<?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-21815854</id><updated>2011-11-07T09:15:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from my addled mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants. Memories which consists of the entire emotional spectrum. Appreciating the irony of it all. Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-7908296002623014029</id><published>2010-09-06T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:04:57.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than one.</title><content type='html'>I actually have more than one blog. This happened during the days when everyone was going on a blog frenzy and I was just reminded about my other blogs when i signed into blogger using my gmail account. Apparently this one is with my hotmail account, now i do not know what to do. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, thanks Diana for commenting. You've definitely motivated me to blog more often. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to not seem conceited but &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in the &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=%2F2010%2F9%2F5%2Fsundaymetro%2F6976879&amp;amp;sec=sundaymetro"&gt;papers&lt;/a&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt; *tee hee hee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="story_image center" style="width: 234px;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2010/9/5/sundaymetro/ms_4najwa.jpg" alt="" width="220" height="347" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="caption"&gt;Najwa Amira Ahmad Zaidee is all packed for her Raya vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For Najwa Amira Ahmad Zaidee, 20, and her family (including her extended family), the first week of Raya will be spent in Krabi, Thailand. “We have these family vacations every year. In 2009, we were in Bali. It’s a long running tradition in my family,” says the bubbly law student who lives in Petaling Jaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Courtesy of theStar. Tried looking for the Tabula Rasa one online but can't find it. oh well. heh.heh.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay enough with the ego feeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wear black a lot don't I? But then again you can't blame me, black is slimming.... Mom's complained so many times "Najwa, why are you always in black?? You have so many pretty colourful clothes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ah well...whatcha gonna do eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-7908296002623014029?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/7908296002623014029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=7908296002623014029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/7908296002623014029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/7908296002623014029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-than-one.html' title='More than one.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-8595294215230878019</id><published>2010-09-05T04:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T04:57:53.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last time I updated this blog was when i first started college at help. First week of "adult hood". No more school uniforms, no more set 8-3 classes, no more sitting in just one class for 8 hours. This was college.Now 2 years later, I'm in university, doing law. Most of my high school friends are either in or leaving in a few weeks for university overseas...and i'm still here. It's not a big deal though, gives me motivation to study so I get good enough grades to go to UK next year. Thats the next phase of my life....UK.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how my writing seemed more mature back then when I first started this blog. I was 16 years old. In a few months I'll be 20 and my teenage years would be behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly believe that my English has deteriorated as I grow older. Odd isn't it? The people you mix with really do influence you. Consciously and subconsciously. Sometimes they do have a positive effect on you but sometimes.....its to your detriment. But friends are friends, I would not be the me I am today without them. I must say I'm somewhat content with "me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to stop using the word "I". Sounds very self-centered. It's as though I have nothing to talk about, and there I go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, I realised that this blog serves as a diary, words that describes my life at the time I'm writing the blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do I sum up the past 2 years? KDU - OBU twinning has been amazing. The first day wasn't that great as i completely missed orientation week hence ended up not knowing anyone. But after awhile it got better :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I've made really good friends. You guys know who you are. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs306.ash2/58686_10150255407150650_702205649_14832896_5698649_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29080_398989001993_602461993_4891478_3952352_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 481px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29077_405240508290_663383290_4100146_6624612_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 640px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course there are those whom I miss dearly... my high school mates and also help mates... Again, without you guys,  dont know where I'll be. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So much has happened these past 2 years, but the one thing that I'd like to always remember [off the top of my head right now anyway] is the University Scholars Leadership Symposium. ;) ah sweet sweet Melaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thats all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;much love. from ramadhan 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-8595294215230878019?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/8595294215230878019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=8595294215230878019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/8595294215230878019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/8595294215230878019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2010/09/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-1356000683873376118</id><published>2008-02-07T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:23:52.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it back?</title><content type='html'>So i haven't been blogging a while. Kind of didnt feel like doing so, don't know why. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that college life is and isn't all that its wrapped up to be. I have kind of somewhat developed a love hate relationship with it i suppose. I love college because of the abundant amount of freedom i have. Well fine, not abundant but it sure as hell is more than what i had in high school (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also nice because if i were to skip classes, who would know? The lecturers don't really care much, you can go anywhere you want, and if you skip classes and decide to drive to PD or something during class times, your parents won't know. Restriction is a definite scarcity when compared to high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why I hate...hang on, hate is too strong a word. Why i'm not fully excited and happy and totally in love with it is because I find that "me" time is also a scarcity. See, back in high school, i can actually just stay in the toilet for ten minutes during class or even walk out to the balcony/window place and sit there and stare off into space and no one was going to come in and disturb me and bombard me with questions on whether im okay or not and so on. But in college however, I can't seem to get away. Have some alone time. Not that i don't like being with my friends and all but sometimes you just have to have that you know? I suppose i wouldn't be minding it as much if i get to have "alone" time at home but that i don't have either.  Oh well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apart from that. College admittedly has been a blast and also extremely money sucking.&lt;br /&gt;Jarrod and Rawlins, Fig Tree, Starbucks. Those are the expensive places of course... sigh. Unfortunately the mamaks are at the main block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, its all good i suppose. This however is based on just one month experience of COLLEGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i got into an accident? ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-1356000683873376118?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/1356000683873376118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=1356000683873376118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/1356000683873376118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/1356000683873376118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-back.html' title='is it back?'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-3218422109939598950</id><published>2007-12-09T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:40:53.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my birthday.... so why am i not feeling particularly celebratory.... it feels as though i'm going through a quarter life crisis which does not allow me to enjoy this particular day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why should we celebrate the supposed day we were born anyway? we were born and thats that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year that passes is as though telling you that another year went by without you doing anything that "memanfaatkan" your life. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just another day... if it's like that to everyone else why should it be different to you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just another day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-3218422109939598950?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/3218422109939598950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=3218422109939598950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/3218422109939598950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/3218422109939598950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-514758536484958146</id><published>2007-10-22T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:57:45.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL IS IT HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it that bothers me most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it spm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it the amount coffee i've been consuming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ALL THIS FUCKING ANXIETY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw all the tears&lt;br /&gt;just screw it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough..please just let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough i've had enough i've had enough i've had enough i've had enough i've had enough........&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-514758536484958146?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/514758536484958146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=514758536484958146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/514758536484958146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/514758536484958146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-hell-is-it-huh-what-is-it-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-1443401273729959696</id><published>2007-08-24T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:27:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Run.&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do is run.&lt;br /&gt;run while i still can.&lt;br /&gt;run from everything that has happened&lt;br /&gt;run from the memories&lt;br /&gt;run from my sins&lt;br /&gt;run from the pain, pain that i feel and the pain that i've caused.&lt;br /&gt;run from my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;run from my feelings&lt;br /&gt;run to the place where i can be blisfully ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run.&lt;br /&gt;help me run.&lt;br /&gt;help me runaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-1443401273729959696?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/1443401273729959696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=1443401273729959696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/1443401273729959696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/1443401273729959696'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise that i only blog well when i'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; feeling &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;content&lt;/u&gt; or anything of the sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sick Repetitive Cycle of my &lt;strong&gt;Sick&lt;/strong&gt; love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaking karma is getting on my nerves. How do you break &lt;strong&gt;a &lt;/strong&gt;cycle? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cycle which inlcudes love,feelings,pain,karma.&lt;br /&gt;how? please someone tell me how!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to stop this before it pushes me over the edge. I need to stop this before i succumb to doing something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all hate to break hearts and have our hearts broken.&lt;br /&gt;But just imagine what its like to know WHO's heart &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are going to break and who is going to break &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't it just &lt;strong&gt;sick? &lt;/strong&gt;Terrible! Revolting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid i will.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to lose you as a confidant..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've already lost one confidant.&lt;br /&gt;and that shattered me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i can go through that again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it seems inevitable now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-1715541766836073600?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/1715541766836073600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=1715541766836073600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/1715541766836073600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/1715541766836073600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2007/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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/_q5hxLT-FfmU/Rs2jKOs4FeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FU_O_cnVqxc/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-6112304021349540755</id><published>2007-06-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T19:59:16.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hugs.</title><content type='html'>I guess what Vishal recently said was right [yet again]. I probably just need a good hug... it doesnt have to be from him.... just from someone i'm comfortable with. [which is pretty much a lot of people] But someone who'll make me feel safe. Like my friends. Thanks Vishal. Thanks Mirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole come back... i desperately need one from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes if someone, anyone, were to hug you [albeit you  know the person lah] would be nice too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all you need is a good hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats what i need as of this very moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-6112304021349540755?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/6112304021349540755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=6112304021349540755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/6112304021349540755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/6112304021349540755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2007/06/hugs.html' title='hugs.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-5496420141209444574</id><published>2007-05-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:15:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh a million sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q5hxLT-FfmU/RknMi5nrMGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iAexo55Lap0/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064804155909681250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q5hxLT-FfmU/RknMi5nrMGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iAexo55Lap0/s320/crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. But when you think about it... a thousand words isn't really that much. This picture cannot describe the pain that i feel in my heart daily. This picture does not show how everyday, every minute...second... feels like a stab in the heart. &lt;em&gt;How can you mend a broken heart? &lt;/em&gt;oh what a song. &lt;em&gt;Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again. &lt;/em&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....our love was comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-5496420141209444574?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/5496420141209444574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=5496420141209444574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/5496420141209444574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/5496420141209444574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh-million-sighs.html' title='sigh a million sighs'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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/_q5hxLT-FfmU/RknMi5nrMGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iAexo55Lap0/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-116040961910290163</id><published>2006-10-09T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:00:19.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suppose you're confused. probably more so than i am. but why does it have to be this way. are we liking people just for the sake of liking. are we really being true to our feelings.....? or is there more...? is this just wishful thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find clarity. i need proper answers. i want it to stop. i want this to end...but at the same time............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion strikes me hard. the more i think about you the more i doubt i can hold on. i feel like i'll fall to the depths of darkness and passion with you consuming and permeating my mind constantly. but do i really want that to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-O-N-F-U-S-E-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks amie. =) i didnt know people still read this blog. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-116040961910290163?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/116040961910290163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=116040961910290163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/116040961910290163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/116040961910290163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-suppose-youre-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-115962845952352946</id><published>2006-09-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:00:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why did i let it happen?</title><content type='html'>i think i'm in love with you. but it can't be. you and i are just a dream. a painful but sinful dream. you and i will never make history together but i want it so. me loving you is unhealthy for me. but it doesnt matter now does it? it was just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be there for you anymore. when you call on me. no answer shall i return to you. when you ask for me. i'm giving up. i'm walking out. no more. enough. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i hope i am. please give me the strength i need to not fall in to sin and into the depths of darkness for i yearn for the light and have had enough of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace............solitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-115962845952352946?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/115962845952352946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=115962845952352946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115962845952352946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115962845952352946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-did-i-let-it-happen.html' title='why did i let it happen?'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-115736417406424726</id><published>2006-09-04T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:02:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and something inside me dies.</title><content type='html'>last night i started crying again. i cannot take this anymore. crying till the wee hours of the morning just isnt healthy... and my head hurts....so while this feeling went on i.... wroteanotherpoem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which by the way is untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i hold my head up high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try to suppress my sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in light i feel embarassed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;comfort i find, in darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tears threaten to spill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tempting it is to take a pill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;obviously it's not an option&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but curse the temptation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to find clarity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm just getting by, barely...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only when i change my attitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will i find peace and solitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the right decisions, i need to make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before i drown deeper and deeper, into the lake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this needs to end.. somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-115736417406424726?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/115736417406424726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=115736417406424726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115736417406424726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115736417406424726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-something-inside-me-dies.html' title='and something inside me dies.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-115685950777087761</id><published>2006-08-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:51:47.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were merely freshman</title><content type='html'>the world is changing. everybody is changing. everybody is actually...... no words can describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprising actually... i mean what the world has become. it's really surprising. you wouldn't expect it to be this way but it is. Everything takes you by surprise... gosh don't you just hate that? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well i dont... not really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocked. yes.. thats what i am. shocked..... and scared to i guess. afraid if i would be sucked in to the darkness of the world. i don't know if you notice but there is so much &lt;strong&gt;sin &lt;/strong&gt;everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting really afraid because i have sinned too.... but the sin that some of the people i know have commit is scaring me.... it's not that i'm not "&lt;em&gt;opened minded&lt;/em&gt;" heck. i'm &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;open minded. but now i've come to realise that it isn't a good thing. i mean the things that i am &lt;em&gt;fairly &lt;/em&gt;comfortable with.... it isnt good. i should be stopping it. or at least try to control it from turning into a conspiracy or an epidemic.................... anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rant ends here since....well just since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-115685950777087761?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/115685950777087761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=115685950777087761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115685950777087761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115685950777087761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-were-merely-freshman.html' title='we were merely freshman'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-115678376698282464</id><published>2006-08-29T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:49:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i for some odd reason was letting my brain and emotions fly around again... i let it take control again today. so during break i decided to right yet another poem. and of course creep was... and is still stuck in my head the whole day. how wonderful. have half a mind to put the lyrics up in my locker &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[not that i look at my locker that much] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the world keeps spinning&lt;br /&gt;and the soil turns to dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything is fading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and move on we must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is unexpected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always ready to surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;many feel dejected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadness, the ultimate prize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beauty in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turning ugly and sorrowful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happiness in a little girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the only thing left wonderful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. for now. when i wrote the title in my book people thought it said cats :p&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-115678376698282464?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/115678376698282464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=115678376698282464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115678376698282464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115678376698282464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-for-some-odd-reason-was-letting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-115662728967972558</id><published>2006-08-27T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T05:21:29.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the anthem of its time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you were here before, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't look you in the eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just like an angel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; your skin makes me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You float like a feather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I was special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm a creep, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't belong here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care if it hurts, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna have control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a perfect body &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to notice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm not around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I was special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't belong here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's running out the door ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's running out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's run, run, run, run... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I was special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm a creep, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't belong hereI don't belong here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-115662728967972558?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/115662728967972558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=115662728967972558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115662728967972558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115662728967972558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/08/anthem-of-its-time.html' title='the anthem of its time.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-115658680071709810</id><published>2006-08-26T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T05:27:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone, done? not quite.</title><content type='html'>i suppose i may still be sad. i suppose i may still be... depressed. but what can i do? what can i say? last night caught me off guard because i sudddenly caught myself thinking about keith again and how we were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vishal and i were on the phone just talking about how his date went and other random things. and it was those random things that broke me.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't nice to have your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;it isn't nice when you think something is finally going right&lt;br /&gt;that all your unlucky streak is finally taking a turn&lt;br /&gt;that a curse has finally been broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just comes crashing again. but this isn't about keith. of course it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the holidays are over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-115658680071709810?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/115658680071709810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=115658680071709810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115658680071709810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115658680071709810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/08/gone-done-not-quite.html' title='gone, done? not quite.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-115642364735975265</id><published>2006-08-24T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:47:27.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no.</title><content type='html'>i need help. it's starting up again... it shouldn't you know. it really shouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all things in my heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;all things good and bad&lt;br /&gt;all things right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;have now spiraled out of control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing seems to make sense&lt;br /&gt;everything's a blur&lt;br /&gt;i need help&lt;br /&gt;and i'm crying out for help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but no one notices&lt;br /&gt;i no longer know&lt;br /&gt;how long i can take this&lt;br /&gt;before it consumes me&lt;br /&gt;and i disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;into the oblivion...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poems. i'm writing poems again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-115642364735975265?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/115642364735975265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=115642364735975265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115642364735975265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115642364735975265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/08/no.html' title='no.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-115373990351127474</id><published>2006-07-24T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:18:23.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead inside.</title><content type='html'>so once again i go back to the old ways of the najwa.  writing poems. putting down all my emotions on paper... everything i feel... and what i seem to be feeling lately is just pain. hurt. frustration. anger. sadness. for all i know i could be spiraling down the road to depression... but then again maybe not... those green pills sure seem tempting... and what more the cancer stick. oh how ive been wanting one... just one whole stick.... it should suffice shouldnt it? i wouldnt get addicted.. i cant! i'll be a hypocrite..... but no.. i havent taken any... not even one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't quite seem to understand or figure out exactly what it is im going through. exactly what it is that is wrong with me. i. do. not. know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no clue. i dont think i'll ever know... it could be nothing but then again it could be everything all summed up into one big ball of tangled emotions all on full blast. my brain cant take it anymore..my heart... my body... my mind.... enough is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wouldn't stop... day by day i feel weaker and weaker..... i can no longer hide what is inside me... i can no longer hide what i feel... my emotions are showing but i dont want them to... my facade is melting.... it shouldnt! it cant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i musn't allow it but what can i do? how can i prevent it? i seem to want to be nothing more than a couch potato... everything is in black white and grey... technicolour is something i no longer see... something i no longer appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful sunsets no longer enthralls me... beauty.... beauty... gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-115373990351127474?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/115373990351127474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=115373990351127474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115373990351127474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/115373990351127474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/07/dead-inside.html' title='dead inside.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-114757685324882670</id><published>2006-05-14T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:20:53.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom?</title><content type='html'>i feel kind of mean because i dont have anything for my mom on mothers day. but dont you think its a bit sad though that only once a year we do this? shouldnt we be appreciative of both our parents at all times.... they're the ones who gives us education, nurse us when we're sick, believe in us and in what we do &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[most of the time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and the ones who feeds us.. keeps us alive... or heck.. we won't be hear if it wasnt for both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is mother's and father's day? the same thing like valentines day.... just another day for florists and chocolate shops and restaurants to make a lil extra cash. honestly... if you were a mother or a father would you rather go out for dinner and receive &lt;em&gt;bought &lt;/em&gt;flowers from florists... or a home made card filled with love... baked cookies by your children... a home made photoframe with a message tucked at the back of the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess mothers/fathers day is for those people who work day and night to run their own family &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[think 30's and 40 year old people] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and its time for them to be appreciated and appreciate their parents. But then again.. that doesnt quite happen does it? No offence but i dont see my oldest brother here... i didnt hear the phone ring.... does he remember? or is he planning something with his kids and wife........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i dont know where this is going but im just literally typing what im thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont appreciate them when they are here.. when we know that they are there for us. ever ready to clear up our messes... straighten our lives out..and point us in the right direction... guide us so that we succeed........ they do all the work and what do they actually get in return? sometimes we just raise our voice at them because we feel "pressured" and as though we have no "privacy"... of course i have been a victim of this before.. i'd be straight out lying if i were to say ive never felt any of this or said or done any of it............ but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mothers day mom.... you know i love you and always will and you can come stay with me when im grown out and out of the house =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-114757685324882670?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/114757685324882670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=114757685324882670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114757685324882670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114757685324882670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/05/mom.html' title='mom?'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-114434187141850881</id><published>2006-04-07T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:44:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say what? rant.</title><content type='html'>yea. paramount championship. to discover new talents? HAH yea right. i'm glad that 4m got in for the band after all. we know that &lt;em&gt;foobitch&lt;/em&gt; has turned to &lt;em&gt;foobiasbitch. &lt;/em&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda sad that i didnt do the poetry recital thing since i would have loved to. but due to the kdu debate i never had time to actually know what's going on in school so yea. and now that the kdu debate is over, i found out that im in the debate for this stupid paramount championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having this championship thing made me realise &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[and probably afew other people too] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that i don't have a particular talent that i excel at.. that makes people go 0_0 . i envy those who can sing beautifully and those who can dance gracefully without even trying, those who can speak and ber&lt;em&gt;syarahan &lt;/em&gt;those who can play a particular instrument as though it was apart of them... as though they were born with it, those who can write and captivate people..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. :) congratulations to those of you who got through to the semis and/or finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum diddly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who organised this are so daft. it clashes with the mssd competition. and on the 15 is the school open day which is rather a big thing since its &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;time for &lt;em&gt;those people &lt;/em&gt;to promote the school. and after that on the 17th is the paramount finals and shit... and about 2 weeks later is the &lt;strong&gt;mid year exams. &lt;/strong&gt;HELOO stupid much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. the teacher are always comparing us to the government school. well if you wan tus to be so much like the government school than let us or the prefects organise the events because you know what? in government schools the teachers dont even know whats going on half of the time! and in case you teachers and/or staffs haven't noticed we are a &lt;strong&gt;private &lt;/strong&gt;school so stop bloody comparing us to government schools because you arent giving us the chance to be like them. ARGH! government schools have more &lt;em&gt;organised &lt;/em&gt;events becaue it is run and done by the students. of course they would go all out for it. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAFT DAFT DAFT! STUPID IMBECILIC NONSENSICAL MENTALLY INCOMPETENT..... sigh,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles. i kind of feel mean but. sigh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-114434187141850881?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/114434187141850881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=114434187141850881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114434187141850881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114434187141850881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/04/say-what-rant.html' title='say what? rant.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-114388233799949575</id><published>2006-04-01T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:05:38.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>debate. a void.</title><content type='html'>righty-o. debate is over and it feels odd. we had so much fun. Ms L and ms Hoo going crazy.. and us just randomly cursing and the sex jokes.... dayng. and of couse the CONTENTIOONN!! yea... 5 days of wrecking my brain and thinking of wtf to talk and a nervous wreck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berlin liew, matthew pang, mok karl shern..... bloody hell what an experience yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get the pics from berlin ASAP. sigh. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-114388233799949575?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/114388233799949575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=114388233799949575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114388233799949575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114388233799949575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/04/debate-void.html' title='debate. a void.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-114287111960288400</id><published>2006-03-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:11:59.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the meanie within.</title><content type='html'>I recently found out that i have been cursing quite a bit.. more than my usual anyway which is rather odd since there is nothing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;major &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;provoking me to do so. So why am i cursing again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a horrid word... It has definitely consumed my life. I don't do anything that has nothing to do with school anymore. school &lt;strong&gt;work &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yea right i dont do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;school &lt;strong&gt;events. &lt;/strong&gt;interschool &lt;strong&gt;competitions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i do this to myself? oh yes yes testimonial. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is once again... me contradicting myself. One day i really am going to go over board and shall be legally declared insane. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you sure you're not already declared so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK. talking to oneself is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when have i ever been normal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEP. stop. love my vain moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anway today during break i was having typical break time chats with &lt;em&gt;mirah, jackson and su may, suet sim and tiffany &lt;/em&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;najwa: our class has weird people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;suet sim: really? how am i weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*tiffany comments something on that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;su may: najwa how are you weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;najwa: actually i'm normal. By implying that my class is weird means that i am normal. so if i were to say that i am normal makes them weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jackson&amp;mirah: say what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;najwa: you see. if i were to say that &lt;strong&gt;i think that everyone is weird &lt;/strong&gt;makes me normal which means that &lt;strong&gt;i am the weird one &lt;/strong&gt;for saying that &lt;strong&gt;everyone is weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;su may: hey that actually makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;amirah: uhh.. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i enjoy random conversations. Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i have much to update on since my life is relatively dull. i only have school activities going on such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;inter-school debate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paramount competition ie [skit, salsa, debate, probably poetry recital]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting into cheer? pfft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh. havent included school work have i? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;projects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;essays [bm]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid peka shit for physics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i must say that having that whack so called ssp reunion was not bad really... although the outcomes are "hillarious".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;m-curlee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-114287111960288400?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/114287111960288400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=114287111960288400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114287111960288400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114287111960288400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/03/meanie-within.html' title='the meanie within.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-114052899191687845</id><published>2006-02-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:36:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic stricken</title><content type='html'>oh damn. &lt;strong&gt;SEA FORENSICS &lt;/strong&gt;is on thursday a.k.a tomorrow! or well i'm not counting today because its already 930 pm and how much can i do in 3 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO why am i panicking? well let's see shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still donn't have a mofoing script for solo acting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and as for impromptu i guess i'm doing okay but unfortunately i'm not consistent. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't constantly reach 3 minutes. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[what the fuck can you say about gates?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man. scared scared. and i feel so mean. i was so bitchy to my parents in the car and all the way untill about 20 minutes ago. I know they want to help but I didnt get enough sleep nor am i in a good mood because i'm under alot of STRESS. AND I'M SCARED SHITLESS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway. I really have to apologise to my parents. *sigh* If only they knew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;URGH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;currently listening to - i won't dance by michael buble and jane monheit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-114052899191687845?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/114052899191687845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=114052899191687845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114052899191687845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114052899191687845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/02/panic-stricken_21.html' title='panic stricken'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-114027632625059820</id><published>2006-02-18T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:25:26.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what &lt;em&gt;puppy love &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;infatuation &lt;/em&gt;really is? And &lt;strong&gt;love...&lt;/strong&gt; How I actually despise this topic but am totally intrigued by it at the same time. There is so much I want.. no.. &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know if what I'm feeling is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;developing crush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;potential crush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nothing at all and can be totally ignored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a "spur of the moment" thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;something that can actually lead to &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and more! oh gosh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like being in this position because I now have to start contemplating and contradicting with myself... which trust me, is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enough of that. As of now I find that life is absolutely....appalling? I don't know. Can't find the right word for it but i suppose anything negative will do. Except for the fact that im showing signs of improvement for impromptu so thats positive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well. I'm rambling on nonsensically. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toodles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to - true colours by jill scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-114027632625059820?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/114027632625059820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=114027632625059820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114027632625059820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114027632625059820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-it_18.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-114000273945692304</id><published>2006-02-15T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:25:39.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mental.</title><content type='html'>I don't really know how to describe my Valentine's Day. It was okay I guess. Thanks Berlin for the pretty flower and Arif for the rose and chocolate and Darryl for the teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly thanks guys. But I felt as though something was missing... I dont know what it is though but something was missing &lt;strong&gt;big time... &lt;/strong&gt;and as the day progressed on it just didn't seem right. But hey I'm sure alot of girls had a nice day yesterday and were very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i shall go back to my previous post because I felt that way again after school. It's weird though, because you know that feeling that you get in your chest when you're really really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;scared? yea. I got that. For &lt;strong&gt;no apparent reason&lt;/strong&gt; now. call me CRAZY will you? Because I think i really am losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-114000273945692304?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/114000273945692304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=114000273945692304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114000273945692304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/114000273945692304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/02/mental.html' title='mental.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-113967965224118213</id><published>2006-02-12T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:40:52.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions taking me over.</title><content type='html'>Pun unintended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through various stages of emotions today. When I woke up I was just groggy but later on i got a tad frustrated because we waited for vishal. After that I felt nervous while listening to al the points for impromptu and what not. Later on, I just felt content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went to ou i just felt happy that i could shop again. When I got home I went back into my usual trance of lazing on the couch. And all of a sudden later through the night at about 10-ish i started to feel uneasy. Me being me didnt really think much about it. Then i started thinking about what i did today and realised that i spent &lt;strong&gt;shitloads &lt;/strong&gt;of money on... on just things that i regret &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[not really regret but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;] &lt;strong&gt;Somehow &lt;/strong&gt;it just isn't right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about an hour ago i decided that i should just sleep this insecurity off. But realised that my left eye felt stingy. So i went to get some optrex in my parents room. As I was doing so again the uneasy feeling was felt. Afew minutes after I was done.. thought i would finally turn in... but instead as soon as my head touched the pillow... I felt overwhelmed and before I knew it tears were streaming down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is deeply bothering me but i have no idea what. I feel so worried. Something has gone horrifically wrong and i can feel it. It's affecting me in such a way that i can't control anything. And right now i don't know how i'm going to get through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearing 2 am now, and i know that i really need my sleep. But i just dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. Is. So. Wrong.    You may be asking 'what is' and all I can say is I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-113967965224118213?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/113967965224118213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=113967965224118213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113967965224118213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113967965224118213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/02/emotions-taking-me-over.html' title='Emotions taking me over.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-113931899635688107</id><published>2006-02-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:32:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling old. music?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find myself feeling old? Don't any of you get sick of people telling you how much more mature you are/look for your age? I know I do. And goodness knows i don't listen to much mainstream anymore. Although I do know what is new and stuff but somehow they don't quite appeal to me. Like songs on hitz.fm. I used to listen to it every single time when i got into the car and when I got my radio, it was the only station that was programmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, what is in mainstream is something i don't quite enjoy. And I'm listening to stuff like buble, ari hest, damien rice and alot of songs that aren't mainstream or were once. When i say were once meaning &lt;strong&gt;metallica, incubus, santana &lt;/strong&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although they still play his latest songs which I am very much thankful for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;] &lt;strong&gt;guns &amp;amp; roses &lt;/strong&gt;and more of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what i mean by feeling old? These peoples started performing 10-20 years ago... &lt;strong&gt;I listen to light and easy now. &lt;/strong&gt;They play really nice songs.... and miss songs like &lt;em&gt;"my happiness, don't look back in anger, bittersweet symphony"&lt;/em&gt; i dont know what you categorise that under but yea... those type of music I surely do miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays it makes me wonder. What in the world happened to good music? Music with lyrics that have meaning. Music with actual rhythm feeling and emotion. Music which you can enjoy and chill with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course this is just my take on it. I know many people who can actually chill to rap and hip hop and whatever thats on mainstream and sung by &lt;strong&gt;lima puluh sen.&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear he should never show his face. and NEVER EVER ACT!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway like i said. This is all me. No matter how many times vishal explains to me how he likes most of those songs i shall never understand. But I do like some of it though... those with more... rhythm? I'm not sure. But some of them just sound plain with the same background rhythm repeating itself again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all comes down to how you listen to it. Vishal listens to music by listening to the lyrics first... whereas i listen more to the.... whatever-isn't-the-lyrics first and how that song makes me feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-113931899635688107?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/113931899635688107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=113931899635688107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113931899635688107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113931899635688107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/02/feeling-old-music.html' title='feeling old. music?'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21815854.post-113905726971661707</id><published>2006-02-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:47:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic stricken.</title><content type='html'>I do things that I'm not supposed to and I don't do things that I'm supposed to. This is really scaring me. How've been acting lately and the things that I'm doing or aren't.... I have to stop but somehow somethings you just succumb to and you know so badly that it's so extremely wrong but you can't help it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away.... Things aren't right... the real world is too scary.... the things that people do...... the things that  I do. It just isn't right. It's not supposed to be this way. This cannot be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repent.&lt;br /&gt;I repent.&lt;br /&gt;I repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is spinning... everything is getting way too out of hand. I can't seem to control anything anymore... My actions, My thoughts, My mind....my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is going awry and it's scaring me. I'm deathly afraid of what is happening to me and what is &lt;strong&gt;going &lt;/strong&gt;to happen to me. And somehow i don't think there is anything out there that can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice would never work. Scoldings would just bounce off the facade that i have on. I'm too thick skinned for my own good. I want to change so badly... so so badly. I have no idea what is holding me back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have literally been split in two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-113905726971661707?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/113905726971661707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=113905726971661707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113905726971661707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113905726971661707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/02/panic-stricken.html' title='panic stricken.'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-113888682788301710</id><published>2006-02-02T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:44:12.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today at school, &lt;em&gt;mirah, matt, melia, vishal, tzern &lt;/em&gt;and i got engaged in a somewhat political conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about bush and nuking middle-eastern countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said earlier and i still stand by what i said, nuking countries to rid poverty is something i'm not against. but nuking a country just for &lt;strong&gt;the sake of nuking a country&lt;/strong&gt; is unimaginable. Bush being the leader of America is just plain bullshit. i'm sorry it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on a lighter note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still contemplating on whether to attend school tomorrow or not. It seems quite pointless to drag myself out of bed at an unreasonable hour and freeze myself in the shower just to arrive at school and do nothing much and wait the whole day till &lt;em&gt;forensics/cheer/paramount deco &lt;/em&gt;and goodness i hate the fact that all three of those things are at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes 5 working/schooling days a week just doesn't seem enough. I suppose it's because we have &lt;strong&gt;8 freaking hours of school&lt;/strong&gt; which we spend doing nothing but listen to teachers drone on and on about their particular subject while we doodle and day-dream away and wait for when they actually give us work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some things seem to be quite odd nowadays. Everything is changing and I think i'm actually getting comfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway to bath and rest my aching muscles i shall go. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[extra] &lt;strong&gt;if any of you know anybody in your class or form who are in the &lt;u&gt;yellow house cheer&lt;/u&gt; team please inform them that if they continue to miss practices and not inquire about practices with &lt;u&gt;quincee&lt;/u&gt; they would immediately be KICKED OUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty-o. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-113888682788301710?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/113888682788301710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=113888682788301710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113888682788301710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113888682788301710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-at-school-mirah-matt-melia.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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-21815854.post-113880935375164387</id><published>2006-02-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:55:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noob</title><content type='html'>hello and yes i have decided to be a blogspot-er. =P actually i've had this account for quite a while but never really used it since alot of people used xanga &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; so now since alot of people are using this i've decided to actually activate it so that it's  easier for me to read you blogspot-ers blogs [heh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course i shall blog here if i feel that xanga has somewhat become too... how shall i put it... known? i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. good day to whoever reads this. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21815854-113880935375164387?l=myfrisson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/feeds/113880935375164387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21815854&amp;postID=113880935375164387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113880935375164387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21815854/posts/default/113880935375164387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfrisson.blogspot.com/2006/02/noob.html' title='noob'/><author><name>jazzy_naj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924977317795986243</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>
