<?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-481732262790128110</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:27:15.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl of her life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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>344</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481732262790128110.post-9028137391307101120</id><published>2009-07-27T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:18:59.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i just saw news from somewhere man u's coming to asia. most probably, &amp;amp;with much luck, they'll stop at sg &amp;amp; humiliate the national team again.&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm absolutely not a big fan of the singapore team 'cuz they do suck.&lt;br /&gt;anybody saw the match last night between liverpool &amp;amp; the national team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-0&lt;br /&gt;how much more pathetic can it get, right? not a single goal. srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back home twenty minutes ago. gobbled down my dinner in five. been typing since ten minutes ago. (meanwhile, on twitter.) twitter's fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filming for bhavna was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda bad for making her retake so many scenes. i either forget my lines, forget to enter the scene, or just burst out laughing. jiale's face looks really funny. bryan's just..bryan. ..&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp;he should totally sign on to mediacorp. he can act extremely well. million times better than i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially find msn a waste of time. twitter's more awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. gotta get down to the books.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-9028137391307101120?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/9028137391307101120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=9028137391307101120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/9028137391307101120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/9028137391307101120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-i-just-saw-news-from-somewhere-man.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2128817620993451396</id><published>2009-07-26T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:04:15.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so life's been like a dead man's heartbeat lately.&lt;br /&gt;you go through the motions. it's kinda boring. nothing to liven it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT SIMS THREE. (i feel like i'm doing a commercial. -_______- )&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back with screenshots. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sucha show off. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. alrighty. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2128817620993451396?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2128817620993451396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2128817620993451396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2128817620993451396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2128817620993451396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-lifes-been-like-dead-mans-heartbeat.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5115537117818068274</id><published>2009-07-23T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:48:51.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;i no longer hope for anything between the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems possible anymore.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. not gonna sound like a fucking lovesick fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5115537117818068274?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5115537117818068274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5115537117818068274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5115537117818068274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5115537117818068274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-no-longer-hope-for-anything-between.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2744905914394470757</id><published>2009-07-21T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:29:57.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll do anything to move outta here. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's not because of my mom today. my mom's attempting really hard at being nice.&lt;br /&gt;for once, i'll try to accommodate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try to guess who it is. honestly, i doubt you'll ever find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ cutting down on post here. yes, i do mean it now. i hardly even blog about anything. moving on to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;livejournal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess tinkletown will be really happy that i'm not blogging that much anymore. &amp;amp; it isn't because of tinkletown i'm not blogging often. tinkletown is a fucktard. duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2744905914394470757?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2744905914394470757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2744905914394470757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2744905914394470757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2744905914394470757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-do-anything-to-move-outta-here.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1582224136560354624</id><published>2009-07-19T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:10:13.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/cute%20quotes/theluckyist1/cute%20quotes/ththlikeyou.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d198/theluckyist1/cute%20quotes/ththlikeyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this one. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1582224136560354624?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1582224136560354624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1582224136560354624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1582224136560354624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1582224136560354624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d198/theluckyist1/cute%20quotes/th_ththlikeyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481732262790128110.post-1353015098518459213</id><published>2009-07-16T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:17:50.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;to tinkle town, whoever crap you are:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first. let us all be literal about this- my ass isn't on the road. i've got better things to do, unlike you, obviously. technically, why would anyone put their ass on the road, right? guess you didn't know that. (:&lt;br /&gt;gosh, like srsly dude, do you have an issue? no, strike issue. ISSUES. oh, wait. from the last time you tagged, your english really do SUCK. so, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;what on earth did i even done to you in the very first place? killed your mom? pushed you down a flight of stairs?&lt;br /&gt;if you really hate me that much, get lost. no one pointed a gun at your head and forced you to tag. just so yknow- i'm not pissed off. in fact, i'm laughing at your stupidity to come here &amp;amp; get yourself mad at my posts (and me). it's really hilarious when you come to think about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly, whatthehell did i even do to him/ her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1353015098518459213?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1353015098518459213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1353015098518459213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1353015098518459213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1353015098518459213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-tinkle-town-whoever-crap-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6800366848456504201</id><published>2009-07-13T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:17:54.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like an elastic band that had been stretched till the rubber turns white.&lt;br /&gt;it wants to snap back to how it was, but there is always something holding it back.&lt;br /&gt;just a while more to the defining moment.&lt;br /&gt;reality sucks, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6800366848456504201?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6800366848456504201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6800366848456504201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6800366848456504201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6800366848456504201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-elastic-band-that-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-8427895445434692936</id><published>2009-07-12T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:49:09.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;HARPER'S ISLAND FINALE IS ON TONIGHT!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait. sooooooooooooooooo tempted to go on wikipedia to search for the second murderer. &amp;amp; the facebook wall dedicated to harper's island most probably have said who already.&lt;br /&gt;i'm staying off all the sites that has harper's island information. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still can't wait.hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe trish wouldn't kill her father, but henry does hate him. maybe it's henry, or jimmy. it can't be shea or sully or danny. they value their life too much in é show. there might be a chance that abby's psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's either ABBY, HENRY or JIMMY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharmala, i wanted to. but were giving each other those googly eyes &amp;amp; smiles, it was so sick. it feels weird to break 'em apart. -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-8427895445434692936?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8427895445434692936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=8427895445434692936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8427895445434692936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8427895445434692936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/harpers-island-finale-is-on-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2607896454903135699</id><published>2009-07-11T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:26:07.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i am gonna rant. pissed off bigtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so i was on my way for tuition today. &amp;amp; before getting onto the blooody mrt, i needed to top up my card. while i was waiting for my turn at the ticketing machine, i realised that the train was coming in four minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okay, just so yknow- in four minutes, you can top up your card &amp;amp; get into the mrt concourse, AND STILL WAIT FOR THE BLOODY TRAIN TO COME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but here's what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the couple in front of me was taking their &lt;strong&gt;OWN SWEET TIME&lt;/strong&gt; choosing a standard ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;they were like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitch:&lt;/strong&gt; dhoby ghaut, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bastard:&lt;/strong&gt; thought you said we were going to orchard first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitch:&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah. so, orchard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bastard:&lt;/strong&gt; we can always go to dhoby ghaut first. &lt;em&gt;-smiles at bitch-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitch:&lt;/strong&gt; okay. but should we go to orchard to collect the stuff first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&amp;amp; they went on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on for THREE whole minutes.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I MISSED MY TRAIN ALL THANKS TO THEIR MUSHY CONVERSATION WITH SWEET LIL SMILES &amp;amp; ELECTRIC EYE-GAZING AT EACH OTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bloody hell. DO YKNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD FUCKING DO FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO TO MACDONALDS AND DECIDE WHERE YOU WANNA FUCKING GO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME TO WAIT FOR YOU TO DECIDE WHERE YOU WANNA GO RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TICKETING MACHINE WHEN THEY CAN TOP UP THEIR CARDS IN A MINUTE OR SO &amp;amp; GET ON THE TRAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;maybe you'd be going on about why couldn't i use another ticketing machine. the one right beside it was out of service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gosh. they should have taken a cab &amp;amp; see whether the cabby will throw them out or not. most likely, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fucking assholes. was late for tuition because of them too. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it wasn't being late that pissed me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it was that no one stands in front of the general ticketing machine to DECIDE were they wanna go. you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;decide somewhere else FIRST&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;THEN YOU BUY YOUR STANDARD TICKETS.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; no one in the queue is interested in your bloody mushy, disgusting, hairstanding conversation okay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i was sooooooo tempted to ask them to screw off so that i can top up my card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;argh. couples. TAKE A FRIGGING CAB, FOR THE LOVE OF TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2607896454903135699?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2607896454903135699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2607896454903135699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2607896454903135699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2607896454903135699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-gonna-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5123783177430510949</id><published>2009-07-11T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:39:57.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a lil tempted, no, screw lil. i'm am &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;tempted to delete my profile from every social networking site. that includes blogger even though it isn't exactly &lt;em&gt;social networking&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;facebook's dull. friendster, i don't even go there anymore. hmmmm, what else? okay, i have no idea right now. head's in a mess. couldn't catch enough winkies last night. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARPER'S ISLAND IS ON SUNDAY. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twait&lt;br /&gt;can'twait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i figured jimmy mance shouldn't be the killer. it should be TRISH. mwahhahaha. okaaaay, this is getting retarded. i'm gonna play sims 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to save moolahs up for sims 3. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5123783177430510949?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5123783177430510949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5123783177430510949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5123783177430510949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5123783177430510949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lil-tempted-no-screw-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-3611895390783142847</id><published>2009-07-08T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:13:53.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw this on livejournal's 'writer's block'.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;do you think it's okay to tell little lies about small things to avoid hurting someone's feelings? or is there no such thing as a harmless lie?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay to tell little lies about small things to avoid hurting someone's feelings. agreeeed. but, one has got to go around it the right way. i mean, you have got to lie well (unlike me). there would not be a point if someone sees through your 'little lies'. you end up hurting the person's feelings even more.&lt;br /&gt;there's such a thing as a harmless lie. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schooool.&lt;br /&gt;was.&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis went pretty crazy writing the chinese character 'fang' on all my pens. so if you see the chinese character 'fang' on any pen, it belongs to me- not sis.  -_______-&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i swear she went mental when the price tag covered the word. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem test was fucked-up. i could hardly do any of the questions. oh, sod it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breath by breaking benjamin is playing on my itunes. gosh, the song is so so so so so suiting my mood right now. alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;social studies homework calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking miss you. there, i said it. but you aren't going to do anything about it i guess. just so you know, i really do need you right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-3611895390783142847?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3611895390783142847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=3611895390783142847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3611895390783142847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3611895390783142847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-this-on-livejournals-writers.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-4103820390411882197</id><published>2009-07-07T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:21:37.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit.&lt;br /&gt;it's next week.&lt;br /&gt;oral's next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-screams a long stream of vulgarities-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck are you when i need you?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;do you see the reason why i hate talking to you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i said i wouldn't blog so much, but i can't help it. really.&lt;br /&gt;school was awesome today. i don't know why, but it is. guess the new timetable gave us some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; i've been bringing food to school to eat during recess. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it's kind of convenient doing it this way because i'm too lazy to move my ass all the way to the canteen, queue up, &amp;amp; get a place to eat. the food at the canteen isn't all that fantastic and the tables aren't that clean anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;try surviving on the same food you've ate for the past two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;bloody hell, this isn't the world war II. we don't need food rationing or anything like that just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;if my grandpapa is still around, he would be telling me about living on sweet potatoes. oh, srsly, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's all for daily rants. i'll hang around facebook a lil more before getting started on homework. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-4103820390411882197?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4103820390411882197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=4103820390411882197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4103820390411882197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4103820390411882197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-8689789507877693892</id><published>2009-07-06T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:13:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brother is trying to improvise the pronounciation of bitch, so he pronounces it as "batch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here's what happen if you try to improvise &amp;amp; it happens to be suckish and nobody effing gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; batch, get off the comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(long pause.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; batch, i'm talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-innocently-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; huh? you were talking to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; yes, batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; what's batch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; can't you just say bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; wait, you've been calling me bitch?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; batch. not bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-8689789507877693892?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8689789507877693892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=8689789507877693892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8689789507877693892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8689789507877693892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brother-is-trying-to-improvise.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7935595350438323920</id><published>2009-07-05T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:45:57.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm having slurpeeeeeee. &amp;amp; getting a brainfreeze.&lt;br /&gt;homework still undone. haven't studied mole calculations. greeeaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth day tomorrow. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7935595350438323920?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7935595350438323920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7935595350438323920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7935595350438323920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7935595350438323920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-having-slurpeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-255785724055315877</id><published>2009-07-04T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:06:12.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in tube top and a cardigan, paired with a pair of jeans, wearing socks and sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;best part of it: i'm wearing specs.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are still puffy from yesterday. god. i look so horribly disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, sod it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-255785724055315877?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/255785724055315877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=255785724055315877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/255785724055315877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/255785724055315877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-in-tube-top-and-cardigan-paired-with.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6072650628871547810</id><published>2009-07-02T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:03:48.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"flunked."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to post so often anymore. (i really mean it this time.)&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning to my personal diary for rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect a post within two to three days yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna study twice as hard this semester! :D gotta complete physics first. jeez. -_______-&lt;br /&gt;not looking forward to chinese oral. gaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6072650628871547810?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6072650628871547810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6072650628871547810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6072650628871547810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6072650628871547810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/07/flunked.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-4735592918382078357</id><published>2009-06-30T17:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:46:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"memories of first love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am so freaking tired, i could just drop on my bed and sleep till tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GCE 'O' level chinese oral is on the fifteenth of july.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to pass with a distinction.&lt;br /&gt;i could give up wanting the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carlo rino&lt;/span&gt; tote bag to pass chinese oral with flying colours. that is how desperate i want the mark.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gonna do my physics homework. i doubt i'll complete it but i'll try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm gonna read chinese passages until i get rid of that dumbass accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; sarah is making me find out the killer in harper's island with her. so, no going online to watch beforehand. LOL. pray god it isn't jimmy because i find him really sexy in the show. hahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when i started out with the plan, i wanted to stop. now, i daren't stop, for fear the temptation gets too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-4735592918382078357?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4735592918382078357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=4735592918382078357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4735592918382078357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4735592918382078357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-of-first-love.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5919415132139316739</id><published>2009-06-29T18:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:18:23.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY, XINYI. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:75%;"  &gt;&amp;amp; i'm so sorry that i forgot. pretty caught up. sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so the school got pretty freaked over the H1N1 influenza thing, &amp;amp; decide to be extremely strict on temp. taking. jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;skip. skip. boo, boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okay, on about school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the much dreaded ten week routine just started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;they changed our time-table. which looks pretty great now. :D the day went by pretty quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;had sakae sushi after school with xinyi, kylie, zirui, xinrui, &amp;amp; deborah. it was awesome. ate till i couldn't walk. bloated. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm staying off japanese food &amp;amp; buffets for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; chinese 'o' levels are round the corner. i'm so totally freaking out. imma fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shit. what have i done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;goddamn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5919415132139316739?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5919415132139316739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5919415132139316739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5919415132139316739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5919415132139316739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fifteenth-birthday-xinyi.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7835084578122022489</id><published>2009-06-28T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:37:17.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting ___________ withdrawal symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;okay. just a few more weeks. i'm gonna see how long i can hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck, i think i might jump of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7835084578122022489?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7835084578122022489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7835084578122022489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7835084578122022489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7835084578122022489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-getting-withdrawal-symptoms.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-405212027079698936</id><published>2009-06-28T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:28:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gaaaaaah. i'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;this &amp;amp; that. OMG. i've not packed my bag.&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep at twelve tonight. jeeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-405212027079698936?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/405212027079698936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=405212027079698936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/405212027079698936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/405212027079698936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaaaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5220434397523823389</id><published>2009-06-28T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:32:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;ohmygod&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOMEWORK UNDONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (still).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics,&lt;br /&gt;physics,&lt;br /&gt;physics,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; more physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bottom line: i really hate physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5220434397523823389?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5220434397523823389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5220434397523823389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5220434397523823389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5220434397523823389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmygod_28.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1970716966658926263</id><published>2009-06-27T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:00:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"memories of your face."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaohui-jiejie just came by. talked a whole lot of stuff. like people that does a frenchie while watching kung fu panda. okay, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's this thing i find about french-kissing.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's revolting. not that i've done it before, but all the saliva and tongue thingy gets a lil bit of a turnoff at times. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that guy that acted jimmy mance in harper's island is really sexy. XD&lt;br /&gt;i so did not say that. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get back to watching harper's island.&lt;br /&gt;toodles. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1970716966658926263?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1970716966658926263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1970716966658926263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1970716966658926263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1970716966658926263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-of-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7185852812891237699</id><published>2009-06-26T17:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:02:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. humongous confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;i had forsaken my homework to watch harper's island. &amp;amp; i am gonna be really screwed when i get back to school because everything's not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you'll probably be wondering why i am watching harper's island on a friday. -_______-&lt;br /&gt;uhm, so here's the thing. when harper's island first premiered on channel five, it was really close to the common tests, and in order not to get killed for my already-predicted-to-be-horrible results, i did not watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;thus, here i am, catching up on the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first murderer is &lt;u&gt;john wakefield&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm guessing &lt;u&gt;jimmy mance&lt;/u&gt; is the second murderer.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he knows the island pretty well, since he lived there for close to his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;he's pretty good with boats. (hunter jennings &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;killed on the boat because someone rigged it.)&lt;br /&gt;he would have some sort of resentment towards abby mills because she left the island without even saying goodbye "from the rearview mirror".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; in episode 11, shea and madison is gonna find a file with his mugshot picture of him from seattle in the sheriff's closet. that probably means he must have committed a crime or something. he is bound to do that again on the island.&lt;br /&gt;but it would not explain why the sheriff would make a deal to exchange his life for jimmy's with john wakefield.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they're in this together. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it is kind of sad that he &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be the murderer. (note the might.) i was beginning to really like his character in the show. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a pretty creepy show, i must say. the way the people die, especially. i mean, you get kelly seaver dying with red INK in her eyes. and uncle marty dead because the murderer hacked his body into half. gruesome or what?&lt;br /&gt;the murderer is a complete maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll come in with more yakking after watching episode eleven. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7185852812891237699?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7185852812891237699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7185852812891237699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7185852812891237699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7185852812891237699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-637408111324009467</id><published>2009-06-26T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:07:44.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ohmygod.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;michael jackson is dead. i kid you not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i swore my jaw almost dropped when i saw the news. jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cause of death was, uh, cardiac arrest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-still in shock-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-637408111324009467?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/637408111324009467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=637408111324009467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/637408111324009467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/637408111324009467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2331923755342102821</id><published>2009-06-25T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:03:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"till the day that i found you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i caught a frigging cold. or is it a flu?&lt;br /&gt;but i've got hacking cough, so it should be a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is stuffy. everything i eat taste the same. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna spend my next three hours with a box of tissue, litterbin &amp;amp; my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to daryl for lending me his nike bottle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;two weeks. just two weeks more. before that, don't bother hearing from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2331923755342102821?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2331923755342102821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2331923755342102821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2331923755342102821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2331923755342102821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/till-day-that-i-found-you.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2935262089654416384</id><published>2009-06-24T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:00:56.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>throat is not getting better. if it doesn't get well by the time school reopens, i'll give school a miss.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;but that would only happen only if i manage to bribe mom into the evil scheme.&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;-evail laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to start on homework tomorrow. i've not watched a film for my film review. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just watch the movie on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin's reacting to some weird allergy. it's itching all over. god knows what i ate just now. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;ow.&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/481732262790128110-2935262089654416384?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2935262089654416384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2935262089654416384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2935262089654416384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2935262089654416384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/throat-is-not-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7857524386650261999</id><published>2009-06-24T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:03:17.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i will be, all that you want."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;great, that didn't sound new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the P5 workshop/ camp/ whatever you call it thingy today. it was fun. i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have movie marathon with my brother now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk. to. me. goddamnit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7857524386650261999?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7857524386650261999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7857524386650261999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7857524386650261999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7857524386650261999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-be-all-that-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7242197417624494092</id><published>2009-06-23T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:41:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sore throat isn't going away. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just made two wacko sticks for the camp tomorrow. gotta wake up early too.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, can't i enjoy my last &amp;amp; only week of the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, depressed, &amp;amp; on the edge of going nuts. school on monday again.&lt;br /&gt;another ten week routine before the next holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't they kill me now? i'm pretty sick of life &amp;amp; it isn't like i give a shit to what it holds for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;forget being a lawyer. there's nothing i'm striving for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7242197417624494092?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7242197417624494092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7242197417624494092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7242197417624494092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6236471763237582732</id><published>2009-06-23T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:23:21.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i'm melting."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been at home for the past twenty three hours. &amp;amp; just being at home, i feel so goddamn tired.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;been surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore throat &amp;amp; a slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;yikes, hate the feeling of it both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6236471763237582732?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6236471763237582732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6236471763237582732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6236471763237582732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6236471763237582732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-melting.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5627476666955539958</id><published>2009-06-22T22:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:50:29.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided not to post.'&lt;br /&gt;i can't see my cbox. weird. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5627476666955539958?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5627476666955539958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5627476666955539958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5627476666955539958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5627476666955539958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/walking-in-someone-elses-shadow.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-280501938967612547</id><published>2009-06-21T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:16:30.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"like i do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm confused, i don't want to think. stop making me to. i can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to believe everything you say. from this to that. now, you are telling me otherwise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what the hell are you playing at?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not pissed off alright. just gimme a break and get outta my sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. school tmr again. i'm goddamn tired.&lt;br /&gt;feel like hanging out with someone again, like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small grandmama just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not at the funeral, because my family affairs are weirdly fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;why would grandmama pay part of the funeral expenses for a woman who stole her husband away?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. what the heck were they thinking?&lt;br /&gt;my family is too drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez. i am gonna ignore everything that is happening and eat chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/- i take back what i said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-280501938967612547?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/280501938967612547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=280501938967612547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/280501938967612547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/280501938967612547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2439930137408185471</id><published>2009-06-20T09:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:29:10.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"the fire that melts the wax, hardens the clay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently suffering from obs withdrawal symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;totally missed tenzing &amp;amp; instructor marie. omg, &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. she's frigging awesome. XD&lt;br /&gt;glad that i bought the watch picture. oh yeah, have gotta post it.&lt;br /&gt;miss them truckloads. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my life's totally off track. i kinda lost control of it. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;so there's tuition later. (i'm gonna find a uber good reason to miss it.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing else. but i'm lazy to make the trip all the way down to bugis to do math sums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm gonna find someone to talk to now. there's no one at home but me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be like anti-social, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm craving pastamania again. had it yesterday with sharmala, bhisman, bryan, weishan &amp;amp; fengrui.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, did i mention what happened while walking to j8 with them + vito &amp;amp; sarah? we were like shouting stuff we said during the expedition like, "bags up!" or "take a break, don't put your bags down!" or "everyone hurry up, 1 click more to j8." LOL. (the expedition was worse thought. we walked approximately 15 clicks with the heavy bags. i carried jerrycans without the bag. &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;see? obs has a big impact on people. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &amp;amp; i feel obs really changed me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2439930137408185471?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2439930137408185471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2439930137408185471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2439930137408185471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2439930137408185471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/fire-that-melts-wax-hardens-clay.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-9048263416941199469</id><published>2009-06-19T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:28:07.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"expect the unexpected."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK&lt;/span&gt; from OBS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FRIGGING FUN. had the best time in my life (so far) there.&lt;br /&gt;we did the craziest things (i couldn't believe i actually did it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never gonna eat instant noodles, biscuits, bread and digestives EVER again. really.&lt;br /&gt;we ate that for like lunch almost every single day. it's terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at obs, i was in TENZING along with the other councillors. pels were in releigh. tenzing kinda camp out on the expedition with releigh so we receive truckloads of help from them. (:&lt;br /&gt;the expedition was tough, but as stated on that piece of paper.. "when the going gets tough, the tough gets going." yup. no regrets going for obs.&lt;br /&gt;KAYAKING'S AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna go into details. it was a really memorable camp.&lt;br /&gt;OBS teaches loads of things you don't normally get to learn indoors, such as getting rid of ants with out using mortin or bygon. yeah, our tent/ bags/ food/ you name it, was infested with goddamn ants. we spent half of our time killing 'em. not to mention sandflies, mosquitoes and other creepy crawlies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing OBS already. superb experience. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post up the watch picture of tenzing tmr.&lt;br /&gt;gonna catch some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/- come to think of it, i'm feeling really bad for making sharmala &amp;amp; jieying carry that goddamn heavy expedition backpack for more than half the trekking. ): the next time i get to go for OBS, i'm gonna do some frigging physical training.&lt;br /&gt;pp.s/- i heart camping. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. thank god sharmala was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-9048263416941199469?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/9048263416941199469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=9048263416941199469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/9048263416941199469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/9048263416941199469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/expect-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5401198222994784100</id><published>2009-06-14T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:28:18.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"the stars are holding you tonight."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs. tomorrow. i'm not done packing. jeez. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma miss my pillow, eeyore, tasmania, internet, handphone, ipod (OH CRAP, I'VE NOT CHARGE IT.), shopping (!) &amp;amp; my bolster for five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE DAYS. i wanted to bring my pillow along but god knows why it would not fit into my haversack. LOL. eugene told me to carry it by hand. lol. sigh. MY PILLOW. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cut my hair &amp;amp; trimmed my fringe. looks ugly. (the hairdresser sucks okay.) prefer the one cut the other time. &amp;amp;the rest of my hair is back to the length the time i chopped it off at the start of sec two. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was desperate/ absolutely refuse to have long hair for the entire obs. it'll take too long, &amp;amp; forever to dry. (if i ever get to bathe, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i would just have to make an appointment with my hairdresser's to get my hair done again. damn. wasted eighteen bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWAY FOR OBS FOR FIVE DAYS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss me. &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5401198222994784100?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5401198222994784100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5401198222994784100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5401198222994784100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5401198222994784100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/stars-are-holding-you-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-834406988774477348</id><published>2009-06-13T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:11:14.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg315/southernchick87517/Photography/z38216151xn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg315/southernchick87517/Photography/z38216151xn7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i loved the way he dipped his head to hear what i wanted to say. i loved the way he smiled at me and told me everything was gonna be alright. i loved the way he wiped the tears away with his thumb when i cry. i loved the way he held me there when my world was falling apart. i loved how he twirled my hair when i was distracted. i loved the look in his eyes everytime he gazes at me, like i was the only other person in the world besides him. i loved how much he wished that he could take the stars from the blue-black sky to accompany me everytime he leaves. i loved.&lt;/em&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/481732262790128110-834406988774477348?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/834406988774477348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=834406988774477348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/834406988774477348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/834406988774477348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-loved-way-he-dipped-his-head-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg315/southernchick87517/Photography/th_z38216151xn7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481732262790128110.post-8244558266622226628</id><published>2009-06-13T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:58:46.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"to get you through the day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs on monday.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop listening to leona lewis's "i will be". so frigging addictive. it'll most probably be ringing in my head non-stop during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;macalino (&amp;amp; everyone else that went for obs. LOL.) told me it was really fun. &amp;amp; he didn't bathe for 2-3 days, as well as not brushing his teeth for the entire 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no motivation to do anything at all. &lt;em&gt;not even to text you. sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-8244558266622226628?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8244558266622226628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=8244558266622226628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8244558266622226628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8244558266622226628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-get-you-through-day.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-3645069189484225705</id><published>2009-06-12T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:03:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"it's too late to turn it around."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;daddy decided to do something about the two balconies we have.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he's renovating the one upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;IT'S FRIGGING NOISY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the people are hecking the floor. O:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can't expect me to do stuff with all these noise. gaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-3645069189484225705?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3645069189484225705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=3645069189484225705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3645069189484225705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3645069189484225705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-too-late-to-turn-it-around.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5116567870916297278</id><published>2009-06-11T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:23:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"mona lisa smile."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has been awhile since we had a real conversation. i'm kinda missing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head still hurts. ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell. i've not packed for OBS.&lt;br /&gt;loads to shop for. i'm kinda dreading to go now after realising how much i'm gonna miss my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; EEYORE &amp;amp; MY BABY TASMANIA PLUSH TOY.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tempted to bring eeyore for camp. can't sleep without it. ):&lt;br /&gt;baby tasmania can't fit into my bag for nuts. aw.&lt;br /&gt;-pulls a big sad face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing. (since adrian might be reading this.)&lt;br /&gt;i'll kick you to antartica, where you hug penguins for life, if you ever get back with HER. you gettit? &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5116567870916297278?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5116567870916297278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5116567870916297278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5116567870916297278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5116567870916297278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/mona-lisa-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-373299067750295327</id><published>2009-06-10T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:11:42.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my piano teacher is the love. she's frigging hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about hot guys today (as i was trying to figure the tonic chord for F# major on the alto clef).&lt;br /&gt;it went something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;piano teacher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; yknow, i have this cousin. a few years older than me. he's very very very handsome, tall, hot, and frigging cute. &amp;amp; also really smart. he studies law in NUS. he is damn good-looking. &amp;amp; witty.. &amp;amp; flawless.. but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;he is your cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;piano teacher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; arghhh. exactly. you know how annoying is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; (nods)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i do. i absolutely know how annoying it is. because it happens to me as well. hahahahahaahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thank god adrian isn't reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit-/&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of getting a copy of les miserables from amazon(dot)com. even though it is one thousand two hundred pages for the unabridged edition. mummy thinks it's okay. but i have no idea whether i can read a book that's as thick as a dictionary. hahaha. i love the story plot though. it's really beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-373299067750295327?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/373299067750295327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=373299067750295327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/373299067750295327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/373299067750295327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-piano-teacher-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5396776411172945103</id><published>2009-06-10T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:19:15.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"in every picture, i smiled like this was a new place i was happy to be in."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head's spinning. my saliva tastes weird. i feel feverish.&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, i hate getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano later. don't think i'll survive till the end of today.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5396776411172945103?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5396776411172945103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5396776411172945103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5396776411172945103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5396776411172945103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-every-picture-i-smiled-like-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-300470630939528961</id><published>2009-06-09T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:08:49.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"the duet."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is complete crap. i hate the frigging sun.&lt;br /&gt;spent my entire day colouring stuff. oh joy. i'm three again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow again. &lt;s&gt;&amp;amp; daryl's friends are coming over for their stupid class gathering at the bbq pit. it is gonna be awfully noisy.&lt;br /&gt;hah. doubt they'll even remember to buy charcoal for the bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have got to be totally kidding themselves.&lt;br /&gt;5 bucks from each person. so, if thirty people goes it would $150.&lt;br /&gt;to book a bbq pit is $50.&lt;br /&gt;they're booking 2, so it's $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$150 - $100 = $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible to feed 30 mouths with 50 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;ignorant fools. the price of food went UP, people.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure they will be able to grab something to eat alright. but they know fairly well (or not) that they won't be full. those dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; they still need to buy charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;that would be less than 50 bucks. HAHAHAHAHA. so much for planning.&lt;br /&gt;they should just call pizza hut, or canadian pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it's their stomachs, not mine. still laughing at their stupidity though.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm mean today. (: &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bloody thing's cancelled.ahahahahahahaha.    :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna raid the snack cupboard now. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-300470630939528961?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/300470630939528961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=300470630939528961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/300470630939528961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/300470630939528961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/duet.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7074359002940905457</id><published>2009-06-08T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:59:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"light up the dark."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/luv_holistr/photography/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/luv_holistr/photography/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the smile on your face lets me know that you need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever i fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you say it best when you say nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy stole cookies from the cookie jar. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7074359002940905457?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7074359002940905457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7074359002940905457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7074359002940905457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7074359002940905457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/light-up-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/luv_holistr/photography/th_couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481732262790128110.post-6546535504706929839</id><published>2009-06-08T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:49:19.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"tag, you're it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so yknow, i've been on this page for the past forty minutes, wondering what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;today is still pretty much of a breeze. had a meeting for an hour or so, talked about &lt;s&gt;killing babies and&lt;/s&gt; self defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a while since i've gotten down to do something productive such as allocating CIP hours for my NYAA award.&lt;br /&gt;half the time, i find myself doing stuff that numbs my head and emotions. like blasting the music so loud, i don't hear myself, or drowning in the sea of homework at an ungodly hour of 2am. when i wake up the next day, i don't even feel the least tired. i'm fucking nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting over some&lt;u&gt;thing&lt;/u&gt; is harder than i thought. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6546535504706929839?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6546535504706929839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6546535504706929839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6546535504706929839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6546535504706929839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag-youre-it.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7207077936215895848</id><published>2009-06-07T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:18:48.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"because in your eyes i would like to stay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been chatting with macalino for like the past forty-five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get him to show me his bald head on the webcam. (yes, apparently, he IS bald.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he successfully changed the subject to events that happened in P5. like the time i "scammed" him to go to langxin's house. (doubt he has even gotten over it.)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primary school was fun. like uber fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;the birthday parties, gossiping &amp;amp; truth &amp;amp; dare games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY MISS IT.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7207077936215895848?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7207077936215895848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7207077936215895848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7207077936215895848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7207077936215895848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-in-your-eyes-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-4477699617569349373</id><published>2009-06-06T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:08:56.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;cookie baking tomorrow.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;can't wait. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookies i bake are edible okay!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, it won't end up like the shepherd's pie sis &amp;amp; i made last year during home economics.&lt;br /&gt;fyi, it tasted really bad because we forgot to add salt &amp;amp; pepper while frying the meat. we added it after we baked it. jeeez. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i miss home econs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-4477699617569349373?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4477699617569349373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=4477699617569349373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4477699617569349373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4477699617569349373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/cookie-baking-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2898674200293806876</id><published>2009-06-06T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:32:30.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if singapore (finally) legalizes the possession of a gun,&lt;br /&gt;the first person i'll shoot is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2898674200293806876?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2898674200293806876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2898674200293806876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2898674200293806876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2898674200293806876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-singapore-finally-legalizes.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5324427971366899080</id><published>2009-06-06T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:21:10.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"screw off, bitch."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. sometimes i just feel like quitting council.&lt;br /&gt;because whatever i do, or however i try, i just cannot stand that bloody bitch (in council).&lt;br /&gt;i think i told almost everyone how much i hate her already. not that i really hate her.&lt;br /&gt;but, yknow, the sight of her pisses me off. the way she walks, the way she thinks, the way she craves for authority over people. she is one power-hungry bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't hate council. in fact, i like being in council.&lt;br /&gt;yet, there's her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she is like an irritant. a dust in the eye kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5324427971366899080?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5324427971366899080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5324427971366899080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5324427971366899080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5324427971366899080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/screw-off-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-58515834147810867</id><published>2009-06-04T11:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:10:48.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"on the way down."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bored of the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;this one has an archive. &amp;amp; i realise how long i've been blogging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea who reads my blog though. jeez, people. leave a tag. ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit-/&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna watch drag me to hell. it seems frigging scary. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vid's screwed. i'll fill this in later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; NEW MOON. the trailer is out. awesome huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vid's screwed. i'll fill this in later as well.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, edward cullen looks constipated.&lt;br /&gt;taylor looks goooooooooooooooood. (: hahahaha. it's gonna be real good, i s'pose. better than twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-58515834147810867?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/58515834147810867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=58515834147810867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/58515834147810867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/58515834147810867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-way-down.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7805418322851181348</id><published>2009-06-03T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:25:43.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"hide the innocence."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore throat. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy &amp;amp; i had a weird weird weird conversation.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to know what JC i had in mind (after seeing my oh-so-horrible results). i, obviously, had no idea myself.&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL FIVE MINUTES AGO. (thus, the urge to blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i was reading on the sofa, &amp;amp; she was typing out this long email for her friend or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my lines are in blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;m: so what JC do you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m: (looking up from é book) uh, dunno. see O'level results first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;m: don't you have at least ANYTHING in mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m: uh, no. (attempting really hard to read my book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;m: what about raffles jc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m: impossible. i'd have to study like 24/7 to get in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;m: hwa chong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m: ha. ha. yeah, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;m: anglo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m: maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;m: national?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m: uh, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;m: victoria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m: uh, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&amp;amp; she began bombarding me with a long list of JCs. -_______-)&lt;br /&gt;until i got so pissed off, i went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m: i'll go to ITE. definitely will make it there with my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big mistake. i got scolded for like the next half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: don't ever ever ever EVER mention you want to enter ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go for VJC. they have hostels there, right? great, i don't need to see mom&amp;amp;dad for five days of a week.&lt;br /&gt;or ACJC 'cause the school's rich. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;it's too early to talk about this darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7805418322851181348?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7805418322851181348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7805418322851181348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7805418322851181348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7805418322851181348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/hide-innocence.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6656467423195635344</id><published>2009-06-03T09:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:51:36.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED A &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIRCUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my fringe is getting way too long.&lt;br /&gt;i'm craving to see how i look in bangs. HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH. jeez louise.&lt;br /&gt;i can't picture it in my head. someone do it &amp;amp; let me know how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a feeling it'll be reeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut bangs, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6656467423195635344?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6656467423195635344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6656467423195635344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6656467423195635344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6656467423195635344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2857281116548166946</id><published>2009-06-02T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:24:07.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>obviously i'm not in the right mind.&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it is almost done.&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with english.&lt;br /&gt;it's a film review. anyone up for a movie? text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese.&lt;br /&gt;that's 2 papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics.&lt;br /&gt;black &amp;amp; white book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i'm pretty much done. someone dial my therapist. i'm clearly not okay. damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2857281116548166946?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2857281116548166946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2857281116548166946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2857281116548166946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2857281116548166946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/obviously-im-not-in-right-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7229757754011324120</id><published>2009-06-02T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:26:58.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"when the flowers gaze at you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. oh crap crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to make an appointment with my orthodontist/ dentist (there is a difference, right?).&lt;br /&gt;CRAAAAAAP.&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be getting my braces soon. soon as in some time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i'm not gonna look good in it.&lt;br /&gt;bhavna thinks so too. (: (smiley for someone who agrees with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda dreading it. sharmala always seem to be in pain because of her braces. &amp;amp;everytime she puts something to her braces, she won't talk to me for the rest of the day. just like last week.&lt;br /&gt;so i've concluded i'll probably be in such pain as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;maybe being in such pain is not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;mr tan &amp;amp; whosoever teacher will not catch me for talking in class. i'll be IN PAIN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i'll not smile for every picture. it's gonna be sulky face murphy.&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely talk less.&lt;br /&gt;zirui's gonna be reaaaaaaally happy if she sees this. i won't be annoying her in math class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess there aren't that many disadvantages for putting braces besides looking weird (for my case. no offence to anyone. it's just me looking weird. everyone looks fine. :D ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i should get started with holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7229757754011324120?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7229757754011324120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7229757754011324120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7229757754011324120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7229757754011324120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-flowers-gaze-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-4036041504089557976</id><published>2009-06-01T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:08:50.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"shut up &amp;amp; put your money where your mouth is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up in vegas by katy perry has been playing on my computer since five. that's an hour.&lt;br /&gt;it is DA BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahahahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright-y. my day has been meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;(i've kind of rock songs on my itunes playlist. -_________- new divide by linkin park is really goood.)&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i'm like really lagged on the newest songs &amp;amp; stuff. common tests are the blame. so all the songs i'm listening to are like uber old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math supplementary today. binomial theorem. mrs yap KEEPS LOOKING AT ME. &amp;amp; it is probably because my mom &amp;amp; daddy went to see her on friday. jeeez. gimme a break.&lt;br /&gt;she's nice though. &amp;amp; i really like mrs yap. (:&lt;br /&gt;her devotions in the morning are a tad too long though. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out with zirui &amp;amp; headed home.&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's ignoring me on msn. i'm pissed off. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ typing with long fingernails is sooooooo hard. to think i wanted to get acrylics. gosh. i might just never blog again if i had ever done that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-4036041504089557976?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4036041504089557976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=4036041504089557976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4036041504089557976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4036041504089557976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/06/shut-up-put-your-money-where-your-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-149113532020005529</id><published>2009-05-31T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:26:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my itunes looks uber scary because it is filled with songs that has been downloaded since 2004. it is scary.&lt;br /&gt;the list is freaking long. how am i ever going to finish choosing the songs i want to fit into my pathetic 2GB ipod?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna get the 80GB one. ONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;don't roll your eyes at the computer while reading this, i'm telling yah. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this ipod with my own savings. it is like the FIRST ever thing i got with my savings. YES, I DID HAVE SAVINGS. don't look so shock.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; obviously i could not afford the five hundred bucks one with the pathetic amount of savings i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;the only reason why i'm finally getting down to sync-ing my ipod on this new computer is because halfway when i was shopping today, the rubber thing for my handphone earplugs kinda drop out &amp;amp; got lost somewhere in giant hypermarket. so now i can't listen to the korean songs on my phone. that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgogmogmogmogmogmogmogmogm, i just erased everything on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;-heartbreaks-&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have loads of missing songs in there. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;-hysterical-&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter. i'll put them in another day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. ttfn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo (ulcer, remember?),&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-149113532020005529?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/149113532020005529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=149113532020005529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/149113532020005529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/149113532020005529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-itunes-looks-uber-scary-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7612290600714192980</id><published>2009-05-31T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:24:56.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"lost it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like a frigging old hag.&lt;br /&gt;those that stay at home all day, stinking like they just got out of bed, hair clipped up like they've never been to a hairdresser's before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the hair part isn't that bad. it is just that my hair's too thick, so after i pin everything up, there will be like strands falling down. tendrils yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I CAN'T WAIT FOR OBS.&lt;br /&gt;because i can get outta this house for four days &amp;amp; not see my fucked-up parents for four whole days. gosh. they can like spare me &amp;amp; themselves.&lt;br /&gt;sharmala's gonna race me in kayaking at obs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna scream, lose, &amp;amp; cry. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's like so much to shop for obs. first, i need a frigging bag. none of my bags are big enough to carry everything stated on the packlist.&lt;br /&gt;but after i've shopped for whatever i need for obs, i can save like loads on the kota tinggi camp. i mean, everything will be there already.&lt;br /&gt;bags, clothes, shorts, repellent, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be updating so often during the holidays because there will be like nothing to blog about since i'm semi-grounded (meaning i'll be staying at home staring at my mom, she'll be staring back at me. not kidding) from that bloody f9 for (a)math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm gonna finish reading the books i got from the book fair yesterday. the books aren't exactly fantastic, they are just leftovers they can't sell at their stores. oh well, beats nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo  (i've got a horrible ulcer, so scrape the kissing. just hugs),&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7612290600714192980?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7612290600714192980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7612290600714192980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7612290600714192980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7612290600714192980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-9150305420126870545</id><published>2009-05-29T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:15:35.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took a nap just now. and dreamt.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a big white tent, with nobody inside. just flowers and me, lying in a coffin. there was my parents, shedding crocodile tears. there was my brother, praying forgiveness for every misdeed he had done to me.&lt;br /&gt;all of that, i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;i pictured myself falling, from the skyscraper. i don't care what would happen afterward. it felt good though. i felt free.&lt;br /&gt;now you know death is not all that hard.&lt;br /&gt;living is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what mr. tan told my parents. i don't want to know. neither do i care. i don't know whether to thank him, or show him the finger. he was merely doing his job, saying a million stuff, what happens after that, i don't think he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can keep telling.&lt;br /&gt;i'll end up like my dream before the semester finishes this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wait.&lt;br /&gt;it is not that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trigger another bomb.&lt;br /&gt;once it blast, watch everything fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;it will fit. like a jig-saw puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;you won't even question anyone or yourself why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am alice in wonderland, watch me fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pitter-patter. the rain's falling. why the hell am i crying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7149313423367001883</id><published>2009-05-29T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:56:41.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"sometimes you fall, &amp;amp; sometimes you don't have the strength to get up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick vujicic is a miracle. he is so much more awesome than any of the hollywood stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CUDg3NPEXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CUDg3NPEXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick vujicic is an australian who has the tetra-amelia disorder (absence of all four limbs). &amp;amp; God has given him the strength to surmount the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;inspirational. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. most of you guys should have watched it anyway. mr. low streamed it during chapel today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BHAVNA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ENJOY YOURSELF AT AMERICA. chill and have fun. get me something. :D hahahahah. ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs in exactly sixteen days. can't wait. miss chng gave a briefing today, we're gonna be with another school, which is kinda awesome. gonna meet new people. (:&lt;br /&gt;first, i'll go need survival in the obs 101. before i start crying there &amp;amp; want hot water. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7149313423367001883?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7149313423367001883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7149313423367001883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7149313423367001883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7149313423367001883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-you-fall-sometimes-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6934879582812937483</id><published>2009-05-28T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:19:32.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"still got your picture in my wallet."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;i actually finished typing a proper post yesterday, but after reading it a few times, i figured it isn't the best idea to post it up. (it'll be like suicide.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp;speaking of suicide, i was up on the net yesterday looking for meaning of words that have the suffix of -cide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's..&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;genocide&lt;br /&gt;homicide&lt;br /&gt;familicide&lt;br /&gt;avunculicide&lt;br /&gt;omnicide&lt;br /&gt;regicide&lt;br /&gt;democide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, it has all got to do with death.&lt;br /&gt;this is such a deadly post. i like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna continue with transposition for my theory homework. just figured one of the answers are wrong. wrote the notes and octave lower. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6934879582812937483?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6934879582812937483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6934879582812937483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6934879582812937483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6934879582812937483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-got-your-picture-in-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-867927961368449017</id><published>2009-05-26T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:25:38.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it never crossed my mind that i would ever admit this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i needed you, darl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just where the hell were you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being driven frigging nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-867927961368449017?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/867927961368449017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=867927961368449017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/867927961368449017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/867927961368449017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-never-crossed-my-mind-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1963774372824932871</id><published>2009-05-26T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:55:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"love, it's over."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was eventful. reaaally eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first things first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be going online on msn less often. partially because of my results &amp;amp; the other reason is that there isn't any reason for me to go online these days, so i'll be cutting down on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if there's anything important, send me a text or gimme a call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll still be blogging on a daily basis though. or until daddy sees my results, screams, freakout &amp;amp; ban me from the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. now about my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT KISSED BY A FRISBEE. it smacked my upper lip &amp;amp; i kinda bit my lower lip in the process so both of them are injured. ow. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matthew is the blame. he was the one that sent the frisbee flying. ): hahahahaa. nah, not blaming him. i didn't dodge in time. my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really bad. for the rest of p.e., my upper lip kept swelling. i couldn't talk or close my mouth properly. LOL. rosalyn had to pucker her lips &amp;amp; made me feel bad. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't kiss anyone now. awwww. HAHAHA. kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the swelling reduced after two hours or so. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's still a lil swollen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry was boring. kimberly &amp;amp; i were bullying zirui big time. almost snoozed during e-math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recess was kinda boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then chinese. watched red cliff. it was hilarious. sis &amp;amp; i kept going about mixed breed horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horses + rabbits = me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-math. the three of us, kimberly, zirui &amp;amp; i were talking about plastic surgery. i know, it has nothing to do with math, but way more interesting. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;botox; facelift; lip filler; nose job; jaw surgery; boob job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the facelifting ís just sick. ewwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boob jobs doesn't turn out right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hung out with sis after school. didn't feel like going home after the big argument &amp;amp; last night's crying. hadn't laugh so much for ages. it was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ily, sis. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a dull post. just like a frigging time-table. i'll come up with a better post next time yeah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; the picture of kimbum. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dongdongjunior.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/spris12es0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 602px" alt="" src="http://dongdongjunior.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/spris12es0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS. IS. HUMONGOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna post a bigger one for kim hyun joong because i like him waaaayy better. HAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. that's all, folks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dongdongjunior.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/spris12es0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1963774372824932871?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1963774372824932871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1963774372824932871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1963774372824932871'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2970825920968072861?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2970825920968072861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2970825920968072861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2970825920968072861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2970825920968072861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-just-bunch-of-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1658813244949749553</id><published>2009-05-24T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:06:50.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just a few minutes before twilight, i sat at the foot of the stairs to watch the sunset- how the sun went down after a long day. it lasted for a minute or so as the sky changed its mood. the floor of the steps felt hard, the stairway quiet. it was hard to watch everything turn dark. the stars shone reluctantly into the blue-black sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it felt like glass. anything could break it- to spoil the moment. fragile it was. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, i thought of you. if you were here, the atmosphere would not be so tense. the sky out there would not seem so heartbreaking. the floor would not seem so cold and hard. there would not be that constant humming ringing in my ear. it would be your laughter and voice to chase all those away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tried to sensible about it, precarious of what i thought. it hurt, but it was inevitable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i looked into the dark dark sky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the stars, they outline your smile tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1658813244949749553?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1658813244949749553/comments/default' title='Post 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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-481732262790128110.post-6497412073081625595</id><published>2009-05-24T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:15:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"everything you thought you had."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being childish. i'm stomping my foot because mommy wouldn't lemme get that edc jacket. oh wells. i really shouldn't be asking for ANYTHING now, or it would mean my ultimate death when the report book arrives home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod, just the thought of it could give me the motivation to jump off the ledge. SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm gonna yak about my drama addictions right now. great time to close the window. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching boys over flowers again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp;... (yeah, you get me right?)&lt;br /&gt;i don't get bored of it! i need my therapist. big time.&lt;br /&gt;after watching that show for uhmm, i kinda lost count of how many times. -gigggles- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i think kim bum is really cute. hahahahahaha. &amp;amp;not to forget, good looking. (i don't believe in using the word handsome with korean stars, most of them are anyway.hahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;i'll post a picture of him the next post. darn lazy to search now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think lee min-ho looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll move on to watch other korean shows. probably 'when it's at night' or something along those lines. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, last thing. I NEEEED TO GO SHOPPING FOR NEW CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;apparently nothing goes with the new jeans i bought that day. annoyiinnnngggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this big gut feeling not to attend school tomorrow. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6497412073081625595?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6497412073081625595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6497412073081625595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6497412073081625595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6497412073081625595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-you-thought-you-had.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6411241252272078360</id><published>2009-05-23T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:25:17.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"we can make it somehow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;my previous post didn't make sense. LOL. it wasn't for anyone in particular. i had this sudden inspiration to type something last night. i was pretty exhausted thus it ended up senseless.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; those sentences were derived from sentences here &amp;amp; there. just put it altogether, you get nonsense. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;i've decided on something really important. you would never have guessed it. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if i ever want to get married...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMMA GONNA MARRY A SINGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;HE'S GONNA SING SERENADES TO ME EACH NIGHT TILL I DROWN IN 'EM &amp;amp; FALL ASLEEP.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;LOL. i've got a feeling no one's gonna marry me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; something really cool happened to me today. imma gonna tell bhavna later. (: &amp;amp;probably sis. &amp;amp;zirui. &amp;amp;mom, because i need her frigging permission.&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that was what i intended to post, at least for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6411241252272078360?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6411241252272078360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6411241252272078360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6411241252272078360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6411241252272078360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-can-make-it-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-787737471946570827</id><published>2009-05-22T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:04:54.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you never knew whether i was mad at you. nor did you realise. sometimes, pretence does it all.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't referring to today, yesterday or just the day before. it was that day, the one where we had a long talk. perhaps it doesn't matter to you anymore, afterall. kinda sick and tired of thinking that everything that had happened did not. don't ask me whether if this is for you. you know darn well that the answer is a no.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, we are all trying too hard, aren't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-787737471946570827?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/787737471946570827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=787737471946570827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/787737471946570827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/787737471946570827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-never-knew-whether-i-was-mad-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1956290025685663695</id><published>2009-05-21T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:54:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you don't know me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed two subjects.&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese got an F9. oh wow, i've been waiting for that to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day practically sucked.&lt;br /&gt;first thing in the morning, i was caught talking during assembly &amp;amp; made to stand throughout devotion in the parade square. goddamn embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that kind of spoilt my entire day already. so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by the first period of class, i was over it.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I FRIGGING GOT MY SHITASS CHINESE PAPER BACK. which i failed fucking terribly.&lt;br /&gt;next period, it was bio. failed.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry, PASSED.&lt;br /&gt;physics, BORDERLINE PASS. (:&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i failed bio &amp;amp; passed physics. seems almost unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES WAS É BEST. i didn't finish both essays, wrote only the three factors for each one &amp;amp; got a frigging A2. gosh. :D&lt;br /&gt;passed geography. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw examinations. this is the worst exam thus far. never scored so horribly in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was dedicated to financial literacy. kinda lit up my day.&lt;br /&gt;wenhui kept getting retrenched &amp;amp; caused the stock market to crash twice in a row (that sucks because she invested loads of money on shares. like ten thousand bucks at a go? O: ). LOL. dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;erina was unemployed most of the time, she managed to get through though. zirui keeps doing the spastic action with the card folders whenever someone wanna buy shares.&lt;br /&gt;the board game was uber fun. better than monopoly. WAY better than monopoly. really. i wanna buy it. :D&lt;br /&gt;i had loads of money. (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that bad at saving after all. HAHAHAHAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;or not. after five long months, i've only save two bucks. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;-__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright-y. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ gonna cut down on my posts when the report book comes back. uh, that's 'cause daddy's gonna refrain me from using the comp. due to the disgusting results i have produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't mention my latest craze, have i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KIM HYUN JOONG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. he's frigging hot (when he dances). &lt;s&gt;-gasps-&lt;/s&gt; no,&lt;br /&gt;-hyperventilates-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/ShUx_CcA_EI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AcqbJZxH4Hw/s1600-h/Kim_Hyun_Joong_(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338227892373486658" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/ShUx_CcA_EI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AcqbJZxH4Hw/s320/Kim_Hyun_Joong_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;hottaayyee alert. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;apparently, he's from boys over flowers. so yeah, awesome, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm gonna feed my drama addiction now. tata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1956290025685663695?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1956290025685663695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1956290025685663695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1956290025685663695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1956290025685663695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-dont-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/ShUx_CcA_EI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AcqbJZxH4Hw/s72-c/Kim_Hyun_Joong_(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481732262790128110.post-2968080075920159318</id><published>2009-05-20T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:20:11.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"friends."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/ShPvGzT3F0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6MYwnuPr8SQ/s1600-h/Photo0955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872883495933762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/ShPvGzT3F0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6MYwnuPr8SQ/s320/Photo0955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was taken in new york new york yesterday to celebrate my birthday. might post the other pictures tomorrow, kinda tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i've been really tired for the past week. &amp;amp; i can't last for long throughout the day without looking listless. mummy thinks it's the examinations, but seeing how restless i am today (after the exams) even though i'm tired (i keep fidgeting &amp;amp; changing sitting positions which pissed her off), she decided that i should do a med-check-up. probably this weekend. &amp;amp; definitely not at a polyclinic. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;omg, hopefully i'm not down with some weird illness. maybe just malnutritioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;the exhaustion is affecting my mood biggie. which also means i'll be pissing loads of people off.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharmala's going for OBS. isn't that awesome?&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering if i'd cry during OBS. hahahahahaha. four days from home without the water heater. gaaaaaaah! that's like living in a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; side tracking a bit...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to toys'r'us. to relieve childhood memories. HAHAHAHAHAHHA. bhavna &amp;amp; i were having loads fun at the plush toy section. feel like going there soon to get the thirty-inch plush dog &amp;amp; the patrick star soft toy. bhavna's so dead. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. (okay, inside joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing (for someone).&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean to be like that. what you said that day, those words keep sinking into my head.&lt;br /&gt;when you texted me saying that we can talk all the same, somehow the words didn't fit. it was a lie. everything was, right from the start- when you first talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of stupid, and immature for me to act this way, i know. but i can't help it. really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ kudos to bhavna (&amp;amp; her 5-megapixel phone cammie) for that picture. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2968080075920159318?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2968080075920159318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2968080075920159318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2968080075920159318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2968080075920159318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/ShPvGzT3F0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6MYwnuPr8SQ/s72-c/Photo0955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481732262790128110.post-6839056111100243912</id><published>2009-05-19T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:12:33.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"happy birthday, murphy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's leaving for spain tonight.&lt;br /&gt;no birthday cake this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6839056111100243912?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6839056111100243912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6839056111100243912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6839056111100243912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6839056111100243912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-murphy.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1097140615448666534</id><published>2009-05-18T13:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:37:27.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"your voice, a symphony."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bhavna &amp;amp; i were talking about mean girls after school today.&lt;br /&gt;feel like watching in now. geeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT A HUMONGOUS PIMPLE ON MY CHEEK. BIG &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIREN RED&lt;/span&gt; ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AW. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last paper tomorrow. THEN NEWYORK NEWYORK WITH BHAVNAAAAAAAAAAA. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still suffering withdrawal symptoms from boys over flowers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1097140615448666534?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1097140615448666534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1097140615448666534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1097140615448666534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1097140615448666534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-voice-symphony.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-8951220665534741515</id><published>2009-05-17T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:34:56.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"nobody but you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some motivation to study because i can't.&lt;br /&gt;i've been streaming videos on youtube the entire weekend watching &lt;strong&gt;boys over flowers&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;over a period of five days (i started on wednesday. yes, before geography elec test), I FINISHED WATCHING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hardly started on chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;still having withdrawal symptoms from the drama. (kim hyun joong, as jihoo, is really hot. like hot hot.) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was really sad towards the end. i was crying buckets, daryl had to go, "sis, don't need to be so emotional. just a show. not even realistic."&lt;br /&gt;all in favour for killing my bro, breathe. -_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's leaving for spain on tuesday. ON TUESDAY. of all days. damnit. ): but he promised to bring me for japanese cuisine when he comes back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, imma gonna start on my chem now. withdrawal symptoms are really bad. &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-8951220665534741515?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8951220665534741515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=8951220665534741515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8951220665534741515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8951220665534741515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/nobody-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-3385268217219274110</id><published>2009-05-14T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:01:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i didn't want to lie to you either."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was interrogated by zirui &amp;amp; sharmala at mos burger today.&lt;br /&gt;they were trying to find out whether i like ______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ their final conclusion is unreliable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-3385268217219274110?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3385268217219274110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=3385268217219274110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3385268217219274110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3385268217219274110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-want-to-lie-to-you-either.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5365529417233964622</id><published>2009-05-13T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:46:38.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"it's gonna be okay, she told me. now, i've gotta try to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pissed approximately five people off yesterday. (approximately meaning there's others i might've pissed, but i wasn't aware.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;it's all because of what happened the day before. not that i'm blaming anyone. it's entirely my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;because i was in such a foul mood yesterday, i couldn't study physics. &amp;amp;that's why i'm gonna fail. but i don't think i'll tell that to daddy if he asks me why the hell i had failed. i should have known damn well to stay at home to study on monday, than going out non-stop. really.&lt;br /&gt;god. should'ave studied with pat, big time.&lt;br /&gt;frigging mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5g is 0.005kg. stupidity got the better of me. i left one zero out.&lt;br /&gt;bloody fuck. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of a quote that has stupidity in it while going home. here's what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"there's a clear difference between nobility &amp;amp; stupidity. you (most unfortunately) are the latter."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;piano later.&lt;br /&gt;(a)math &amp;amp; geography elective  tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;basically it's flunked four (papers), five more to &lt;s&gt;go&lt;/s&gt; flunk.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5365529417233964622?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5365529417233964622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5365529417233964622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5365529417233964622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5365529417233964622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-gonna-be-okay-she-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6333126269214837798</id><published>2009-05-12T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:17:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"day sucked."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's going right for me. nothing. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6333126269214837798?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6333126269214837798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6333126269214837798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6333126269214837798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6333126269214837798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-4252889878279625642</id><published>2009-05-11T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:38:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"&amp;amp; i wish i could let you know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was more than i asked for. spent a great deal laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out something, hating every single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-4252889878279625642?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4252889878279625642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=4252889878279625642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4252889878279625642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4252889878279625642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-i-could-let-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1555389511399108278</id><published>2009-05-11T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:39:55.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIMPLEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a freaking pimple outbreak. shouldn't have ate so much prawn crackers. geez.&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't as bad as the previous one (which was very very bad). :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1555389511399108278?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1555389511399108278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1555389511399108278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1555389511399108278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1555389511399108278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/pimpleeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2284947444767982548</id><published>2009-05-10T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:59:21.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"buy yourself some dignity, bitch."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the studying thing isn't working out. really. i've been distracted countless of times within a short span of two hours.&lt;br /&gt;here's the list of distractions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prawn crackers.&lt;/strong&gt; those are like the ultimate tidbits okay. you can keep eating it till you realise that you've got an irritating sore throat (which i, unfortunately, happen to have it right now). but hey, they're good stuff. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ipod.&lt;/strong&gt; i started listening to 'em while reading biology (i wanted to read geog elec but i forgot to bring it back home), &amp;amp; outta the blue, enzymes doesn't seem so interesting anymore. so i dragged my ass right in front of the computer &amp;amp; started downloading music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;computer.&lt;/strong&gt; obviously. -_________-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teevee. &lt;/strong&gt;i should really have 'em destroyed in order to pass common tests. gaaaah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cellphone. &lt;/strong&gt;okay, to start on this with just, i didn't touch it. swear to god. but it came to life with sharmala's text about geog elec, too bad. i had gotta cave in. damnit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fact that i had screwed up both my english and chinese paper. &lt;/strong&gt;i haven't talked about 'em, have i? I SCREWED THEM UP. yeah. you have completely no idea what i wrote for english. it is almost close to illogical. &amp;amp;the chinese paper? i'm gonna flunk and let us all leave it as that yeah. god.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the other fact that i am going to flunk physics &amp;amp; (a)math. &lt;/strong&gt;i was staring at the bloody displacement question &amp;amp; i just slapped shut the freaking book. i wanted to tear the logarithms worksheet. god knows what's it blabbering about. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunger.&lt;/strong&gt; i couldn't find anything to snack on. GAAAAAAAAH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;novels. &lt;/strong&gt;like someone said, i read too much. can't help it. i tried resisting. I REALLY DID. (sure you did, murphy. -______-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; more to come.&lt;/strong&gt; hah! it will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;so here i am, with my big ass right on the ikea jeff chair. someone like me should not be studying because it will get me nowhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright. this is not gonna work out to my advantage. dad will scream at me if he sees me doing this three days before physics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh wells. what can i do about it, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2284947444767982548?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2284947444767982548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2284947444767982548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2284947444767982548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2284947444767982548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/buy-yourself-some-dignity-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6749260756988683087</id><published>2009-05-10T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:25:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you just aren't worth the truth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twitter.&lt;br /&gt;yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;sounds freaking fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaah! can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;if it weren't for restaurant city&amp;amp;"how well do you know me?" quiz thingy, facebook just got boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardcore mugging today. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6749260756988683087?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6749260756988683087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6749260756988683087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6749260756988683087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6749260756988683087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-just-arent-worth-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1180235315393084176</id><published>2009-05-09T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:09:15.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you stood by the wall, i stood over the wall."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's nuts about the "how well do you know ______________?" quiz thingy on facebook. IT'S FUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scored really badly for bhavna's. geez. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel awfully bad now. -pulls a big sad face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition today was hilarious. grace was drawing smiley faces all over my worksheet. LOLLOLLOLLOLLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly in the mood to blog today. maybe tomorrow, when i officially do some hardcore mugging. probably lock myself in a room. it might just work. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. screw social studies. it's a bloody boring subject. i could fall asleep reading about healthcare in singapore. it's not like i'm a big fan of lee kuan yew or the singapore government.&lt;br /&gt;-________-&lt;br /&gt;maybe in a few years time i would. but for now, unless mas selamat drops a bomb on the parliament, i don't think i would give a shit to whatever they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright-y. that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1180235315393084176?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1180235315393084176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1180235315393084176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1180235315393084176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1180235315393084176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-stood-by-wall-i-stood-over-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7757352951642614957</id><published>2009-05-07T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:58:33.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"but i want you to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE I AM AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GONNA BE SUCH A FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;just realised how stinky my vocabulary is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does one even prepare for english language? you practically can't.&lt;br /&gt; -_______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep reading msn chat logs.&lt;br /&gt;it's uber hilarious. especially those with bhavna&amp;amp; ________. _________ ain't talking to me though.&lt;br /&gt;-sad face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. life stinks (as much as my vocab.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7757352951642614957?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7757352951642614957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7757352951642614957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7757352951642614957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7757352951642614957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-i-want-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-853393517338865276</id><published>2009-05-07T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:39:24.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"your face, it flickers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first two papers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;english language and higher chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flunk rate?&lt;br /&gt;100% (i mean chinese, not english.)&lt;br /&gt;if i flunk english, i'll suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, wish me luck. gonna get writers cramp tomorrow. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirteen more days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-853393517338865276?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/853393517338865276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=853393517338865276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/853393517338865276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/853393517338865276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-face-it-flickers.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5052785875660840347</id><published>2009-05-06T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:21:19.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"we used to walk down the tracks, hoping there'd be an end before we got lost.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;school's beginning to sound better. hhahaahhaahahahahahah. like OMG, ''what happened to murphy?'' geeeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too exhausted to type. my fingers are like shrivelling up. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! no strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed social studies test AGAIN. O:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i didn't even finish writing the entire essay (AGAIN). AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PASSSSSEDDDD. I FRIGGING PASSSSSSEEEEDDD.&lt;br /&gt;nine/ twelve. IROCK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALLALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfinished essay + passed = happy murphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the happy thing. you haven't heard the bad.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;THERE ISN'T A BAD.&lt;br /&gt;ommmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeggggggggggooooooooooooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;-dances around the room in delight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis guessed something after school today &amp;amp; i could send her flying to mexico right now.&lt;br /&gt;-____________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5052785875660840347?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5052785875660840347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5052785875660840347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5052785875660840347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5052785875660840347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-used-to-walk-down-tracks-hoping.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-586315442710323500</id><published>2009-05-05T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:13:24.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"never to make fake pledges."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;from 5th may 2009, 8:08pm onwards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;murphy hereby pledges&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to date again till she's twenty-one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't give that 'oh yeah,sure.right.' face. I MEAN IT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;murphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- joel's like uber mean. he doesn't believe me. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-586315442710323500?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/586315442710323500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=586315442710323500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/586315442710323500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/586315442710323500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-to-make-fake-pledges.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-2134726508134854967</id><published>2009-05-05T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:21:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i got through the day without you, again.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postsecret(dot)com is the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead tired. school's sucking up every lil bit of energy i have. overslept today morning. the day got by fine though. as usual kinda thing. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2134726508134854967?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2134726508134854967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2134726508134854967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2134726508134854967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2134726508134854967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-through-day-without-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-7009364651884205665</id><published>2009-05-04T20:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:41:01.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"to ease the pain.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FINALLY POSTED ON MY LJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made it like eons ago, but i finally made a post. yknow why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE LJ'S ALWAYS SO SCREWED UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gaaah! it's fine now. i got my theme done &amp;amp; stuff. so it looks perfect. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/Sf7gcsvPnyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bxUeFwrGo9Q/s1600-h/screenshot+lj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331945792503521058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/Sf7gcsvPnyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bxUeFwrGo9Q/s320/screenshot+lj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i post loads more of stuff on my LJ, by the way. that's just one post. THERE'S MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kudos to belle for teaching me how to sort the themes&amp;amp;stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the url is..... -drumroll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________(dot)livejournal(dot)com (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;murphy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edit-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm thinking of changing the background. it's too busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;if you want to know the url, ask ME. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-7009364651884205665?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7009364651884205665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=7009364651884205665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7009364651884205665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/7009364651884205665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-ease-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf4vM8BGAyI/Sf7gcsvPnyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bxUeFwrGo9Q/s72-c/screenshot+lj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481732262790128110.post-2651028692680334572</id><published>2009-05-03T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:05:26.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"light the candles up.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole of today waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;then realised it was a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-2651028692680334572?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2651028692680334572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=2651028692680334572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2651028692680334572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/2651028692680334572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/light-candles-up.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6766205634622617895</id><published>2009-05-01T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:10:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;''the chemistry between us- zilch.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop pushing your luck, damnit. i really want to tell you, but i can't. not even a lil. &amp;amp;it isn't my fault, it's yours. yeah, yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i realised my tagboard has too many 'horsey' already. -______-&lt;br /&gt;i shall reply tags here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nurul; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NONONONONONONONONONONONO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NONONNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i do NOT look hot. dead horses/ dorses, do not look hot. nurul, you don't go to a horse, no, a DORSE and go, "hey, you look hot.'' people will stare at you. hhahahaahahahaha. &amp;amp;your junior did NOT say that either. haha. (: ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bhavna;&lt;/strong&gt; it won't. chill. even though a lil tiny part of me still hopes it does. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all for now. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6766205634622617895?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6766205634622617895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6766205634622617895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6766205634622617895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6766205634622617895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/05/chemistry-between-us-zilch.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-5567476996826828185</id><published>2009-04-30T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:59:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i wanted to tell you all of it last night, the words were at the tip of my tongue, but they wouldn't come out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;founder's day was a blast. my legs are aching from the walking though. everyone was having real fun. hahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to soak my feet into hot water. gaaah! they ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-5567476996826828185?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5567476996826828185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=5567476996826828185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5567476996826828185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/5567476996826828185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanted-to-tell-you-all-of-it-last.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-6873950538838841593</id><published>2009-04-28T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:28:08.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you can't lie to a liar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST WHERE ON EARTH DID I PUT MY BLOODY THERMOMETER?!?!?!!!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn the swine flu. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-6873950538838841593?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6873950538838841593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=6873950538838841593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6873950538838841593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/6873950538838841593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-lie-to-liar.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-8429033727052481104</id><published>2009-04-27T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:35:02.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"he smiles at me, &amp;amp; i'm lost.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i survived today. it felt weird, and wrong. yet, i did. so totally did.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime the illumination from the screen of the cellphone comes to life, that dumbass feeling comes right back on again. it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;sod it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna work on my math (overdue) homework, &amp;amp; start on tuition work as well.&lt;br /&gt;life stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests are nearing. i hate it, really.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-8429033727052481104?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8429033727052481104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=8429033727052481104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8429033727052481104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8429033727052481104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-smiles-at-me-im-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-3588960943378979344</id><published>2009-04-26T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:12:51.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw him. really. he is so freaking fucked-up, i'm never talking to him again. cross my heart &amp;amp; swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-3588960943378979344?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3588960943378979344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=3588960943378979344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3588960943378979344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3588960943378979344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/screw-him.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1116458787657373028</id><published>2009-04-25T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:47:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"in denial."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget square roots, power to &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt;, square root umbrellas, logs, and rationalising surds.&lt;br /&gt;tuition has cute guys.&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, one of them was ultra cute. very distracting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my only hope for a-maths.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. seriously. i'm hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1116458787657373028?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1116458787657373028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1116458787657373028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1116458787657373028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1116458787657373028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-denial.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-8903517302174538176</id><published>2009-04-25T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:09:02.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you belong with me.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to read romeo&amp;amp;juliet or watch the film is a crime. so hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;i spend half my time deciphering their lengthy speeches/ dialogues than really get the story.&lt;br /&gt;okay, but it was really romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sad. yknow, the part where they died in the tombstone. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was lil hilarious when juliet found out romeo drank all é poison though. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;additional mathematics tuition today. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-8903517302174538176?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8903517302174538176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=8903517302174538176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8903517302174538176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/8903517302174538176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-belong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1440562250096329928</id><published>2009-04-23T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:13:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"your silhouette.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was ________________.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to fill that up.&lt;br /&gt;talked about loads of stuff with sharmala, naomi &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she insisted that her name has to be bigger than sharmala &amp;amp; naomi's. LOL.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at macdonald's before we decided to go home. it was kinda weird 'cause they were all from é same class &amp;amp; i wasn't. turned out quite alright eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, they are kinda nice &amp;amp; stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna bang my head on é wall now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks more till the first mid-year paper. damn.&lt;br /&gt;studyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm having big time mood swings. gonna scream soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1440562250096329928?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1440562250096329928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1440562250096329928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1440562250096329928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1440562250096329928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-silhouette.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-239835139228863719</id><published>2009-04-22T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:26:02.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;''time wouldn't slow down when i'm with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's as usual. nothing new. chemistry practical was interesting. graph turned out good.&lt;br /&gt;not much fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't sit at the poolside today. went straight up home. saw this lil boy of roughly four or five. he was trying to tell his mom something. she didn't get it though.&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back at kindergarden, there was absolutely nothing to do with each passing day besides singing the abc song, hymns, &amp;amp; re-reading little sunshine books. the teacher would make us write or draw something during art lesson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that very lesson, the teacher said, "today's topic is 'My Mother's Occupation', you can write about what she does, or draw how she looks like when she's going to work.'' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the teacher had scrawled the topic title over the blackboard. her job was to watch us write or draw. our job is to remember &amp;amp; put it on paper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wasn't a fan of writing, so i drew. i paused and ponder for a period of time, &amp;amp; turned to the girl sitting right next to me, "what does you mummy do?''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''she cooks &amp;amp; make my bed.'' the girl replied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i asked the same question to the boy in front of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''she reads bedtime stories to me before i sleep &amp;amp; tells me she loves me.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what does &lt;/em&gt;my&lt;em&gt; mom do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slowly, i realised. i realised my mom had never cooked for me, let alone make my bed. i realised she never did read bedtime stories either. i asked myself if she ever did anything for me. i asked myself whether mommy works as wonder woman, saving victims thus disappearing for the entire day, because villians come out anytime of the day. i asked myself a million &amp;amp; one things that day about my mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i asked myself, is that woman in the house my mom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that was the first time i had doubts about my mom. but it was never the last time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the crayons were scattered all over my desk. not once did i pick them up to draw. i handed in my drawing paper, empty. the teacher looked at me. i pointed at the empty page &amp;amp; said, ''yeah, that's my mom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-239835139228863719?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/239835139228863719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=239835139228863719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/239835139228863719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/239835139228863719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-wouldnt-slow-down-when-im-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-4614299417523241653</id><published>2009-04-20T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:53:43.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;''i used to play hide-and-seek. i closed my eyes, but i wasn't counting. i was wishing you'd appear when i opened them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt weird. &amp;amp; stupid. &amp;amp; electrifying. probably just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's a drag. close to sleeping by the end of é day. went to grab stuff to eat with bhavna &amp;amp; fynn. headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm rushing é floorplan for é council room. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-4614299417523241653?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4614299417523241653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=4614299417523241653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4614299417523241653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/4614299417523241653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-used-to-play-hide-and-seek.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-3323733791881022235</id><published>2009-04-19T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:43:46.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;''because some fears just don't go away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to figure livejournal out. it is so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;guess i would have to annoy belle soon. i got the background, but the layout looks just weird. like uber weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murphy, get your homework done. there's a test and two physics worksheets to hand in tomorrow! get to work, lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, i wonder if you forget me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles. (homeworrrkkk. seriously, can i not give a fuck about it &amp;amp; not feel guilty?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- i've been chatting non-stop since ten in the morning, now my fingers are cramping. ow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-3323733791881022235?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3323733791881022235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=3323733791881022235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3323733791881022235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3323733791881022235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-some-fears-just-dont-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-3045737971467221602</id><published>2009-04-18T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:19:05.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;''if there's a reason for you to be around, make sure it exists; because if it's gone, so are you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics lesson today was alright. went well. amazingly, i actually LEARNT something. should have anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition. had a long walk home. sat around the playground for ages. there's just too much to think about these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i was young, mom used to drop me at one of those caged indoor playgrounds while she went shopping. the cage was huge and it was flooded with a million colored plastic balls. the other kids threw the balls at each other, slide down slides and crawl through mini tunnels. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime i enter those cages, i never dared to play in the playgrounds. no matter how long the slides were or how far the swings could go, i never dared. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that day, i had wanted to buy a soft toy but mom coldly said no. she was in a rush. so i stormed around, i cried. she left me in the big cages again. i was mad at her for leaving me this way, i looked into the playground i was once afraid of, thinking that i would hide in there and she would not be able to find me. she would get all worried and buy me the toy afterall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, i took the first step into the long tunnel and started crawling. as i got deeper in, it seemed to become darker. maybe it was the lights, maybe it was just me. i crawled for what felt like ages, sat there. didn't move. it got scarier. the walls of the tunnel seemed to be closing onto me. i dare not move. soon, i heard someone calling my name. i told myself i was still furious at her and refused to answer. but i wasn't furious. i just did not know how to get out. &lt;/em&gt;mom&lt;em&gt;, i called out. the tears began to rush down my face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before i knew it, i saw the familiar hand i always held when something happened. i took her hand and followed her out of the tunnel. because at that point of time, i truly believed that following my mother's footsteps was the surest way out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-3045737971467221602?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3045737971467221602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=3045737971467221602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3045737971467221602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3045737971467221602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-theres-reason-for-you-to-be-around.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-3641215344688175051</id><published>2009-04-17T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:31:37.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"still hate that bitch."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm awfully tired.don't feel like thinking, much less wake up for physics lessons early tomorrow. eight to twelve-thirty. is this a joke or what? four and a half freaking hours in that room listening to miss tan talk. -points middle finger-&lt;br /&gt;i've got a freaking life yknow. &amp;amp; saturdays are the only days i can sleep in but that bitch has got to kill it. screw her big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're studying pressure now. water &amp;amp; air pressure. try homework pressure.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not handing in homework, or anything. i'm gonna fail. i'm gonna screw those fucking tests up.&lt;br /&gt;except my parents, who would give a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.y.i, they've been nagging for the past hour about the importance of studies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they really think i can cope.&lt;br /&gt;sure i can. but when i stop trying so hard, everything's gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow water pressure? the deeper the water is, the more pressure exerted on it. &amp;amp; that's why if you poke a hole in the bottle, the water that shoots out doesn't go far.&lt;br /&gt;here's the thing: i'm like the water right at the bottom. only that if you poke a hole, nothing comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-3641215344688175051?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3641215344688175051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=3641215344688175051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3641215344688175051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/3641215344688175051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-hate-that-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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-481732262790128110.post-1028058574259654734</id><published>2009-04-16T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:09:51.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MURPHY'S GONNA SUICIDE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(without)&lt;/span&gt; LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-crying hysterically-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481732262790128110-1028058574259654734?l=her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1028058574259654734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=481732262790128110&amp;postID=1028058574259654734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1028058574259654734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481732262790128110/posts/default/1028058574259654734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-midnight-angel.blogspot.com/2009/04/murphys-gonna-suicide.html' title=''/><author><name>murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820815362821592160</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>
