-29930403.post-115591735097490955</id><published>2006-08-18T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:09:11.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is high time to go back to swimming, running and tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115591735097490955?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/115591735097490955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29930403&amp;postID=115591735097490955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115591735097490955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115591735097490955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-it-is-high-time-to-go-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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-29930403.post-115418853740362789</id><published>2006-07-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:55:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's been a long, long time since I looked into the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that I was blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now my reflection's getting clearer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you're gone things will never be the same again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's not a minute that goes by every hour of every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're such a part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just pulled away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm not the same girlYou used to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I said the words I never showed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you had to go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I died just a little, and I feel it now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that I would cry just a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to have you back now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that silence is loud when all you hear is your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wanted so badly just to be a part of something strong and true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I was scared and left it all behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you had to go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I died just a little, and I feel it now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that I would cry just a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to have you back now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm asking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm wanting you to come back to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never will forget that look uponYour face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you turned away and left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a trace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I understand that you did what you had to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you had to go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I died just a little, and I feel it now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that I would cry just a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to have you back now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surfing friendster as a sneaky anonymous character and it amazes me how much people have changed. suddenly i realize how i hadn't seen some people for dino ages. one got married, the other one went abroad, juniors graduated to colleges. it's funny how i hadn't seen them for so long but yet somewhere in my heart, i still do care the same way for these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still concerned about whether couples are still together. i get upset when i discover some have gone their separate ways, and fearful that some might. and of course, i feel relieved and secretly blissful to know that some are still together after 6 long years.&lt;br /&gt;its almost as if i can feel their joy and i share that joy. perhaps that the main reason why i believe that relationships do work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever grow tired of someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems right to say that it has been a long time. but then again, i don't think that it's long enough a period. how can i ever measure eternity? it feels so real and vague at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a promise to myself; that someday, i'll run away. someday.&lt;br /&gt;to some where far and foreign. i like the tingling feeling that fills me up when i'm somewhere unfamiliar. it feels so void but yet so strangely satisfying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the smell of sun warmed grass. it reminds me of my childhood. have you ever smelled that scent? it's raw and refreshing. so clean, warm and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll like to roam the streets alone. as the night falls, i'll embrace the loneliness. i wouldn't care less if the emptiness overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carelessness&lt;br /&gt;i'll just embrace it; just as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115393478739922950?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29930403.post-115384548751695204</id><published>2006-07-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:38:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight's a beautiful night. breathtaking views.&lt;br /&gt;its so pleasant to meet people with depth (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wished i could write and fully express myself with words so eloquent and descriptions so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you as certain dark things are loved,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;secretly, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hidden within itself the light of those flowers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thanks to your love, darkly in my body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you simply, without problems or pride:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but this, in which there is no I or you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29930403.post-115155110969464574</id><published>2006-06-29T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:18:29.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever had a day when all sorts of crap seem to happen to you at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD SUCH A MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 6.30 this morning. to me, that is frigging early. people who know me well enough will know that i usually have trouble waking up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;so basically, the intention was to reach school by 8 to print the TV proposal and bind it. and then go for class after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was contemplating if i should bring the lappy. well, thank God i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things don't always happen the way you planned them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to school only to realize that the labs and library opens at 8.30. some of you may be thinking that i could have gone to the cyber centre right? well, it opens at 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited. and some kuku brain cells of mine decided that i should go to the mac lab to print it. turns out that the alignment of my proposal ran and everything just went wrong. the worst thing was i got someone else into trouble as well.&lt;br /&gt;minqi had to print her proposal too. and since i had a MC for yesterday and today, i could have let her print first. but noooo, tammy didn't think of that at that point of time. WHYWHYWHY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jdskfjsafhuweif *&amp;*%%$$ djfeurwoq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now she has to get an MC and probably some part of her grade deducted as well.&lt;br /&gt;i know she'll probably never read this and people who read this will think i'm such an arse.&lt;br /&gt;but babe, i'm so so so so so sorry ...&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i was so flustered and frustrated that i behaved like an arse ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i still ended up printing it at the library. whatthepok.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so frigging flustered and frustrated. no point crying over spilled milk. yes yes. but still. GAAAAAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called the nemo and boohooed.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for not reprimanding me for being so last minute. i know you probably wanted to but thanks for being considerate and keeping it to yourself. muchlove &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soft copy of the proposal has been sent to miss chee&lt;br /&gt;and i have printed the hard copy and marked the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have never felt any worse and guilty ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really need to snap out of this last minuteness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115155110969464574?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/115155110969464574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29930403&amp;postID=115155110969464574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115155110969464574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115155110969464574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/2006/06/ever-had-day-when-all-sorts-of-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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-29930403.post-115151495375521068</id><published>2006-06-29T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:21:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always tell myself that i will go blog about something when i get back, but i never get down to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since these 'must-blogs' have accumulated for a while, i don't remember all that i want to blog. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, after procrastinating for a relatively long time, the TV proposal is finally done. YAYNESS! (:&lt;br /&gt;thank God the fishie helped me with my radio script on monday night. i didn't realize that audio pro was on tuesday. screams.&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost done with this semester and i still don't know my timetable. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many funny conversations these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered asking jasmine about colors. oh mansss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;a happy blue?&lt;br /&gt;(( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. FINAALLLY. the mommy's home! ((: this is extreme yayness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY GET HOME COOKED FOOOOD &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without the risk of food poisoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do realize that all my thoughts are like splatters of random bits.&lt;br /&gt;indication that it's bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soooo need to break out of this late-minute disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115151495375521068?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/115151495375521068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29930403&amp;postID=115151495375521068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115151495375521068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115151495375521068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-always-tell-myself-that-i-will-go.html' title=''/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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-29930403.post-115107258351061927</id><published>2006-06-23T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:23:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its gonna be 3 more days till the mommy comes home. and i finally got my arse down to cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the fact that my brother doesn't do the dishes and help clean up isn't comforting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness gracious. the MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's well now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. nemo woke me up this morning, shocking me with the fact that CDS and Electives selection starts today. so basically, i woke up and everything was in a horrible mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CDS! Electives! Oh good Lord. I have no idea what to take. GOODNESS! The girls are not up yet! -frantically phones Jas, Xinya and Karmen. AHHHH! CDS! Piggie! Oh dear. Carrot. No! CDS. NO! Carrot!!  URGH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it is. social psycho followed by broadcast performance. i'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how i survived the whole day eating junk. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beef jerky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rice dumpling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coco pops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beef jerky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;strawberry yogurt drink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still contemplating if i should fix some pasta for dinner. i know i'm plain lazy. but i absolutely hate washing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meanwhile, this is going to be so darn random. but, heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY mommy AND daddy came for ALLL of my dance and drama performances too. since i was a kid. AHA!&lt;br /&gt;they videotape and photograph every single special precious moment of my growing up years.&lt;br /&gt;the truth is that is no big deal because every child is special in the eyes of their folks. and every parent, when given a chance, will do that for their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i choose to do, i'm convinced that my folks will be proud of me. (:&lt;br /&gt;every parent will be proud of their kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.  there, i got it off my chest. i'm over and done with that issue a long time ago. just that, i've been resisting the temptation to blog that chunk for the longest time ever. and i don't see why i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poly days will be the best days and time of my life (:&lt;br /&gt;and did i ever mention that i have &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; climbed over gates until i got to TP?&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;what a funny disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115107258351061927?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/115107258351061927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29930403&amp;postID=115107258351061927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115107258351061927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115107258351061927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-gonna-be-3-more-days-till-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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-29930403.post-115071722088407046</id><published>2006-06-19T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:40:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back into the blogging madness again.&lt;br /&gt;the freedom of writing what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and feeling stupid about being all so melodramatic thereafter. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up duper early this morning to go sun myself. but turned out it poured forever.&lt;br /&gt;so the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b: "the sun's coming out. i can feel the heat"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;t: "erm. but it's raining."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b: "a while more. sun's coming out already."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-silence-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;t: "i think we're getting drenched in the rain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. need. to. sun tan. must. sun. tan.  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i finally went to the doctor regarding the stupidly depressing scars on my legs. the cream's 30 buckeroos. WOOT. it better work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you mossies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fresh start&lt;br /&gt;new job&lt;br /&gt;new slip ons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUM's my sugar high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29930403-115071722088407046?l=eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/feeds/115071722088407046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29930403&amp;postID=115071722088407046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115071722088407046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29930403/posts/default/115071722088407046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponymouspropriety.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-into-blogging-madness-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mysticalcomplexity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538250004546169885</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>
