<?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-28178781</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:27:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Bittersweet</title><subtitle type='html'>"Love builds up the broken wall and straightens the crooked path. Love keeps the stars in the firmament and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides. Each of us is created of it. And I suspect each of us was created for it”
-Maya Angelou-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-2215682140287898690</id><published>2009-07-06T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:24:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you gotta go there to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SiqLMftjJRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OMIKw3LgJGQ/s1600-h/Thuls+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SiqLMftjJRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OMIKw3LgJGQ/s320/Thuls+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344236954615751954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just have to re-visit the old to move ahead with the times. It's been awhile since I have been back here. Okay I lie. I visit this page everyday. Sometimes, it's to remind myself of the events that have taken place over the last 3 years and sometimes its to remind myself of who I am and who I have become. The last 3 years have been nothing short of amazing(yes you heard right). I learnt how to love like I have never done before. I had my heart broken. Many times in fact. I fucked up on the education front. But there's something about those 3 years that I will always hold dear to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;I chose the above picture because it basically sums up the entire 3 years. That day was something wasn't it boobsie? I can safely say that it was my favouritest bit of the entire 3 years.:D &lt;br /&gt;But while its been fun taking a trip back into the past, here's to the rest of my life to which I await with great anticipation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thulasi&lt;br /&gt;7th June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2215682140287898690?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2215682140287898690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2215682140287898690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2215682140287898690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2215682140287898690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-gotta-go-there-to-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SiqLMftjJRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OMIKw3LgJGQ/s72-c/Thuls+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-6129247619850310871</id><published>2009-02-07T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:19:25.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let's quit while we're still ahead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching for the right words since forever. I miss you. I don't want to say goodbye and it almost feels like I won't have to. You have left a part of yourself behind with me. But yes, we can't do this any longer. I understand that just because I love with you all that I am, it doesn’t mean that we should be together again. Our lives are so different right now and will continue to be on different paths indefinitely. I love you. There I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Thuls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to leave this part of me behind. I remember thinking how I wanted my last post to be different. I dont think I managed to pull that off. But it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6129247619850310871?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6129247619850310871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6129247619850310871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6129247619850310871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6129247619850310871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-quit-while-were-still-ahead-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-6674610919053177337</id><published>2009-01-14T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:59:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Run like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are messy. Take it from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6674610919053177337?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6674610919053177337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6674610919053177337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6674610919053177337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6674610919053177337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/run-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4310009494576448622</id><published>2008-12-30T21:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:48:43.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonight, you're the lone ranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, you finally realise that no knight in shining armor is going to ride in and pick up the pieces for you.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, you realise you're on your own. Flying solo.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to have to pick up the pieces, wipe the tears away and trudge through life like a brave soldier. All this in hope of a better tomorrow. So dont lose faith my friend. Tomorrow will be better because tomorrow you'll be a stronger person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you. Always have and always will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4310009494576448622?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4310009494576448622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4310009494576448622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4310009494576448622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4310009494576448622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonight-youre-lone-ranger-after-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2821605982035873573</id><published>2008-12-29T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:31:14.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We might as well be strangers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself type love. Or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she's dreaming about us being in love type love or who loves the other more or what she's doing at this exact moment or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she's not there and shit, I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love,&lt;br /&gt;Then not have enough ink in my pen to write all the love type love and hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is this is one of those real love type loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like in high school I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying shit and then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me and smell her all up in my covers type love. &lt;br /&gt;And I wanna try counting the ways I love her then lose count in the middle just so I could start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries even though they ain't really anniversaries but doing it just 'cause it makes her happy type love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when our numbers dial in type love and talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer 'cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type love. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are. I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love you as long as I'd like to type love. &lt;br /&gt;And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love and I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair. Well maybe not all of the hair, maybe like I'd cut the split ends and trim my mustache but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel comfortable now so I even be fantasize about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated and somehow meet up again with you so I could fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shihan, This type love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2821605982035873573?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2821605982035873573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2821605982035873573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2821605982035873573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2821605982035873573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-might-as-well-be-strangers-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-921750084090060218</id><published>2008-12-09T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:52:28.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;As we know it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a single reason why I should stay. I do however, have a gazillion reasons why I should turn and run for my dear life. I should quit while its early. Get out while we're still way ahead. But here's the thing. This mess I have here, let's just say it has become a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; part of me. And I'm not willing to part with it. Atleast not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-921750084090060218?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/921750084090060218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=921750084090060218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/921750084090060218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/921750084090060218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-we-know-it-i-cant-think-of-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2995472155659844370</id><published>2008-12-06T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:23:45.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My favourite mistake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my nonchalence scares me. I dont know how I do it. In a room, surrounded by people writing furiously, I think nothing of putting my pen down. I think nothing of staring out of the window when I'm nowhere near done. I watch the rain. And finally for the first time this entire semester, I felt at peace. With an incomplete paper in my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2995472155659844370?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2995472155659844370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2995472155659844370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2995472155659844370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2995472155659844370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-favourite-mistake-once-again-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7730069302832233660</id><published>2008-11-26T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:24:15.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who do you live for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up and down the street poured the Saturday afternoon crowd; mothers bent on finding perfect autumn overcoats, men in greasy tweed hats, bored suburban girls bringing £9.99 bargains to show off to friends. From here I could hear the familiar queasy mix of at least three buskers; that interminable "Annie's Song" on flute, I thought, and the man with the African drums, and a brass band. I watched the ground; the reddish bricks disappeared and reappeared as the feet and coats rushed over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie would definitely get a ticket now. I realized that I didn't care if she got three tickets and was towed away. The sound of the flute lifted for a bar or two above the clang of the brass band, and I was happy. Perversely, incredulously, momentarily happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was gone and the wave had dropped my feet down hard against the pavement, the crowd looked different to me. The shoppers were no more likable, but they did have faces. It came into my head that everyone on this street had either gone through a loss more or less equivalent to mine, or would do so by the end of their life. Some would have it easier, some worse, some over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if a giant hand in the sky gestured us to stop, this minute, figures frozen halfway through a stride or a sentence, all along Grafton Street. If the hand gestured for us to tell what was really preoccupying us, then death would be on every second mouth: "My mam's gone for more tests," one would admit, and the next, "Well my uncle and my teacher went last year," and another, "Our first was stillborn," and another, "I've a feeling this Christmas might be my last." I wanted to make everyone sit down on the sun-warmed pavement, arranging their bags and bundles round them, and turn to their neighbour to talk of this huge headline hanging over us. Who have you lost to death, they would ask each other, who are you afraid of losing, who were you glad to see taken, and when do you think death might come for you? The brass band should be playing a triumphant funeral march, and the sun should be making skeleton shadows of our bodies on the gaps of pavement between the groups. The signs behind the polished glass fronts should say, "How many shopping days left?" It made no sense to be talking about anything else. And why did we pretend to be strangers when we were all webbed together by the people we had lost and the short future we had in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd I saw a girl running down the street. Only the back of her; all I could make out was a rusty head of hair, catching the light whenever she emerged from a building's shadow. Probably running for a bus, or twenty-five minutes late to meet a friend at Bewley's. She had almost disappeared into the wide mouth of the crowd; I saw something moving but wasn't sure if it was her. My eyes let her slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was swirling, no longer frozen in my vision. It was Saturday afternoon, and there were coats to be tried on and teacups to drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hood&lt;br /&gt;Emma Donoghue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7730069302832233660?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7730069302832233660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7730069302832233660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7730069302832233660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7730069302832233660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-do-you-live-for-up-and-down-street.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7834542100451753869</id><published>2008-11-21T13:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:42:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Please don't make me go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little girl did not want to go to sleep in a neighbour's house unless the bedroom door was left open."Why, you're not afraid of the dark- a big girl like you?" the neighbour teased.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am," the little girl cried.&lt;br /&gt;"But you're not afraid of the dark at your house."&lt;br /&gt;"I know,"answered the girl, "but that's my dark."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anonymous story-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may loathe it at times. And more often than not, it consumes me. But it's what I'm used to. &lt;br /&gt;And when all fails, I still have my dark to run back to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7834542100451753869?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7834542100451753869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7834542100451753869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7834542100451753869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7834542100451753869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-dont-make-me-go-little-girl-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8660917207524504580</id><published>2008-11-06T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:54:09.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You can be my everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's beautiful. The sky's a rich shade of blue and my hair's dancing in the breeze. I'm smiling. I'm grateful for yesterday, for today and I will be grateful for tomorrow. Pity I'm detached from it all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8660917207524504580?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8660917207524504580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8660917207524504580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8660917207524504580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8660917207524504580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-can-be-my-everyday-everythings.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4679245475355327698</id><published>2008-10-31T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:34:55.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All that you can't leave behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being in love with you. &lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4679245475355327698?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4679245475355327698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4679245475355327698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4679245475355327698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4679245475355327698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-that-you-cant-leave-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4019547854002980398</id><published>2008-10-23T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:00:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Unopened letters to the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear penpal, how are you? hope you are fine. Anyway how's school?did you get your test marks back yet?well, there's nothing much to say. Did you know i went to my friends place at bukit timah? Her mother fetched us in a station wagon and then she drove us to Han's for lunch. Do you know she gave my friend a $50 note and asked her to have lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH OMG I WROTE THIS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch(just the 4 of us)(meaning me, Jia qian, Gurveen and Liying).Then we drove to her house. I nearly fainted when I saw her house, it was beautiful. So, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you having any stress? I'm very scared about the BCG and the PSLE. Does your teacher want you to go to remedials. oops i forgot to ask you how your prefect job getting along. Good i suppose! does it affect your studies? well let me tell you a story(sort of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like digging a hole and burying myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my teacher was going to her friend's house which was on the 21st story. She pressed the "door close" but a boy of 21 or in his twenties slipped through. He did not know what button to press and press 19 and he kept looking at her. She felt very uncomfortable. She was pregnant with her first child, jacqueline. But her stomach was not big at all. Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me to find out the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG CLASSIC!TELL ME STORY HALFWAY AND SAY CALL ME TO FIND OUT THE REST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared i never call you is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT REMEMBER EH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA DAMMIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna know the damn story!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant remember it myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad. I was cleaning my whole room today. All the drawers everything and i found this. I wanted to die laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thuls says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just imagine! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah then i read the last part i was like omg THUTS WAS IRRITATING EVEN THEN. HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4019547854002980398?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4019547854002980398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4019547854002980398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4019547854002980398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4019547854002980398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/10/unopened-letters-to-world-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-827126689326551215</id><published>2008-10-12T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:43:29.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Between order and randomness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you feel euphoric. Everything is sublime and has an aura, and suddenly you are intensely nauseated and then you are gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Time Traveler's Wife-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-827126689326551215?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/827126689326551215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=827126689326551215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/827126689326551215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/827126689326551215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/10/between-order-and-randomness-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-9178584489589033633</id><published>2008-10-07T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:08:01.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You have dug your own grave, now lie in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't. You'll ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruin what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there to be afraid of love? &lt;br /&gt;There's no way back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-9178584489589033633?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9178584489589033633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=9178584489589033633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/9178584489589033633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/9178584489589033633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-have-dug-your-own-grave-now-lie-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7596262065734389080</id><published>2008-09-27T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:48:22.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's alright ma (I'm only bleeding)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. &lt;br /&gt;'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;'We're all mad here. &lt;br /&gt;I'm mad. You're mad.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alice in Wonderland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7596262065734389080?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7596262065734389080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7596262065734389080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7596262065734389080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7596262065734389080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-alright-ma-im-only-bleeding-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-1518643168475358774</id><published>2008-09-18T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:06:01.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Take me back to the start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that sickening thud at the end of all of this. And hopefully that jolts me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;gah. I hate school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-1518643168475358774?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1518643168475358774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=1518643168475358774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1518643168475358774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1518643168475358774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-me-back-to-start-im-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2066286713541112774</id><published>2008-09-07T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:06:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You stop to wonder why you're here not there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was familiar. That's as far as it goes. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like long hair. I like men. Together, bone-shudderingly wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The chocolate run-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took that right out of my mouth! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2066286713541112774?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2066286713541112774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2066286713541112774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2066286713541112774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2066286713541112774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-stop-to-wonder-why-youre-here-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-6564085398545306167</id><published>2008-08-26T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:25:11.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What do you go home to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think with every goodbye said, saying goodbye would come almost naturally. Far from it. I loathe you for not being able to say goodbye when you should have. I'm not going to make the same mistake. This feels surreal. And part of me feels like things would be back to normal tomorrow. Like they always do. But I guess enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, give me the strength to get through this. My heart feels like it is going to break. My eyes are sore and I feel like caving in. &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend. I'll miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6564085398545306167?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6564085398545306167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6564085398545306167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6564085398545306167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6564085398545306167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-you-go-home-to-you-would-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8664237115085561495</id><published>2008-08-08T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:11:30.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The search for something more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go again.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8664237115085561495?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8664237115085561495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8664237115085561495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8664237115085561495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8664237115085561495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/08/search-for-something-more-there-we-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8746158578714935894</id><published>2008-08-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:16:13.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nothing left but to say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8746158578714935894?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8746158578714935894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8746158578714935894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8746158578714935894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8746158578714935894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-left-but-to-say-goodbye-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7607932734916628945</id><published>2008-08-02T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:28:51.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It gets the worst at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that matter, we forget and those that don't, we remember all so well. Funny ain't it? &lt;br /&gt;I hate having stomach cramps. The cramps are getting a hell lot more bearable. I no longer have to writher on my bed like a spastic snake. But they're still pretty much there so bummer for me.&lt;br /&gt;Friday with the kids: &lt;br /&gt;We spent a good 15 minutes deciding who farted cause the room really stank. seriously. ugh. Productive class time don't you think!&lt;br /&gt;The kids are amazing at remembering things. Maybe I should have kept that in mind when I screamed fuck after slamming my knee into the wooden table. The whole bunch of them started chanting that after me! And that was when it was almost time for them to go home!!! Imagine what would have happened if their parents had walked in on them chanting fuck! *shudders* There goes my job man. Actually on second thought, that doesn't sound too bad an idea does it now?&lt;br /&gt;And yes it gets the worst at night. =(&lt;br /&gt;I love lazy Saturday afternoons. When you're dead bored, you end up blogging about boring, random stuff. gah. I AM boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7607932734916628945?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7607932734916628945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7607932734916628945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7607932734916628945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7607932734916628945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-gets-worst-at-night-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-3432906179590161676</id><published>2008-07-25T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:52:12.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can't stop this thing we have started&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss work already. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-3432906179590161676?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3432906179590161676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=3432906179590161676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/3432906179590161676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/3432906179590161676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-stop-this-thing-we-started-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7902887390797941686</id><published>2008-07-15T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:18.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The places that you have come to fear the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SHy0rvjWx6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/9XQ-QyQXGQI/s1600-h/Stick+People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SHy0rvjWx6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/9XQ-QyQXGQI/s320/Stick+People.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248331435067298" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a jelly belly.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7902887390797941686?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7902887390797941686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7902887390797941686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7902887390797941686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7902887390797941686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-jelly-belly.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SHy0rvjWx6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/9XQ-QyQXGQI/s72-c/Stick+People.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-6944075728642050000</id><published>2008-07-12T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:11:17.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Leavers Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;When someone is in your heart, they're never really truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For One More Day-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6944075728642050000?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6944075728642050000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6944075728642050000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6944075728642050000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6944075728642050000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/07/leavers-dance-when-someone-is-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-1325187705689235942</id><published>2008-06-28T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:10:56.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Running to stand still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's not perfect, but it's life. Life is messy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;-Grey's Anatomy-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy is an understatement isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-1325187705689235942?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1325187705689235942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=1325187705689235942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1325187705689235942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1325187705689235942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/running-to-stand-still-i-know-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7112918075852090753</id><published>2008-06-24T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:33:02.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some you give away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when irrational exuberance has unduly escalated the practical, *yawn* boring side?&lt;br /&gt;I like how  everyone assumes that I am governed by my whims. And to make things clear, I am not running away this time. I am merely doing what I feel I should be doing. I have thought about the consequences and I acknowledge them. So I guess that's that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7112918075852090753?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7112918075852090753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7112918075852090753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7112918075852090753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7112918075852090753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-you-give-away-how-do-you-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7240426321780311878</id><published>2008-06-17T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:34:27.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My way home is through you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.&lt;br /&gt;-Maya Angelou-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7240426321780311878?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7240426321780311878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7240426321780311878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7240426321780311878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7240426321780311878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-way-home-is-through-you-there-is-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8212349356990000411</id><published>2008-06-14T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:31:41.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let the reigns go loose. Yea right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's the shit. I dont quite know who or what to believe anymore. The benefit of the doubt card's being used a tad too often. And I'm being steered in a direction that I am pretty sure that I wouldn't like to head in. &lt;br /&gt;Time to tighten the reins Thuls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8212349356990000411?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8212349356990000411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8212349356990000411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8212349356990000411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8212349356990000411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-reigns-go-loose.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7166314908335269760</id><published>2008-06-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:00:05.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What comes after the blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We create our own circumstances by our choices. And with the kind of choices I have made and the impending circumstances that I have landed myself into, Devi has never judged me. Not once. &lt;br /&gt;She calls me after weeks to run an apparently bizarre idea pass me in her drugged state (She's down with the flu) and somehow the call just makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, she provides me with another of her 'live vicariously through thuls plans' which I don't quite take too but that's besides the point. Her ingenious plans (as always) leaves us both in giggles. I miss her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why I love her. &lt;strong&gt;-_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)She decided to set us both up, one v-day with these two guys. (She has never met these guys. She knew nothing about them except for the fact that they were skinheads! I later found out that they had pretty notorious reputations. A small fact she forgot to add she claims. *slaps forehead*)&lt;br /&gt;2) She named her drawing of the penis after me.&lt;br /&gt;3) She convinced an entire bunch of SAJC guys that I has a sex change in Thailand. And they actually believed her.&lt;br /&gt;4) She gives my number out to random guys. All because she thinks I should have a little fun. &lt;br /&gt;5) She never lets me (or anyone for that matter) forget about the time I fell right smack into the mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7166314908335269760?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7166314908335269760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7166314908335269760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7166314908335269760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7166314908335269760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-comes-after-blues-we-create-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-5442813314700613638</id><published>2008-06-08T19:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:05:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I slept with someone in fall out boy and all I got was this stupid song written about me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;with chace!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah  WHO?&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;rephrase: who is it THIS TIME&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;the dude in my dp!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;he looks vaguely familiar&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;is he from GOSSIP GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;the official love of my life!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa looks like SOMEONE has been watching it already!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;he's nathan right&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yesss&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i am watching it now!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;uhohhh ADDICT IN THE MAKING&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;and so so in love&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i can hear the wedding bells already!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah oh goodness&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;have u ALREADY forgotten abt ur past love JAMES&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;bye james!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;GASP &lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;FICKLE WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;but this time i'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;very sure&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;poor james&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;he's crying his heart out now&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;but he'll get over it&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;just the same way how wenty ( that's my nick for wentworth btw) got over it&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;poor jamesy!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WENTY?!!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;wenty is GAY&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh that was before he turned gay&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;didnt you hear?!?!&lt;br /&gt;he was so heartbrokened that he turned to men after i left&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;poor dude. he was devastated!&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHH yes yes that must be it&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;u lil heartbreaker, you!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes of course!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;nah. it just happens&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;these things&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;this uncontrollable, voracious appeal u have on men&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;they find my chubbiness adorable&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;funny huh&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;esp when they have those leggy stick like creatures around them&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i think people refer to them as models!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes that's it&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness i saw a string of those things jaywalking today in orchard rd&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;utterly disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;weird looking things&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;unnatural i must say&lt;br /&gt;joyce.†*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;like daddylonglegs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you momo! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5442813314700613638?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5442813314700613638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5442813314700613638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5442813314700613638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5442813314700613638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-slept-with-someone-in-fall-out-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8635584715043840784</id><published>2008-06-08T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:18.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ashes of dreams you let die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEvHt87zKNI/AAAAAAAAATs/aCqiXKqqx1w/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEvHt87zKNI/AAAAAAAAATs/aCqiXKqqx1w/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209476986249095378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I got all worried for no reason. Things are the still very much the same. &lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8635584715043840784?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8635584715043840784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8635584715043840784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8635584715043840784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8635584715043840784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/ashes-of-dreams-you-let-die-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEvHt87zKNI/AAAAAAAAATs/aCqiXKqqx1w/s72-c/P1010055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-9216768009862073936</id><published>2008-06-05T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:18:03.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The trick is to keep breathing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at work, handing out forms for a parenting talk and then one of my student's mother comes up to me and asks for my good name. That kinda caught me off guard. I stared at her blankly for a good five seconds. She must have have thought that I was retarded or something. But really now what the hell is a good name?! Why couldn't she asked for it the way normal people would have?&lt;br /&gt;And then the senior teacher insists that she monitors me while I shut the windows. Seriously. Does she think I have never seen a window in my life before or something?!?! And let's say that in the event that I haven't seen window (that's highly unlikely but this is hypothetical so practically anything goes), how difficult can shutting the windows be?! It's practically idiot-proof! Goodness. These people will be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;I need shoes! More shoes rather. I love shoes the way Carrie Bradshaw loves them! Who can forget the Sex and the City episode in which she begs a mugger to take everything but her precious, strappy Blahniks! I would have done the same!&lt;br /&gt;Another long day at work tomorrow. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can do is to keep breathing. That works out fine for me. Well for now atleast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-9216768009862073936?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9216768009862073936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=9216768009862073936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/9216768009862073936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/9216768009862073936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/trick-is-to-keep-breathing-so-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-3931191468968193844</id><published>2008-06-03T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:21:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Over the hills and far away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horribly exhausting to be incessantly worrying about doing the right thing. Be it about what I am going to major in to how I should deal with a certain issue or rather a good handful of issues or simply just whether I really should have taken that last cookie. &lt;br /&gt;The summer's turning out to be the worst holiday I ever had. I haven't seen my friends in ages. I'm terribly broke. I spend most of my time at work. Yes I'm growing to love the kids. But I hate how they run the centre. There isn't a system and that irks me. I like things organised! I go in everyday and they're like do what ever you want. Okay that suits me just fine. But this whatever I want comes with restrictions. As to how that works, I really have no idea. Honestly, sometimes I just feel like throttling the coordinator. Really. &lt;br /&gt;Rabeeah and I are meeting Siti this Saturday. Well atleast that's the plan. Funny how I'm not the least bit excited about seeing Siti. I haven't seen her in what four year? I'm actually not too keen on meeting her. Funny huh since most of my best memories were made with her- From band practices, to sports day to calling the orphanage and pretending to be her form teacher so that we could go out to hanging out at her class to 'two weeks boyfriends' to soccer matches to sly planning so that I could have a lone moment with my crush to outrageous stories created and told to the operations manager. Maybe I want to leave those memories at that. It's been four years. God knows what might have changed during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-3931191468968193844?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3931191468968193844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=3931191468968193844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/3931191468968193844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/3931191468968193844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/over-hills-and-far-away-its-horribly.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4976206937251511888</id><published>2008-06-01T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:30.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You Gotta Go There To Come Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEK8FY6yCkI/AAAAAAAAATU/oZpyOYifN1g/s1600-h/DSC01956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEKuhI6yCAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BPFlIhSAwe0/s320/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206916003546662914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEKsnY6yB5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/AmryBtF_CZ0/s1600-h/n504094046_442181_553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEKsnY6yB5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/AmryBtF_CZ0/s320/n504094046_442181_553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206913911897589650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEKsno6yB6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/y5Qdnz8Q0y0/s1600-h/139709659l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEKsno6yB6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/y5Qdnz8Q0y0/s320/139709659l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206913916192556962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEKsn46yB7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/bF5XCbxpKtI/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEKsn46yB7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/bF5XCbxpKtI/s320/DSC01732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206913920487524274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;333 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4976206937251511888?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4976206937251511888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4976206937251511888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4976206937251511888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4976206937251511888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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/_3R_EBfsIvww/SEK8FY6yCkI/AAAAAAAAATU/oZpyOYifN1g/s72-c/DSC01956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-3928862387974645788</id><published>2008-05-30T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:34:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The sky just got a whole lot brighter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cares. &lt;br /&gt;And that's all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-3928862387974645788?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3928862387974645788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=3928862387974645788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/3928862387974645788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/3928862387974645788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/sky-just-got-whole-lot-brighter-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-5527182573932585863</id><published>2008-05-29T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:54:42.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I tell my mother that I don't have my results for last sem because the system jammed up. And so my results were erased from the system and there is absolutely no chance of ever getting them back! &lt;br /&gt;You think she'll buy it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5527182573932585863?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5527182573932585863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5527182573932585863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5527182573932585863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5527182573932585863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-say-i-tell-my-mother-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-1628606041313391137</id><published>2008-05-29T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:32:08.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In threes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twist to the right &lt;br /&gt;And then turn to the left&lt;br /&gt;Be careful now. It's fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's it. &lt;br /&gt;Red. Blue. Green. Yellow&lt;br /&gt;I have seen them all. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felt them all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of hands&lt;br /&gt;Now you try.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy. &lt;strong&gt;She's easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart- The Rubrik Cube.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-1628606041313391137?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1628606041313391137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=1628606041313391137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1628606041313391137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1628606041313391137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-threes-twist-to-right-and-then-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4872775685951502170</id><published>2008-05-24T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:31.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Paint me the pretty picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SDgBOhMeoiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H_DcJRGB55g/s1600-h/chlidhood+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SDgBOhMeoiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H_DcJRGB55g/s320/chlidhood+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203910718367113762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love thee, I love but thee &lt;br /&gt;With a love that shall not die &lt;br /&gt;Till the sun grows cold &lt;br /&gt;And the stars grow old. &lt;br /&gt;~ Willam Shakespeare ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4872775685951502170?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4872775685951502170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4872775685951502170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4872775685951502170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4872775685951502170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-thee-i-love-but-thee-with-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SDgBOhMeoiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H_DcJRGB55g/s72-c/chlidhood+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-6188357262565117735</id><published>2008-05-22T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:58:54.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the face of all that we can lose in a day, in an instance, wonder what the hell it is that makes us hold it all together.&lt;br /&gt;Meredith Grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality's some pretty powerful stuff. Funny how you only realise that when you're totally disconnected from everything that matters to you. Yesterday was refreshing. I miss that. Quite abit. That serene feeling lasted for what 5 hours and then before I knew it I was thrown back into what I detest the most- reality. Oh well. Atleast on the bright side (whatever little there is of it left), I think I might actually know what I want! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job! Fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6188357262565117735?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6188357262565117735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6188357262565117735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6188357262565117735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6188357262565117735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-were-moon-i-know-where-i-would_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8395839344163712028</id><published>2008-05-20T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meet Stuffy-Muffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SDLIystgjtI/AAAAAAAAANs/5tXh_KaMBko/s1600-h/IMG_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202441292887396050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SDLIystgjtI/AAAAAAAAANs/5tXh_KaMBko/s320/IMG_0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you stuffy! (although we haven't really met but what the heck yes?) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm losing everything I believe in. Talk about being random huh? Okay so maybe I'm not being random. I'm confusing myself. Yes that's it. I'm confused. Ah much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28178781-8395839344163712028?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8395839344163712028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8395839344163712028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8395839344163712028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8395839344163712028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/meet-stuffy-muffy-i-love-you-stuffy.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SDLIystgjtI/AAAAAAAAANs/5tXh_KaMBko/s72-c/IMG_0125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-3977468992307983176</id><published>2008-05-15T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:31.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SCuw8ctgjsI/AAAAAAAAANk/k-3QYbwgQyw/s1600-h/GrandRapids-Wilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200444747275079362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SCuw8ctgjsI/AAAAAAAAANk/k-3QYbwgQyw/s320/GrandRapids-Wilde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SCuwy8tgjrI/AAAAAAAAANc/ydE7GS9WDnQ/s1600-h/GrandRapids-Wilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/28178781-3977468992307983176?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3977468992307983176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=3977468992307983176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/3977468992307983176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/3977468992307983176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SCuw8ctgjsI/AAAAAAAAANk/k-3QYbwgQyw/s72-c/GrandRapids-Wilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-5009805793257161368</id><published>2008-05-13T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SCm4RctgjqI/AAAAAAAAANU/EeYHXZudxuM/s1600-h/SP_A0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199889854680305314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SCm4RctgjqI/AAAAAAAAANU/EeYHXZudxuM/s320/SP_A0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move through the world as though it offers no resistance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I am unnerved by what happened just now. I can't keep pretending anymore. For that split second, I felt real. Something I haven't felt in a bit. The nonchalent act's wearing off. Fear. Anger. Guilt. Disgust. Helplessness. You name it. I felt it all. Just in that fraction of that second. Overwhelming? Yes pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;It's not funny anymore. Especially when your mother begs that you get your act together. I don't know. How did I let myself mess up this much? My pirorities have gone awry. Nothing bothers me anymore. And that's not a good thing. I do what makes ME happy for the moment. Fuck the consequences. Fuck the people who matter. How did I let it go this far?&lt;br /&gt;And yes my dear mother I am cold and heartless. You couldn't have put it any better if I must say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5009805793257161368?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5009805793257161368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5009805793257161368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5009805793257161368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5009805793257161368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/move-through-world-as-though-it-offers.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SCm4RctgjqI/AAAAAAAAANU/EeYHXZudxuM/s72-c/SP_A0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-8980975476925098126</id><published>2008-05-10T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:11:33.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea sure I dont know what I'm doing and neither do you. Fair enough. I have always envisioned things to be a beguiling mix of both the ordinary and the extraodinary. And I am living that. I'm making mistakes and learning from them. I'm living for the moment. And as scary as that might be, I'm discovering different aspects of myself that I never knew about.&lt;br /&gt;So go on then, continue judging me. Tell me I'm an impulsive, irrational wreck. Tell me I'm screwing up my life. Why stop at thinking all these stuff yes? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come home soon button. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8980975476925098126?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8980975476925098126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8980975476925098126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8980975476925098126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8980975476925098126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-that-matters-yea-sure-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8056755534176785094</id><published>2008-05-09T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:15:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Becoming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are over. I have 3 months free. With absolutely nothing to do. And yet I dont feel the slightest bit happy. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8056755534176785094?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8056755534176785094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8056755534176785094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8056755534176785094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8056755534176785094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/becoming-my-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-942624595118610541</id><published>2008-05-05T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:26:51.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're weird,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get emo while watching BINGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you spend a good 15 minutes trying to raise one eyebrow while keeping the other down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you refuse to believe that Eygpt is part of Africa even though you know its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you watch the same episode of America's Next Top Model 23 times JUST to hear Jade talk about her brunetteness and to hear the rest of her extensive vocabulary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you believe the weather's in sync with your mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you think Csikszentmihalyi is the coolest name ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-942624595118610541?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/942624595118610541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=942624595118610541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/942624595118610541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/942624595118610541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-weird-you-know-youre-weird-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8815543451692049406</id><published>2008-05-04T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:18:58.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one big mess. I'm breaking promises. I'm doing things that I shouldn't be doing. I'm hurting the very person who means the world to me. I'm fucking up. Real bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8815543451692049406?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8815543451692049406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8815543451692049406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8815543451692049406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8815543451692049406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/mess-i-am-one-big-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-6292508580353613508</id><published>2008-05-01T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:03:49.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Six and a half days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bloody coordinator from work pissed me off. Like seriously what the hell is wrong with her???&lt;br /&gt;My paper sucked. Big time. I couldnt make sense of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed my face with doughnuts in a desperate attempt to lift my low spirits. I ended up feeling worse. That is of course after I figured out how much calories the doughnuts contained! That round thing in my middle (I think it was previously referred to as my tummy) is expanding. At an alarming rate.&lt;br /&gt;I am a little confused now.&lt;br /&gt;And the person that I would really like to talk to now is MIA.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6292508580353613508?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6292508580353613508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6292508580353613508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6292508580353613508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6292508580353613508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-deviant-daughter-bloody-coordinator.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2951637882951042329</id><published>2008-04-28T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:25:54.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams I beg you, be gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2951637882951042329?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2951637882951042329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2951637882951042329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2951637882951042329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2951637882951042329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/ugh-exams-i-beg-you-be-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4739626640696048721</id><published>2008-04-26T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:00:05.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt right. Nice even. But only for that fleeting moment. And then it all sinks in. As always. It's becoming somewhat of a ritual. I have to constantly keep myself in check. Trust me the last thing I want to do right now is to screw up. And it doesn't help that there's always some shadow or another lurking in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4739626640696048721?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4739626640696048721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4739626640696048721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4739626640696048721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4739626640696048721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/sighs-it-felt-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-1856508821011014397</id><published>2008-04-24T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:31.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other side of this life (Part 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SBBBsALO9hI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZrWBVQwgo1c/s1600-h/Thuls+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192722594575349266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SBBBsALO9hI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZrWBVQwgo1c/s320/Thuls+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for making things a hell lot better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to more nausea-inducing names, pointless debates on just about everything, soccer lessons, good food, shopping escapades and of course emo moments at our little emo spot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mucho love my dear friend! =)&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;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt; how about passing me the shirt you bought for me sometime soon huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-1856508821011014397?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1856508821011014397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=1856508821011014397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1856508821011014397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1856508821011014397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/other-side-of-this-life-part-2-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/SBBBsALO9hI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZrWBVQwgo1c/s72-c/Thuls+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-7341904125212192964</id><published>2008-04-22T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:18:49.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of all the things to mull over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud is said to have pondered over this on his deathbed, "Women-what do they want?"&lt;br /&gt;Men. *rolls eyes* Of all the questions to ask, he decides to ask the very one question that even most women themselves are clueless about. And that too on his deathbed! A little late to be figuring out the fairer sex ain't it? Geesh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7341904125212192964?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7341904125212192964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7341904125212192964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7341904125212192964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7341904125212192964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-all-things-to-mull-over-sigmund.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4100280309492291843</id><published>2008-04-19T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:13:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I am feeling horribly overwhelmed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4100280309492291843?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4100280309492291843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4100280309492291843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4100280309492291843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4100280309492291843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/breathe-gah.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-410053843314243618</id><published>2008-04-16T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:51:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe I kinda overreacted. But that's nothing out of the ordinary for me. My name's pretty much synonymous with the dramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-410053843314243618?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/410053843314243618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=410053843314243618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/410053843314243618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/410053843314243618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-so-maybe-i-kinda-overreacted.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-5463912035764558937</id><published>2008-04-14T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:12:09.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The heart of the matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The first time I ever saw Becky Bloomwood...' He pauses, a tiny smile on his lips. 'She was asking a bank marketing department why they didnt produce a cheque-book in different colours.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The next year they &lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;produce chequebooks covers in different colours. Becky's instincts match no one else's. Becky has ideas no one else has. Her mind goes to places no one else's does. And sometimes I'm lucky enough to go along with her.' Luke's eyes meet mine, soft and warm. 'Yes she shops. Yes she does crazy things.  &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; she makes me laugh. She makes me &lt;strong&gt;enjoy&lt;/strong&gt; life. And I love her more than anything else in this world.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to do that someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5463912035764558937?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5463912035764558937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5463912035764558937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5463912035764558937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5463912035764558937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/heart-of-matter-first-time-i-ever-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-6396661338250439917</id><published>2008-04-13T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:55:31.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band-aids cover the bullet hole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel all trampled over. Betrayed even. Hah. Oh well. I should have seen it coming. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I think I more or less know what I am going to do. And since its about my fucking happiness here, I don't see the need to provide any explanations whatsoever for my actions. To anyone for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt. But I'll get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6396661338250439917?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6396661338250439917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6396661338250439917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6396661338250439917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6396661338250439917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/band-aids-cover-bullet-hole-i-feel-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2824999666409862658</id><published>2008-04-11T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:16:16.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blues for sister someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're dying aren't we now? Raking up the past was never a good idea. It forces you to question the basis of what we shared. There wasn't much was there? Strangely, I always thought there was. Something that no one else shared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2824999666409862658?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2824999666409862658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2824999666409862658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2824999666409862658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2824999666409862658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/blues-for-sister-someone-were-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8254837878667548917</id><published>2008-04-10T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:13:15.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too will pass yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8254837878667548917?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8254837878667548917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8254837878667548917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8254837878667548917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8254837878667548917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-6182845049652998365</id><published>2008-04-08T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:20:07.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deterioration of the Fight or Flight response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know myself inside out. I don't know what I want. I don't know what I want to do in the future. Hell I don't even know what my favourite colour is. But what I do know is that I know myself way better than you do. So please quit thinking that you know me inside out. Cause frankly you don't. Don't try to figure me out. Don't try to contextualize my every action or every word that I utter. I cannot stress how much that annoys me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6182845049652998365?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6182845049652998365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6182845049652998365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6182845049652998365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6182845049652998365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/deterioration-of-fight-or-flight.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-1220217475101024727</id><published>2008-04-06T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:31:02.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The BIG 2-0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turning 20 has been nothing short of amazing! I'm desperately hoping this year's gonna be a lot better. I need it to be better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-1220217475101024727?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1220217475101024727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=1220217475101024727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1220217475101024727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1220217475101024727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-2-0-turning-20-has-been-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-6578765335108175472</id><published>2008-04-04T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:03:32.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Break on through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most productive day ever. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I even bother going to school!&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with Cnm tutorial. During which I completely zonked out. C'mon it was 10 am! I had no idea what everyone was rambling on and on about!&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Perfumes and Cosmetics. As usual. What's new?&lt;br /&gt;Had a conversation with Joyce about herself. Her exact words were, "I think we should talk about me!" And so we did.&lt;br /&gt;Explained to Sam about my closet skank status. Oh wait, I'm in the open now!&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated marrying a fishmonger. For some weird reason I thought it'll be cool to be a fishmonger's wife!&lt;br /&gt;Debated quite a bit on what I should major in. Yes I still have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Malay lecture. Had another mini picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Waltzed off to Vivo. Joyce and I were searching for a blue eyeliner. We ended up doing a little grocery shopping as well. I bought cereals! =)&lt;br /&gt;I got home and slept for a good 2 hours. I kinda woke up at 9 actually. But I simply refused to get up then. I actually thought I had school. So I pretended to oversleep. (It works. All the time!) I somehow managed to overlook the fact that it was 9pm! And besides I don't even have school on Fridays! So I have no idea what exactly I was trying to do! Talk about being disorientated. Geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 20. I'm ageing. I'm gonna get all wrinkly and droopy in no time! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The truth is, I don't like any of this. Not one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6578765335108175472?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6578765335108175472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6578765335108175472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6578765335108175472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6578765335108175472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/04/break-on-through-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-9009567259408190382</id><published>2008-03-30T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:03:36.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Into you like a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best things in life are total mistakes. Trust me if I could do it all over again, I wouldn't wanna change anything. Not one bit at all. I may not like who I have become or agree with what I am doing right now. But there's something I have taken away from this mess. And in due time, I hope I get my act together. Preferably sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG 2-0's approaching! UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-9009567259408190382?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9009567259408190382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=9009567259408190382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/9009567259408190382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/9009567259408190382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/into-you-like-train-some-of-best-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2571217004969104909</id><published>2008-03-29T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:29:51.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutella=cellulite&lt;br /&gt;Cheese=muffin top&lt;br /&gt;Cheese crackers (I had 17 of them mind you)= 1 fat but HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   thuls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I still don't get it huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2571217004969104909?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2571217004969104909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2571217004969104909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2571217004969104909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2571217004969104909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/nutellacellulite-cheesemuffin-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8563017253961295763</id><published>2008-03-25T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:17:55.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The self-destruct button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only anyone knew how fucking difficult this is. I mean really. Nothing bright and sunny is gonna come out of this. I have a gazillion obligations, a good number of promises that I cannot and will not break and a hell lot of personal issues of my own to sort out. I don't have time to think of what I want let alone of what I'm doing. I'm getting scared. I don't want to mess up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8563017253961295763?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8563017253961295763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8563017253961295763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8563017253961295763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8563017253961295763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/self-destruct-button-if-only-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-5053283618957906457</id><published>2008-03-22T00:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:34.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Straits Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PnvhQIu5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/khXFjYlofek/s1600-h/DSC03174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180238799972121490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PnvhQIu5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/khXFjYlofek/s320/DSC03174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-Pm9xQIu4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/H8Rchj4620Q/s1600-h/DSC03177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180237945273629570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-Pm9xQIu4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/H8Rchj4620Q/s320/DSC03177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PmvhQIu3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/wpou-DJBH9A/s1600-h/DSC03175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180237700460493682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PmvhQIu3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/wpou-DJBH9A/s320/DSC03175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-Pl9RQIu2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/2ddd0kDURAk/s1600-h/DSC03179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180236837172067170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-Pl9RQIu2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/2ddd0kDURAk/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PlmRQIu1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/lXlzSUeB3-o/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180236442035075922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PlmRQIu1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/lXlzSUeB3-o/s320/DSC03180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PlVRQIu0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/gTJqN_OCCRI/s1600-h/DSC03183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180236149977299778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PlVRQIu0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/gTJqN_OCCRI/s320/DSC03183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-Pk6RQIuzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YeeDf9wfCm0/s1600-h/DSC03194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180235686120831794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-Pk6RQIuzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YeeDf9wfCm0/s320/DSC03194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PknRQIuyI/AAAAAAAAAME/W3QeWjIYSw0/s1600-h/DSC03188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180235359703317282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PknRQIuyI/AAAAAAAAAME/W3QeWjIYSw0/s320/DSC03188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PkOxQIuxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YDw9AzxKtJk/s1600-h/DSC03197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180234938796522258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PkOxQIuxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YDw9AzxKtJk/s320/DSC03197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PjtBQIuwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DNEEzubJoUk/s1600-h/DSC03196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180234358975937282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PjtBQIuwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DNEEzubJoUk/s320/DSC03196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5053283618957906457?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5053283618957906457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5053283618957906457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5053283618957906457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5053283618957906457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/straits-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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/_3R_EBfsIvww/R-PnvhQIu5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/khXFjYlofek/s72-c/DSC03174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-5633169196498777439</id><published>2008-03-18T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:52:08.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=(((((( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Thuls breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5633169196498777439?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5633169196498777439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5633169196498777439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5633169196498777439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5633169196498777439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/breathe-thuls-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-5082454914951768270</id><published>2008-03-15T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:53:34.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From a whisper to a scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do this by myself. Alone.  And contrary to what everyone thinks, I can handle this. I want to do it my way. And I want to make sure it's the right way. So I pray thee, let me. Let me handle this my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5082454914951768270?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5082454914951768270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5082454914951768270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5082454914951768270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5082454914951768270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-whisper-to-scream-i-want-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-36421053990499553</id><published>2008-03-13T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She keeps me grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R9k6e66xbyI/AAAAAAAAALs/-aYI4l1zu1A/s1600-h/babies+r+and+t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177233549525348130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R9k6e66xbyI/AAAAAAAAALs/-aYI4l1zu1A/s320/babies+r+and+t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;this is as babies&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;guess who's who&lt;br /&gt;thuls says:&lt;br /&gt;you're the brown one! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177233386316590866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R9k6Va6xbxI/AAAAAAAAALk/qu8CMD1PTFo/s320/now+r+and+t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;to now&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe yea im zee brown one&lt;br /&gt;thuls says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;thuls says:&lt;br /&gt;Love the peektures!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;merci beacoup&lt;br /&gt;thuls says:&lt;br /&gt;and I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe i do too(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-36421053990499553?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/36421053990499553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=36421053990499553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/36421053990499553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/36421053990499553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-keeps-me-grounded-dark-silhouette.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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/_3R_EBfsIvww/R9k6e66xbyI/AAAAAAAAALs/-aYI4l1zu1A/s72-c/babies+r+and+t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-4253488713047833474</id><published>2008-03-13T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:35.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other side of this life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R9gE6q6xbwI/AAAAAAAAALc/wK8NPtsRbKA/s1600-h/01010408bnw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176893177662107394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R9gE6q6xbwI/AAAAAAAAALc/wK8NPtsRbKA/s320/01010408bnw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/28178781-4253488713047833474?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4253488713047833474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4253488713047833474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4253488713047833474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4253488713047833474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/other-side-of-this-life_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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/_3R_EBfsIvww/R9gE6q6xbwI/AAAAAAAAALc/wK8NPtsRbKA/s72-c/01010408bnw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-6218957618486374499</id><published>2008-03-11T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:02:03.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scars and Souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the scab on my knee. I'm always picking at it when I know I shouldn't be doing so. Scars never go away. They serve as a reminder-of what you should not have done. Or rather what you should have done. But I love how I'm always left with a personalised souvenir. My very own souvenir to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet wasn't the only one with the dilemma. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6218957618486374499?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6218957618486374499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6218957618486374499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6218957618486374499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6218957618486374499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/scars-and-souvenirs-it-feels-like-scab.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4360085595661421464</id><published>2008-03-07T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:02:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing at the back door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She tried to make it fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One tear hit the hard wood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It fell like broken glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She said sometimes love slips away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you just can't get it back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's face it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For one split second&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She almost turned around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that would be like pouring rain drops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back into a cloud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So she took another step and said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see the way out and I'm gonna take it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna spend my life jaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting to wake up one day and find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I've let all these years go by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another glass of whisky but it still don't kill the pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So he stumbles to the sink and pours it down the drain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says it's time to be a man and stop living for yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta face it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I don't wanna spend my life jaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting to wake up one day and find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I've let all these years go by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I don't wanna keep on wishing, missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The still of the morning, the color of the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ain't spending no more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She kept drivin along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till the moon and the sun were floating side-by-side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He looked in the mirror and his eyes were clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first time in a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, yeah,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I don't wanna spend my life jaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting to wake up one day and find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I've let all these years go by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I don't wanna keep on wishing, missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The still of the morning, the color of the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ain't spending no more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I don't wanna spend my life jaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting to wake up one day and find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I've let all these years go by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I don't wanna keep on wishing, missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The still of the morning, the color of the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ain't spending no more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwoods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I feel like now- wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4360085595661421464?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4360085595661421464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4360085595661421464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4360085595661421464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4360085595661421464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/wasted-standing-at-back-door-she-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2927150423392764032</id><published>2008-03-04T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:35.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When all fails.. GROW A BOYFRIEND!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Chace Mooki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R8wtHo_NNbI/AAAAAAAAALI/MsP0ui7GWyE/s1600-h/n504094046_690777_966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173559681226716594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R8wtHo_NNbI/AAAAAAAAALI/MsP0ui7GWyE/s320/n504094046_690777_966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's perfect. Well almost. Blue's not exactly his best colour and I'm not exactly crazy about his groovy blue hair-do. But I'll make do! I mean c'mon right? The guy NEVER argues! What's a little blue hair! &lt;/div&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/28178781-2927150423392764032?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2927150423392764032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2927150423392764032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2927150423392764032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2927150423392764032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-all-fails.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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/_3R_EBfsIvww/R8wtHo_NNbI/AAAAAAAAALI/MsP0ui7GWyE/s72-c/n504094046_690777_966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-7764106272941022584</id><published>2008-03-01T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:40:34.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't we almost have it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll like to think I almost had everything. I don't know what's going on with me anymore. I really don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7764106272941022584?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7764106272941022584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7764106272941022584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7764106272941022584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7764106272941022584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/03/didnt-we-almost-have-it-all-i-dont-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-1712232049857694701</id><published>2008-02-29T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:59:21.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss button!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-1712232049857694701?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1712232049857694701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=1712232049857694701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1712232049857694701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1712232049857694701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-button.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8355124301101222783</id><published>2008-02-26T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:16:53.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Forget To Remember Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I find myself kneeling by the bed to pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't done this in a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I don't know what to say but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord I feel so small sometimes in this big old place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I know there are more important things,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But don't forget to remember me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;Don't forget to remember me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrie Underwoods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8355124301101222783?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8355124301101222783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8355124301101222783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8355124301101222783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8355124301101222783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-forget-to-remember-me-tonight-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4311526245807740076</id><published>2008-02-25T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:28:32.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday Blues at its worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mondays. I feel all so depressed and unmotivated. Especially when I have to go to school on MONDAY during RECESS WEEK for a 10am class. During which I completely zonked out. And of course, the tutor had to pick this fine day to work my brain. Unfortunately, my brain refused to cooperate. Oh and did I mention that I couldn't find ANYTHING this morning? My contacts, my t-shirt, my cardigan, my ASSIGNMENT and of course my shoes. Nothing. I ended up being late and horribly mismatched.&lt;br /&gt;AND I got lost again. This would make it the third time this week. First, at the pyschology department on Monday (I ended up in some dark stairwell), then at the Engineering Faculty on Thursday (I ended up in the gas chamber) and at SGH today.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I can't decide whether I hate Mondays or Sundays more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4311526245807740076?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4311526245807740076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4311526245807740076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4311526245807740076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4311526245807740076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-blues-at-its-worst-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8667086001957127127</id><published>2008-02-24T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:59:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me sweet little lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Until its gone.&lt;br /&gt;And found someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Right. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8667086001957127127?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8667086001957127127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8667086001957127127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8667086001957127127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8667086001957127127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/tell-me-sweet-little-lies-you-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-8583434479667838732</id><published>2008-02-18T16:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:12:13.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Staring at the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I feel like I'm on a permanent high. I'm dealing. In the worst way possible. But I'm dealing. And that's all that really matters isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8583434479667838732?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8583434479667838732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8583434479667838732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8583434479667838732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8583434479667838732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-it-be-i-feel-like-im-on-permanent.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7038349096774747183</id><published>2008-02-16T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:24:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're at it again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;ah you're here!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;let's run away&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;to france&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll be farmers!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;what say you??&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;france aint nice&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;lets go to italy and be gypsies!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;brilliant plan!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;okay so when do we leave?!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i say tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;let's pack our bags this instant!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;okay what do we bring&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;lets discuss&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;scarves!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;its spring there now right!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;BIG hoop earrings&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;but if we're staying till winter we gotta bring winter clothes&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;shoesssss!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;bags&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of pretty clothes!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;its italy!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;SHADES&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;but we're gypsies!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to look mismatched!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yea true that&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;but then again we may need to pick pockets here and there&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;ah yes&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;so we need shades to disguise ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;so we need to look like we fit in!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yesyes&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;thank god we dont need bronzers to do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;our skin colours ought to do&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes we're all nice and bronze already!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;do we have to look ugly?!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;nooooo&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;cause i would relly like to look pretty&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;really*&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;gypsies are usually quite pretty&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;but the ones i have seen are all scruffy and evil looking!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a nice pretty one!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;you can be the evil one!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll be the exception!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;how about that!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;DONT BE MEAN&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;then you go yourself&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;hmph&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no dont do this to me&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;say you'll be the evil one and ill go&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i might get abducted if i go alone&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;quick&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;okay okay&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;if not you go aloneeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the evil one&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;haha YES!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll secretly be nice!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;fineee&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;what else what else!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;what else do we need?&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;can i hire escorts?!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;winks&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;ewwww&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;dont need to hire&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;the bees will come where there is honey&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;hawhaw&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.. i is loving this&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;the gypsy life!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;no tutorials. no lectures. no projects.&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yessss&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;no boys to worry about cos there'll be so many there!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll be freeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;and happyyyy&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanttttttt&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;shall we leave this mundane life behind and run!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yes of course!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow meet me at changi airport at 11!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;ill sneak out when my mum's at the market&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll see what happens from there!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll get my mum to go to the shop at that time!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;shall i bring sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;he's too big&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;whyyyy???&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;he'll give us away!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;we can shrink him!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;stuff him into a bag or smth!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;okay let me cast a spell now~&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;itsybitsyspidershrinksunshiney!!boomboom&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;is sunshine small yet!!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes he is!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;oh YES!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;he looks like a rat!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;it worked!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes it did!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;well done gypsy!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;i must remember to bring my wand to italy!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh oh we need new names!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yess!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;thusithulla!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;ewwww&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;something a little more sexy please!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;thulabella!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;thusibella?&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;not working for me still!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;you can be ranbun!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;what!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like a name you'll name sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no not very gypsy sounding is it?&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll try again!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;how about ranzella!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;it sounds niceeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;sister of godzilla!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oops i meant gonzilla&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;im ZELLA NOT ZILLA&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;whos gonzilla?!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;same difference!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;its GODZILLA&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;stupidddddd&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;whatever that ugly thing is called!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;youre THUZILLA!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;keshini told me it was the other one!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;its decided then!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;okay ranzella!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;brb i need to bathe!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to bathe tml!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;gypsies smell bad right?&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;ewww&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;you dirty girl&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;shoo go bathe&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;but dont they always look dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet they smell too ranzella!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;noo they dont!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;you can be the dirty gypsy if you like&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;no no&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;im not going to!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to look clean&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;and smell nice&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;then the guys will run away form you and ill have them all for myself!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;be dirty be dirty!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;that is NOT gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;we share!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;SHARE!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who wanted to be dirtyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;no i thought that we're supposed to be dirty!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;nooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;okay fine&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll smell them in Italy!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll see who's right!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yea of courseeee&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;we need our long flowery skirtsss&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;or any long flowy skirts for that matter&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i hate long stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i like skirts short!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;but i'll settle for long ones&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;but gypsies dont wear short skirts doofus!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;true that&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;they'll think youre a skank if you wear a short skirt&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh dear&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;ITALY! here we come!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yea baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;with our long flowy skirts&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;big hoops&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;scarves&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;our bronzed skins&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;ah yes&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;nice namessss&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;just think!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;all the men waiting there for us!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet they'll find us exotic!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;and much more than just men!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;they get boring after a while&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;-yawn-&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;men are boring!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;not to mention gross&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YES&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;food will be my best friend! my bestest friend!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;endless amounts of pasta and the likes&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yummyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;let's stay home and eat all day!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;of course food will be your number 2 best friend!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;IM FIRST&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;no one will see our tummies under the flowy skirts!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;we need to pick pockets to earn $$ to buy food dummy&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;oops&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;it'll be like oliver twist!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;albeit more eggciting ill like ot think!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yea!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;have you packed all your stuff?&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;im packing!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;i just chose my suitcase&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;its HUGE&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant find a scruffy looking one!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;so i can dump everything inside&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;that's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;we aint goanna bring it ard so we can chuck it at the hotel&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;no one will see!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;we stay at the hotel?!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking more like somewhere in the woods&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;for the first day!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;so we can eat and enjoy at least for the first day before we set off&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;ah okay&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;and gypsies dont stay in the woods woman!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;they dont?!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;they stay in caravans!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;but im positive they dont stay in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;the caravans are stationed in the woods arent they?&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;noo!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;they are in those funfair like bazaars!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;Right. I knew that!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yea im sureeeeeeee thuzilla&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;alrightey ranzella i'm off to pack!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;see you tml! 11 at changi!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;please specify changi airport&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;just changi is soooo&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;wrong&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;changi airport!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;aye be there on time!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm always on time!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;alright bonsoir!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;(i dont know italian so ill use french for the time being=D)&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;i know neither!&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;will malay do?&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;yea sure!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;who cares&lt;br /&gt;Thulasi says:&lt;br /&gt;BYE RANZELLA!&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;BYE THUZILLA&lt;br /&gt;a dark silhouette against a bright background says:&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is THE day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the time we planned to tour EUROPE after our PSLE! That was one hell of a good plan! I actually drew up a list of things to bring for that! Too bad we never got to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7038349096774747183?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7038349096774747183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7038349096774747183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7038349096774747183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7038349096774747183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-at-it-again-thulasi-says-ah-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-4938957868879589337</id><published>2008-02-15T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:36.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'R'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0OPRJ8PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m3Fi62dx87U/s1600-h/SP_A0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167234304187166962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0OPRJ8PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m3Fi62dx87U/s320/SP_A0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devi, lost under the HUGE cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0OfRJ8QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CZnvz-Jqix0/s1600-h/SP_A0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167234308482134274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0OfRJ8QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CZnvz-Jqix0/s320/SP_A0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Ariel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0OvRJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/p8IMUwQiwQo/s1600-h/SP_A0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167234312777101586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0OvRJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/p8IMUwQiwQo/s320/SP_A0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0PPRJ8SI/AAAAAAAAALA/T9OxZ8Hw-Eg/s1600-h/SP_A0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167234321367036194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0PPRJ8SI/AAAAAAAAALA/T9OxZ8Hw-Eg/s320/SP_A0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun at TOYS'R'US! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-4938957868879589337?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4938957868879589337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=4938957868879589337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4938957868879589337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/4938957868879589337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-t-o-y-s-r-u-s-devi-lost-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7W0OPRJ8PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m3Fi62dx87U/s72-c/SP_A0280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-7399677680104206394</id><published>2008-02-14T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:37.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting CANDIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7PyOvRJ8NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aCT1uReCUpE/s1600-h/SP_A0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166739532544602322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7PyOvRJ8NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aCT1uReCUpE/s320/SP_A0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7PyO_RJ8OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/D1OGp8LwLxg/s1600-h/SP_A0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166739536839569634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7PyO_RJ8OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/D1OGp8LwLxg/s320/SP_A0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7399677680104206394?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7399677680104206394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7399677680104206394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7399677680104206394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7399677680104206394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/presenting-candie.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R7PyOvRJ8NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aCT1uReCUpE/s72-c/SP_A0262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-9059058250931250696</id><published>2008-02-12T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:46:53.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find it one day. Just not now I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-9059058250931250696?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9059058250931250696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=9059058250931250696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/9059058250931250696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/9059058250931250696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-find-it-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7753321262895991788</id><published>2008-02-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:54:56.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Burnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never blow-dry your hair and text at the same time. The hair-dryer deserves your undivided attention. I had to learn that the hard way. I managed to get my hair stuck in the hair-dryer TWICE. And now the ends are burnt. Horribly Charred in fact. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7753321262895991788?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7753321262895991788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7753321262895991788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7753321262895991788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7753321262895991788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/burnt-never-blow-dry-your-hair-and-text.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7904128103269056365</id><published>2008-02-03T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:37.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siva Annah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6Wo-QByfCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mtoL84gNvks/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162718335257967650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6Wo-QByfCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mtoL84gNvks/s320/DSC02299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chairs being thrown about. The Oorvasi song and the weird dance choregraphed to that. The zoo outing. The annual beach trips. The Birthday Parties. Harry Potter. MacDonald's. The best decision I ever made in my life and what you taught me about it. ( Now that I think about it, I'm glad you interferred. Really I am. I would probably be stuck in the same rut had you not). The chocolates, chips and coke. Our love for animals- Hugo, Prince, Princess and Sunshine. The over-protectiveness ( I know you meant well).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have grown apart over the years. I'm never home when you drop by to visit. And even when I am, we always manage to disagree on something. The last three days were awesome. I had a chance to relive those moments again. And as strange as it may be, I'll miss you annah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7904128103269056365?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7904128103269056365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7904128103269056365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7904128103269056365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7904128103269056365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/siva-annah-chairs-being-thrown-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6Wo-QByfCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mtoL84gNvks/s72-c/DSC02299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-2282537008090011258</id><published>2008-02-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good Old Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the photos I found while looking for photos for Siva Annah's wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LUGgByfBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5BSdfvUFxxk/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161921331061750802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LUGgByfBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5BSdfvUFxxk/s320/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPswBye8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oARIWRyWrFs/s1600-h/DSC02195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161916490633608130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPswBye8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oARIWRyWrFs/s320/DSC02195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPtQBye9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/30SUEHv3_aw/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161916499223542738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPtQBye9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/30SUEHv3_aw/s320/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dawn and Siva Annah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPuABye-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/NaOju7IZsnE/s1600-h/DSC02203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161916512108444642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPuABye-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/NaOju7IZsnE/s320/DSC02203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haarveen and me. I was a little retarded back then too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPvQBye_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/o5MCS4IJ43Q/s1600-h/DSC02202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161916533583281138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPvQBye_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/o5MCS4IJ43Q/s320/DSC02202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siva Annah. Me. Dinesh. Haarv. Nantha Annah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPwAByfAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X2fd0MXFml8/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161916546468183042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LPwAByfAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X2fd0MXFml8/s320/DSC02220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think we were at Terengganu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LO4QBye4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/MrWAHVCrAM4/s1600-h/DSC02183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161915588690475906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LO4QBye4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/MrWAHVCrAM4/s320/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LO6gBye5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/_49_fkVX8fg/s1600-h/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161915627345181586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LO6gBye5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/_49_fkVX8fg/s320/DSC02193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember this oh so damn well! I was having a cold. So I wasn't allowed to have anything. BUT my dear mum made sure they had a constant supply of coke as well as ice cream! Grrr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LO8QBye6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/7zpuo5o2KnA/s1600-h/DSC02200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161915657409952674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LO8QBye6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/7zpuo5o2KnA/s320/DSC02200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LO9wBye7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/d7kSfUtuBJA/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161915683179756466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LO9wBye7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/d7kSfUtuBJA/s320/DSC02201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keshini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2282537008090011258?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2282537008090011258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2282537008090011258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2282537008090011258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2282537008090011258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-old-days-these-are-just-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R6LUGgByfBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5BSdfvUFxxk/s72-c/DSC02192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-7706067594059457438</id><published>2008-01-29T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:57:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random nothings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm beyond pissed. Especially when I had to wait three and a half hours (Yes &lt;strong&gt;THREE AND A HALF HOURS&lt;/strong&gt;) for an ass who decides a minute before I meet him that he's actually feeling kinda tired. Grrrr.. I could have used that time to sleep! &lt;strong&gt;THREE AND A HALF HOURS&lt;/strong&gt; of sleep would have done me good! Oh and did I mention that meeting up was his idea in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;2) I swore 11 times today. That's a record for me. Since I hardly swear much.&lt;br /&gt;3) My hair is destined to remain the way it is- Boring.&lt;br /&gt;4) I spent an hour in Vivo and 45 Minutes in Tekka. All alone. Yea I know I am a loser.&lt;br /&gt;5) I went to school for a mere half an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7706067594059457438?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7706067594059457438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7706067594059457438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7706067594059457438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7706067594059457438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-nothings-1-im-beyond-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-5843907405072030810</id><published>2008-01-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:30:48.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Testing 1-2-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the kiddies at the centre. I miss knowing what its like to have sisters- Sisters whom I can share the most intimate details of my life with. I miss seeing home as something more than a lodge. I miss my secret cupboard space. I miss my ugly BUT comfortable blue jeans. I miss playing the piano. I miss my labels. I miss trying. I miss me. Yea. I miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5843907405072030810?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5843907405072030810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5843907405072030810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5843907405072030810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5843907405072030810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/testing-1-2-3-i-miss-kiddies-at-centre.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2607278948738376020</id><published>2008-01-23T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:53:50.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna run away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy didn't work. Neither did the chocolates. Nor the sleep. Gah. I hate school! I'm considering running away and joining the circus!&lt;br /&gt;RIP Heath Ledger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2607278948738376020?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2607278948738376020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2607278948738376020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2607278948738376020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2607278948738376020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wanna-run-away-retail-therapy-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-749100438807320899</id><published>2008-01-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:54:23.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations set you up for the biggest fall ever. And its difficult to walk away from that fall unscathed. Very difficult. But it is equally diffcult to declare that you have no expectations whatsoever. Cause in truth, everyone has expectations. Be it conscious or unconscious. I am not doing the right thing am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-749100438807320899?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/749100438807320899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=749100438807320899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/749100438807320899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/749100438807320899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-fell-expectations-set-you-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7601592009861192819</id><published>2008-01-11T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:11:28.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything about nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fall out with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, I am STILL very much confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being fair. Yes I know. And I'm not particularly comfortable with that. Everyone deserves a chance. But I don't want to take that chance. I don't want to take any more chances actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7601592009861192819?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7601592009861192819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7601592009861192819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7601592009861192819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7601592009861192819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/everything-about-nothing-school-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-2608423545393724087</id><published>2008-01-09T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:41.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joy Anandha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R4R1QkkyoTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Nu2TAtAtGoI/s1600-h/1_160067226l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153372801175036210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R4R1QkkyoTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Nu2TAtAtGoI/s320/1_160067226l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She makes me REALLY happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-2608423545393724087?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2608423545393724087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=2608423545393724087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2608423545393724087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/2608423545393724087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/joy-anandha-she-makes-me-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R4R1QkkyoTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Nu2TAtAtGoI/s72-c/1_160067226l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-8517644038240329413</id><published>2008-01-05T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:56:06.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A walk to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can turn and run the other direction right now. But I'm not going to. I am scared. Sure. But then again who isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-8517644038240329413?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8517644038240329413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=8517644038240329413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8517644038240329413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/8517644038240329413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/walk-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-92764308974296685</id><published>2008-01-04T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:38:05.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need some pushing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should run. Right about now actually. But my butt's glued to the couch. I can't move. Or rather I don't want to. I'm fine with being pudgy! I think. Atleast til I realise how flabby my arms are. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-92764308974296685?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/92764308974296685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=92764308974296685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/92764308974296685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/92764308974296685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-some-pushing-i-should-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-303053552654916773</id><published>2008-01-03T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:19:32.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenal Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not cute or built to suit a model’s fashion size&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I start to tell them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They think I’m telling lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s in the reach of my arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The span of my hips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stride of my steps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The curl of my lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenal woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk into a room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as cool as you please &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to a man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fellows stand or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall down on their knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then they swarm around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s the fire in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the flash of my teeth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The swing of my waist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the joy in my feet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenal woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men themselves have wondered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What they see in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They try so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they can’t touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My inner mystery. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I try to show them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say they still can’t see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s in the arch of my back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun of my smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ride of my breasts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The grace of my style.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenal woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just why my head’s not bowed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t shout or jump about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or have to talk real loud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you see me passing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It ought to make you proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s in the click of my heels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bend of my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The palm of my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The need for my care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Cause I’m a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phenomenal woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this piece! Beautiful ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-303053552654916773?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/303053552654916773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=303053552654916773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/303053552654916773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/303053552654916773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2008/01/phenomenal-woman-pretty-women-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-7470990229407628904</id><published>2007-12-30T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:53:41.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so 2007 is about to come to an end. I must say the year passed by pretty fast. Yet 2007 has been one of my more eventful years.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered aspects of myself that I never knew about.&lt;br /&gt;I started school.&lt;br /&gt;I realised how much I love children.&lt;br /&gt;I worked for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt about relationships- how they work, how I wanted them to work and how they actually work.&lt;br /&gt;I faced my deepest fears head-on.&lt;br /&gt;Star gazing by the beach was an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to accept things as they were.&lt;br /&gt;I cried lots.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;I lied. And I'm not exactly proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to let things go.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine is now hot-dog.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;I opened up to someone I hardly knew. That still surprises me.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;Spirit week was embarassing yet memorable. I love my red soccer socks. Now all I need is another chance to wear it!&lt;br /&gt;I changed my mind a gazillion times.&lt;br /&gt;I considered getting a piercing and a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;Meowy became an unofficial part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;I made tons of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;I did something I usually would have never considered doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that pretty much sums up 2007. It has been a year of bittersweet moments. Yes a year of my bittersweet moments. I can't wait for 2008! An entire new year. 365 more days of bittersweet experiences. I don't usually believe in new year resolutions. But for 2008 I hope I learn to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year everybody!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-7470990229407628904?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7470990229407628904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=7470990229407628904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7470990229407628904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/7470990229407628904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-new-beginning-and-so-2007-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-6839317225367951656</id><published>2007-12-23T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:19:44.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blood's thicker than water huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate extended family gatherings. I hate having to sit in one corner with a plastic smile plastered on my face. Not that I am the only one doing the whole plastic act. I hate not being able to be myself. I hate having to associate with people I don't have a single thing in common with. I hate having to restrain myself from saying the wrong things. I hate how everything I say or do is being judged. The only reason we're family is because we don't have much of a choice. Other than that, there's nothing binding us. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you dude. Sigh. Funny how I still think of you after all these years. Oh well. I just hope all is well with you. Much love my dear friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-6839317225367951656?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6839317225367951656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6839317225367951656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6839317225367951656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6839317225367951656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2007/12/bloods-thicker-than-water-huh-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-5932702582539985644</id><published>2007-12-22T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:31:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudolph the red nose reindeer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I can pass off as Rudolph now with all the trauma my poor nose has gone through. Days before Christmas and I have to fall sick!! The only good thing that has come out of falling ill is not being able to go to Jb! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's magic show was brilliant. It was meant for the kids but I think I was the one who was in awe half  the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-5932702582539985644?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5932702582539985644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=5932702582539985644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5932702582539985644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/5932702582539985644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2007/12/rudolph-red-nose-reindeer-im-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-1514880427039248859</id><published>2007-12-18T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:00:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly be having a mid-life crisis now can I? Nah. I think terming it my quarter life- crisis woud be more appropriate. Yes that's it! I'm having a quarter-life crisis. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;You know I would really like to talk to a stranger right about now. Don't ask. We'll just dismiss it as being part of my quarter-life crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-1514880427039248859?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1514880427039248859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=1514880427039248859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1514880427039248859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1514880427039248859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-possibly-be-having-mid-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-6075869192938817919</id><published>2007-12-16T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:33:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haarveen's Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yes, Haarveen's finally 18! &lt;strong&gt;Finally. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TMBEkyoSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/C2NXg5iEx-4/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144460993143939362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TMBEkyoSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/C2NXg5iEx-4/s320/DSC01537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TLPEkyoRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X3IB-HRgCv0/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144460134150480146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TLPEkyoRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X3IB-HRgCv0/s320/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haarveen can never keep her eyes open for long. I really don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TK6kkyoQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1crXoF8I2vQ/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144459781963161858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TK6kkyoQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1crXoF8I2vQ/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yummy tapas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TKRUkyoPI/AAAAAAAAAII/7Hc8-Z34CVA/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144459073293558002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TKRUkyoPI/AAAAAAAAAII/7Hc8-Z34CVA/s320/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TJqUkyoOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gqr6ugD_WyY/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144458403278659810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TJqUkyoOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gqr6ugD_WyY/s320/DSC01545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TJAEkyoNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cid0ESPTE78/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144457677429186770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TJAEkyoNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cid0ESPTE78/s320/DSC01546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised! Keshini's missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28178781-6075869192938817919?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6075869192938817919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=6075869192938817919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6075869192938817919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/6075869192938817919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2007/12/haarveens-birthday-and-so-yes-haarveens.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_EBfsIvww/R2TMBEkyoSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/C2NXg5iEx-4/s72-c/DSC01537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28178781.post-885995684251449047</id><published>2007-12-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:21:40.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should be shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haarveen's right. I should be shot dead. Hitler stlyle.&lt;br /&gt;And here's why. More reasons to add to the already never ending list.&lt;br /&gt;1) Today, while walking through town, I got really irritated with the old woman in front of me who was walking at an excruciating slow pace. I should be shot yes? She was an OLD woman who probably had trouble walking.&lt;br /&gt;2) I am self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;3) I am a bad sister. Just ask Keshini. She'll agree on that.&lt;br /&gt;There's more but I'll stop here. I shouldn't give Haarveen more reasons to prove her point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we are made. And so you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meredith Grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have wasted a hell lot of time keeping people out. I have missed out on so much with all the lines that I have drawn. I don't think I'll ever know what's it like to have a best friend- the kind that every other person has (not my definition of one). I don't think I have ever ventured into my intimate thoughts with anyone. I don't think I'll know what it is like to be downright honest with what I feel or think. I'm terribly afraid of people being up close. I don't quite know why. I guess I just feel safer that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-885995684251449047?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/885995684251449047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=885995684251449047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/885995684251449047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/885995684251449047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-should-be-shot-haarveens-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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-28178781.post-1664933138185518797</id><published>2007-12-13T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:05:20.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I surrender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official- I am a goner. And you know what? I give up! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28178781-1664933138185518797?l=juztootsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1664933138185518797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28178781&amp;postID=1664933138185518797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1664933138185518797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28178781/posts/default/1664933138185518797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztootsie.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-surrender-its-official-i-am-goner.html' title=''/><author><name>Misshapes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12089757993058851556</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>
