<?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-7000440682904113830</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:50:46.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A redundant Ending.</title><subtitle type='html'>Pails of salt rained to my aching wounds. 
Knives stabbed into the head. 
Another slumber starts, will I ever wake up?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000440682904113830.post-8248367102369474287</id><published>2008-10-29T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:32:20.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English: Why do you still come here? This place is dead, you fag.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: Si le la, hai lai zhe li zuo she me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Singlish: Die oledy la, stew come here for what sia.&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Diieh owrehhdii , euu cm hr f0rr whadds ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Click that red X on top, you fag. -.- Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8248367102369474287?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8248367102369474287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8248367102369474287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8248367102369474287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8248367102369474287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/10/english-why-do-you-still-come-here-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7945981664963276723</id><published>2008-09-20T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:31:40.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back in SG. :D Hmm... No difference. -.-. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly talked to anyone. LOL. And they don't recognise me. Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aunt: OMG, YOUR SON SO BIG ALREADY! -points to me.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Huh? 10 years old only -points to my bro.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: NO, NO, THE OTHER ONE. Eh, wait, where your daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What other one -puzzled- Neh! My daughter there! -point to me.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: O_O.&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOLOLOL. My baby cousin is cute. :D. She likes to play scissors paper stone and then, she "cuts" your arm with it. -.-. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's my update. Kay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7945981664963276723?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7945981664963276723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7945981664963276723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7945981664963276723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7945981664963276723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-in-sg.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8866338081558686276</id><published>2008-09-18T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:28:34.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. And uhh. Bored. I'm just here to announce the dead-ness of my blog. You may therefore proceed with the unlinking of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may link meltedpaper.bs.com. o_o. Because being a Dynosawwwr, I'm signatured for being lazy. The. End. Bye. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8866338081558686276?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8866338081558686276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8866338081558686276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8866338081558686276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8866338081558686276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4424168329559214003</id><published>2008-09-07T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:58:48.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That words means a lot in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. I updated. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4424168329559214003?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4424168329559214003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4424168329559214003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4424168329559214003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4424168329559214003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored-bored-bored-bored-bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6264601381172054491</id><published>2008-09-02T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:10:21.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fact:&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unable &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to express my feelings properly.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That so excludes angry. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6264601381172054491?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6264601381172054491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6264601381172054491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6264601381172054491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6264601381172054491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/09/fact-im-unable-to-express-my-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-274375516996832828</id><published>2008-09-01T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:03:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There. I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;"Life sucks... and then you die"&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. Life sucks. I suck. So bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: at least I posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-274375516996832828?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/274375516996832828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=274375516996832828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/274375516996832828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/274375516996832828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/09/there.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-2602417464608322903</id><published>2008-08-27T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:15:37.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cock talkers suck. Why? Cuz they effing put words in your mouth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_, go contemplate suicide, kthksbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-2602417464608322903?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2602417464608322903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=2602417464608322903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2602417464608322903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2602417464608322903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/cock-talkers-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7342700771408265111</id><published>2008-08-23T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:27:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiatus over. I'm back in action.&lt;br /&gt;Still not happy but I've to be considerate. (because certain people complain I don't post. -.- Zzz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events that happened in the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;1. I reply people with no emotions.&lt;br /&gt;2. I still feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;3. I learned to play Thunder by Boys Like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;4. I went high after listening to Crazy Loop. DAN BALAN!&lt;br /&gt;5. I need new drumsticks. -.-&lt;br /&gt;6. I need a stinkin' capo, dammit. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am over, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7342700771408265111?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7342700771408265111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7342700771408265111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7342700771408265111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7342700771408265111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiatus-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-2005882145222457287</id><published>2008-08-18T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:29:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One phrase for me. For my life.&lt;br /&gt;"Life, as we know, sucks at the moment, keep it for the momentum."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-2005882145222457287?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2005882145222457287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=2005882145222457287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2005882145222457287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2005882145222457287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-phrase-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6275515081805371604</id><published>2008-08-13T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:13:36.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In other words: This posts = how much I hate getting scolded on the 13th of August. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year the same shit happens. And it's always today. Always the 13th. Always the effing 13th of the effing month named August. The completely bullshit month, complete denial. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that:&lt;br /&gt;1. the PSP wasn't a birthday gift. It's more of a "you better pass your EOYs or I'll effing kill you" kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;2. my parents will ONLY remember that monkey's birthday. Not mine. Never mine. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_. Every effing year. My presents include: Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, maybe something from my friends, nothing nothing nothing, scoldings, scoldings. The nothings get replaced by scoldings. Wow. I'm amazed. I hate today. I hate August. I hate hate hate hate hate August. I fucking hate August. I'll fucking hate September 22. Hahahahahaha. Haha. Bullshit. Fuck it. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, I didn't realise today was the 13th! -pretends not to notice the gigantic calender."&lt;br /&gt;"oh, sorry, I'm too busy" WITH WHAT? THE PS2? -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bro's birthday. It's the awesomest date ever. It's the 4th of Feb. Catchy. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love my birthday. 13th of fucking August. :D. Can it get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, they always make my birthday sound soooooooo exciting, so enticing, so omg-i'm-finally-gonna-look-forward-to-my-birthday kinda thing. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy:&lt;br /&gt;I loved your present. It has more vulgarities every year.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear more next year -- and the next. And the next. And the next, fuck, forget about me, best present ever. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6275515081805371604?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6275515081805371604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6275515081805371604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6275515081805371604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6275515081805371604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-year-same-shit-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7100747369512076082</id><published>2008-08-12T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:44:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not understand why that fella likes to stare. -chuckles. What's there to stare at? After all, I'm very much inferior. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Today is a freezing day. I skipped CCA and that Wong didn't call me! WOO. Awesome. Thought she'd call. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was awesome. Currently teaching Genn Swan Lake. And during music, I got stared at. Wow. How I wish. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME was hellaluva boring thing. D= I keep falling asleep. (Brrr..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was actually fun for once in a bloody long time. =o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was super boring -.-. Stupid test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;No, sorry 2/3ians, I don't wanna post about that fella today. You can read the posts below. -.-. Or the one at my second blog. As you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7100747369512076082?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7100747369512076082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7100747369512076082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7100747369512076082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7100747369512076082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-do-not-understand-why-that-fella.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4441212805984143557</id><published>2008-08-11T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:04:23.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'd like to say that we're not the ones making it horrible for your "friends" to cheer you up. And really, if you weren't bothered by our words, it wouldn't be hard for them to actually cheer you up. You sickening piece of non-human like thing. I don't even think you deserve friends. -.-. Oh please, you really think that your "friends" would cheer you up because they want to? Because it's sickening how you go "oh my God, oh look at me, I'm soooooooooo worth your attention, because I'm sooooooooo depressed. Oh, save me, please". You know who you remind me of? You remind me of me, but a more sickening person. And that's one reason why I feel better. -.-. I'm not here to suan you cuz of your horrible English, it's because of your HORRIBLE English. Haha. Oh, sorry, did I hurt your dramatic lil' head? Awww. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you really said "I don't care about what you say." WHY DO YOU GET DEPRESSED AND THEN POST ABOUT IT. -.-. Moron, have you no brains? -.-. Or haven't what you said processed through your brain? Think about it, might take a few days, but I don't mind if you change. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm dreaming of a thing that's never gonna happen. -.-. You're NOT gonna change because the drama has fused into your genes, and I hope you don't reproduce. :]. I am only wasting my postage space because well, I got pissed reading your posts. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, byebye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Love&lt;/s&gt; Hate,&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4441212805984143557?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4441212805984143557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4441212805984143557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4441212805984143557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4441212805984143557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello_11.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5364890280775051359</id><published>2008-08-11T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:36:10.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll get this straight. Once and for all. I'll even list it out for you, dirty fag. Vulgarities are included, Parental control is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're not bullies, damned it. We're stating the fucking obvious.&lt;br /&gt;2. Please, when I say your English sucks, hell yeah I do mean it, please don't further improvise your own English style and think it's correct.&lt;br /&gt;3. We didn't fucking ask you to lie. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;4. And oh yeah? We're picking on YOU? Wow, will I waste my time...&lt;br /&gt;5. You're not the only fucking one under stress you mofo.&lt;br /&gt;6. You sprained your fucking leg? Don't see you limpin', bitch.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your parents have the same problem? BULLSHIT. YOU DON'T HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM, YOU WANT PROBLEM YOU DEAL WITH ME, FUCKER. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm super pissed at you, but I won't hurt you. It's wasting my fucked up time.&lt;br /&gt;9. We gave you REPEATED chances, why'd you have to fucking lie. About your music background? Grade 1 and you can't play a shit? You, ma'am, SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;10. I can go on forever. But you'll still a fucking dramatic liar. Damned you. DAMN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your lies. Wow. You can even forget your own lies.&lt;br /&gt;12. I admit, I do lie, not as much as you. Fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;13. I do have a limit.&lt;br /&gt;14. I have anger issues.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm gonna fucking blow if you lie about another freakin' fuck subject related to me. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;16. To Hell with you, you're a Christian and you skip church, even when you CAN go. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the list of I-don't-believe's:&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't believe you play any instruments. Such as piano, organ, violin, guitar, drums or whatever fucked up instruments there are.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't believe you've got low sugar. You don't show symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't believe that you have/had a boyfriend. You just made the whole shit up, although this is none of my fucking business, I'm just pissed.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't believe your tuition teacher asks you to do 4 assessment books within 2 days. -.-. To think you still have time to go online. -.-&lt;br /&gt;There're more. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, followed by the it's-so-obvious.&lt;br /&gt;-It's so obvious you're lying, you never. And I do mean NEVER, go to church.&lt;br /&gt;-It's also obvious you don't play the piano like most PIANO PLAYERS. -.-&lt;br /&gt;-You play the guitar left handed? Then why can't you tell me the left hander's chords? CUZ IT'S THE FUCKING SAME.&lt;br /&gt;-Why do you give a reason for everything? Senseless and nonsensical. "No, NO! Cuz I..." BLABLABLA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;-You take my word (mofo) and claim it's yours. You claim Shu min's word (momo) that it's yours. Now you claim Genevieve's (fofo) that it's yours. Wow. I'm amazed. -.-&lt;br /&gt;-Please don't try and type in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chim&lt;/span&gt; English, for it will be so alien-y that no one except you, of course, will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the I-don't-understand.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why the bloody hell do you have to lie about all that's above.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how the bloody hell you can learn an instrument and FORGET how to play it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you give other people that sickening black face when you're second in something&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to take our papers and simply check the whole damned booklet until some shitty marking mistake from the teacher pops out, you'll report it, and we'll lose marks, then you'll be first.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you claim music is your forte when you're better at studies and a complete barf face at music.&lt;br /&gt;I most certainly do not, will not, will never believe you've got colour blindness, low sugar or parental problems like mine. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final note:&lt;br /&gt;Hi teacher, this is of my own accord, if you wanna talk, talk to ME, not my friends, or rather, you can finally disaffiliate them from me to avoid trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi person-related-to-the-above-mentioned-problem, I hope you understand why the fucking hell I'm so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friends, this has got nothing to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'll ignore you, :D&lt;br /&gt;Love, Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5364890280775051359?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5364890280775051359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5364890280775051359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5364890280775051359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5364890280775051359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-get-this-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5490834367103941844</id><published>2008-08-10T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:00:45.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People are crazy over Twilight after they saw the trailer. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; people read it to make themselves look ... oh, I don't know, to fit in. -.-. Z_z. -.-. Stupid poser. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5490834367103941844?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5490834367103941844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5490834367103941844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5490834367103941844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5490834367103941844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-are-crazy-over-twilight-after.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6293555044651188280</id><published>2008-08-09T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:00:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Watched two movies. Journey to the center of the Earth and The Mummy. Mummy was disappointing. Journey to the center of the Earth was awesome. (And no, it's not cuz I heard mame shout... 3 times.) ... heh. Great, now my bro's singin' -- Jordin Sparks. -.-. So irritating. (I get pissed easily nowadays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. -.-...&lt;br /&gt;I.Don't.Like.To.See.People.Fight. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dead useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6293555044651188280?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6293555044651188280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6293555044651188280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6293555044651188280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6293555044651188280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-2157244762229939959</id><published>2008-08-08T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:32:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What was awesome: The whole school went super duper mega quadruplet-ly hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;What wasn't: I'm having mass burns in my gut. Hmm... Yep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be glad that I even post 2 lines. -.- I'm lazy to update this blog. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee doesn'tttt likeee theee stuppiddd gut burnssssss. T-T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-2157244762229939959?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2157244762229939959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=2157244762229939959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2157244762229939959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2157244762229939959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-was-awesome-whole-school-went.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4353288302984888363</id><published>2008-08-06T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:33:03.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll tell you what. -.-. It's sickening today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I never was home. I don't like getting scolded because I don't know how to fix the damned laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting scolded because I can't read chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting all the dipshit because you spoilt your own laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like hearing all those vulgarities over and over again, you keep shouting, spitting it out, from your FILTHY mouth. -.-. Even I stopped cursing so much. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SICKENING. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. -.-... YUCKS. Stop freaking cursing from ONE FREAKING second, will you? Stop freaking acting like you'll lose freaking MILLIONS when you talk to us. Stop freaking scolding the shit out of me, I NEED to do my own freaking homework. My world doesn't revolve the platypus out of you. I don't hate you. I despise you, really. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not freaking Bill Gates, deal with it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee is pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4353288302984888363?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4353288302984888363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4353288302984888363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4353288302984888363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4353288302984888363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-tell-you-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8565975545478136530</id><published>2008-08-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:25:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored,&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8565975545478136530?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8565975545478136530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8565975545478136530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8565975545478136530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8565975545478136530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-bored-im-bored-im-bored-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7322305750275250737</id><published>2008-08-04T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:50:53.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I currently am very moody. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was kinda nice, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7322305750275250737?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7322305750275250737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7322305750275250737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7322305750275250737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7322305750275250737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7970606610380275759</id><published>2008-08-01T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:43:24.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bla bla bla~ Didn't go to school... teacher changed my seat, bla bla bla. And I missed IMT. D= OMG. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAME BIT ME. T_T 2 times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7970606610380275759?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7970606610380275759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7970606610380275759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7970606610380275759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7970606610380275759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/bla-bla-bla-didnt-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-527210573092293721</id><published>2008-07-30T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:24:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a fag! I'm a fag! Oh somebody, help me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NCC heads are fags. -.-. Especially that tall fashionista. -.-. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is nagging after nagging after scoldings after lectures all I'll ever get? Damned right this is bullshit. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mame is offline. =[ her internet's probably still down. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm gonna change me blogsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-527210573092293721?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/527210573092293721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=527210573092293721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/527210573092293721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/527210573092293721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-fag-im-fag-oh-somebody-help-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5500334590456666720</id><published>2008-07-29T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:55:58.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was stupid. -.-. Councillor investiture was weird. -.-. The seniors all walked and like, looked so funny. x]. The jazz thing was awesome but got kinda boring after awhile. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5500334590456666720?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5500334590456666720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5500334590456666720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5500334590456666720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5500334590456666720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7322704538847642441</id><published>2008-07-28T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:55:56.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAME! CLICK &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Cb3hwf191J0"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Because I'm stared at the damned thing for half an hour, and it didn't change the size. Therefore, I'll be lazy and well, post the URL. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 down 16 more to go. o_o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lesson was big fat flabby crap!. D= yucks. Every lesson, she never fails to scold us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is laughter a crime? Tell me you haven't laughed once your whole life - I'll make you laugh. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 2/3'll most probably get a big fat welcoming nag tomorrow morning, or something. -.-.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7322704538847642441?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7322704538847642441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7322704538847642441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7322704538847642441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7322704538847642441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/mame-click-here-kay.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4784066652130291731</id><published>2008-07-27T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:16:31.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church was awesome, Jerry shared about the book of James. :D Jesus's brother. James is so practical, the book he wrote was so inspiring, yet it kills me. It "scolds" all those self-proclaimed religious people. Something like, if they proclaim they're religious yet do things or say things that they shouldn't do, their "religion" is worthless. Small words, BIG influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was really quiet today. o_o".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning: Don't read the bottom unless you really care, otherwise, alt+F4 please. Or click that RED [X] to your upper right. Next to the two tiny boxes and the [_], thanks and have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's fine -- I'm my own disastrous, catastrophe-like self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's bad. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to visit my God-mama. ;D. Was so happy, but my mood totally turned 360 degrees when I saw her leg. =[. She has cancer, and I can tell she's very sad. She keeps on saying "I'm waiting for my death call." Which makes &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; furthermore sad. =[ she's always been there for me, never failing to do whatever she promises. I'm so unhappy to see her like this. It breaks my heart. =[ I can't do anything. And I'm afraid the worst might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're not blood related, she treats me like her own daughter. D= why the donkey must this happen. ... why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all revolves around the word "why". I can thank God she's alive, for now. What next? D= I can't stop her from... well. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, why, why, why, why, why. There's not a reason behind every act. Here I am, contemplating. ._. What will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone take her place? She's out of job, and has 2 people living with her. ._. And she still gives me money. .______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know what's the best part?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you -- it's that I can't visit her all the time because she lives in like, Tiong Bahru, and I? In Pasir Ris. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid, I'm scared, I'm paranoid, I can't stop thinking. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current situation: Zayne sucks. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4784066652130291731?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4784066652130291731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4784066652130291731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4784066652130291731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4784066652130291731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/church-was-awesome-jerry-shared-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1887898205752948715</id><published>2008-07-27T06:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:22:27.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... Enmarye tagged me. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your ex says : (I don't have an ex. =])&lt;br /&gt;(It'll all be crap)&lt;br /&gt;1) Why did you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;- Cuz I didn't get my ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can I win you back?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe if you owned Ben and Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) But I am very much happy with you back then.&lt;br /&gt;- O_o. Then, you step 2 steps back and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;-  I love GOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When did we last talk?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno. No ice cream no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Can you go out with me?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't you have friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Hey, can i give you/ask for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;- Kay, I'll help you dial a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Were you able to move on?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, move on ground :D Air and sea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I regret losing you.&lt;br /&gt;- I think you left out the "to" Regret losing to me. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I cannot keep my promise to you.&lt;br /&gt;- ... no icecream? D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) My parents do not like you.&lt;br /&gt;- My parents don't like &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) You have changed.&lt;br /&gt;- HELL YEAH, I LOVE MY HAIR. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) 5 people to repost this.&lt;br /&gt;- -grins.&lt;br /&gt;1. mame.(Santy Claws. :D aka, Vickki)&lt;br /&gt;2. the coconut.(meen shoo tahn.)&lt;br /&gt;3. the white.(GENN)&lt;br /&gt;4. anyone who wants. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;5. any alien who wants. -.-.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1887898205752948715?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1887898205752948715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1887898205752948715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1887898205752948715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1887898205752948715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-3612764242996085646</id><published>2008-07-27T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:33:55.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. AHHHH. What has the world become. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mame dearest(-.-)... tagged/dared/bla/asked/...dared me to vlog for 17 days straight, startin' from Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; fail to do the above, I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;u&gt;mame&lt;/u&gt; fails, she gets chocolate. O_O"... wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the vlog has to be 5 minutes. -.-...&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't state what to do for 5 minutes, so people! For 17 days, you'll see me being stupid for 5 minutes! That's right! All lameness and NO SENSE. :D. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll even dance with a spatula. x].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneeee (doesn't look forward to facing the camera. She looks forward to show the world wide web her spastic face and vlog. :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-3612764242996085646?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3612764242996085646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=3612764242996085646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3612764242996085646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3612764242996085646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1512474930518116398</id><published>2008-07-26T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:46:13.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I'm bored. I'm pretty much heck of a tired. I'm not really bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plop."&lt;br /&gt;"What???"&lt;br /&gt;"Plop!"&lt;br /&gt;"... o_o?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ploppity ploppity plop, blob blob blobbbbb."&lt;br /&gt;"You are weird."&lt;br /&gt;"NO! I am plop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-. Stupid conversation me and my friend had. I'm the lame one. :D. Hmm, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vickki pretty much told me about the cruel, ouch-y-ness and painfulness of the killing of the meat we eat like... almost every meal. -.-. I've decided, to... become not-carnivorous, sorry, I forgot the word. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I'm very bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting Vans for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm most probably gonna die on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll most likely go crazy on Monday because I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go on a killing rampage because I'm grumpy as it's so... frigging... HOT over at my side of the class. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cool? Awesome, perhaps? Damn, I haven't used that word in ages. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall become a very lame, very matured (... you think so? Hell no, I'll be childish.) Maybe I'll think positively more than I do negative. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some reasons, I miss Miss Kek. -.-. I need to poke people who actually dances and jumps around when I poke 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;I've got 53 days to save more cash. 53 divide by 7 = 7.3 weeks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall predict the future. -thinks. No, I won't tell you what I'm predicting, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a headache, I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I currently have fever, I don't like it as well.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like secondary school, heck, I never did.&lt;br /&gt;Schools are stupid to give me a survey to find out how much I love the school. Isn't it cool? I clicked "Strongly Disagree" and "Disagree" for almost everything, yeah, that's how much I dislike the school. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so inactively active. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna migrate to cruddy China even if my life depended the shit on it. I'm staying in SG. I don't care if you're gonna axe me up. -.-. Go ahead. -.-. Green light for you. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell yeah&lt;/span&gt;, it's awesome when you're a nobody, and the class is scared of your temper. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;br /&gt;Ps: this is a long post of nothingness. -.- You just wasted time here. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1512474930518116398?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1512474930518116398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1512474930518116398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1512474930518116398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1512474930518116398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7070041700611015438</id><published>2008-07-23T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:24:46.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm bored. So because I've got nothing to post about. I'll post about my friends :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vickkehhhh the Garfieldddd. o_o:&lt;br /&gt;Okay. She's lazy. Not as lazy as me though. o_o" She's the one I can tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of my secrets to, and I know she'll keep it. LOL. She's one of the walking best friends I have. :D. Almost always there to cheer me up. o_o" LOL. Oh, oh, oh, and I'm taller than her. LOL. Unneeded info. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre the cheesecake:&lt;br /&gt;This stupid cheesecake is as lazy as a log. -.-. He doesn't move until... until someone kicks him or something. Super funny and super duper lame. -.-. Like a brother but not always there. -.-. Uses too much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chim&lt;/span&gt; English to... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrorize&lt;/span&gt; us. -.-... DUDE, USE SIMPLER ENGLISH. D=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas the superbly and scarily tall. -.-:&lt;br /&gt;BAMBOO POLEEEEEEEEE! :D. Hi. Just wanna say... you haven't taught me the advance techniques of bass. -.- Anyway. You're there for me when I don't really need help. And NOT there when I need help. -.-. Your six sense needs some fixing, dude. -.-. But heh, you're the nicest guy I know. LOL. And NOOOOO. Barry the bass guitar is MINEEEEEEE. D=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meen shoo tahn the short. -.-.:&lt;br /&gt;The portable moodswing-ish shorty that goes high and goes mad. Then gets pissed. :D. LOL. She's the peacemaker with... -.-. I dunno, pretty much whoever that doesn't come on terms with... well, people she cares about. -.-. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genn the white baldy with hair:&lt;br /&gt;HELLO. You are white. :D. And you need more crap in your head. You're transforming to a lamer! D=. Oh well. -.-. You must remember the A&amp;amp;J song. Because I wrote it and laughed like shittttt. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y2 the tall:&lt;br /&gt;She's tall. But shorter than Thomas. -.-. But she's lame. And that's why she's funny. And she makes no sense. Also, that's why she's funny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny the... normal person:&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. This woman stands up for anyone of us. LOL. She's not that cowardly. She's a good friend :D. And! Damn, she can draw. And thanks, for helping me order zee contacts~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juvena the reminder person... person:&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of stuff! And that, my friend! Is very very very NICEEE. Because I'm a forgetful idiot. -.-. Hmm... She helps with a lot of stuff. :D And is the class treasurer. =o. $_$. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Think that's all. It's not that I don't wanna post about the rest. It's because I don't know too much about you people. ._. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-. My dad. Is. Like. 9? Days earlier coming home. -.-. Wth. I wish I got that 2 full weeks of peace and quietness. D=. It was really starting to make me feel better. =[.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, practically everyone in the household hated it when we all heard he's coming back. ._. don't get me wrong, I don't hate him. I just... don't feel as close any more. We fight more often than we talk. And our way of communication? Shouting at each other. ='D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least he cares. He bought me vodka. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pear flavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eww... pear? Yucks.&lt;/span&gt; Then after I've tried it, hey, it ain't half bad. ;D. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Thursday... Super long day. ._. 7.30 to 2.30. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one's online, that's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hears Fur Elise being played by my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, NICE. SHE PLAYED THE WHOLE SONG. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I'll update later. When I'm... bothered. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7070041700611015438?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7070041700611015438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7070041700611015438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7070041700611015438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7070041700611015438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello_23.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8048701375105940079</id><published>2008-07-22T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:05:56.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Some people look spastic in the class photo, some people like me, closed their eyes. And some, like GENEVIEVE! Has bald hair. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, did some crappy NE survey crud. About Singapore. -.-. You really wanna know how I feel? REALLY? Then gimme a piece of compo-sheet and I'll show you how I really feel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA was STUPID. -.-. Made us run around the whole BLOODY SCHOOL for a FEW pieces of FOOLSCAP. -.-. -.- -.- -.- -.- -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;CME was replaced by Caught Me Elaborating :D. Ask me for more info. :D&lt;br /&gt;Maths was horrendous. -.-. The guys simply wanna fail -- and the whole class to fail with 'em, I don't wanna retain, SUCKAAASSSS. :D. Go kiss your useless asses and shut up, people like me wanna listen. -.-. I'm serious. Mofos. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Music was. D=. THE TEACHER DIDN'T COME. WHICH MEANT. No guitar. :'( no fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done updating. My blog's not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS:&lt;br /&gt;Go hammer your nuts with your face if you don't wanna listen in class. -.-. I don't wanna retain, you mofos, and NO, you're not funny, go for joke course, then talk with me. You're not funny insulting the teacher, you mofo, you're being sarcastic. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some teacher.&lt;/span&gt; Get it? If you don't/find my English too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chim,&lt;/span&gt; it's probably because you don't *u****g listen in class. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8048701375105940079?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8048701375105940079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8048701375105940079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8048701375105940079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8048701375105940079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/loooooooooooooooool.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8982248460884233823</id><published>2008-07-20T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:27:10.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was... nice, I guess. ;D. Beatbox-ed. Nervous-ed. A Capella-ed. Mmm... Yeah, and I went off key. =o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, our region didn't win anything. LOL. Food was awesome :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored. I shall type stupidly again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I r dieing uf bordom.&lt;br /&gt;I r wayting 4 peepol tu tawk tu me.&lt;br /&gt;I r wanted go eat but I r eated.&lt;br /&gt;I r nao wayting 4 mame tu online.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe wunt.&lt;br /&gt;I r sign uff nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8982248460884233823?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8982248460884233823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8982248460884233823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8982248460884233823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8982248460884233823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-3181057584666651482</id><published>2008-07-19T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:54:12.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... Boring day. -.-. Y2 and Genny went to some guy's meet and greet session, Y2 and Genny probably shook his hand. And Genn goes, "OMG, WALAO, Y2 GETS TO SHAKE MY HUSBAND'S HAND, THEN I GET PIANO LESSONS WITH BLISTERS". LOL. Funny. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied, ate, arcade-ed. -.-. Para-ed and DDR-ed all the way. :D. Nicole is nubbeh, baybeh. LOL. Hmm... Mame's offline -- again. -.-. Not telling me. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored. I shall type stupidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I r bord. I r bord cos no1 tawk tu me.&lt;br /&gt;I r gunna goh crayzee den kill meself.&lt;br /&gt;I r so gunna shout at random people.&lt;br /&gt;I r veli bord nao. I r gunna die. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it irritate you? That's what I want to find out. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-3181057584666651482?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3181057584666651482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=3181057584666651482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3181057584666651482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3181057584666651482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm_19.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-9192860324832932366</id><published>2008-07-17T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:02:39.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random, jumpjumpjumpjump. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-9192860324832932366?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/9192860324832932366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=9192860324832932366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/9192860324832932366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/9192860324832932366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-jumpjumpjumpjump.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8486544909992420712</id><published>2008-07-17T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:02:03.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. -jumps around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a scratch!. No wait, 9 scratches. :D. LOL. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today was... awesome? We had like relief periods, cuz' Mrs Lim wasn't able to take us. :D The director of MOE was comin' or somethin', oh well, who gives 2 cat tails. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Rhythm guitarist/bassist/drummer. -jumps around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosh pits scare me. It's scary from the stage. -.-. Mmm... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'll apologise for being who I am. I've never appreciated you. I'll apologise because you made a mistake knowing me, and wasting your time on me. I'm truly sorry you had to dedicate your time to me, I hope you'll find replacement. But most of all, I apologise, for you, bringing me, this mistake up. I'm 13 going on 14. I'm a trouble maker. I suck. I've totally no care of how you feel. I'm so selfish. It's unfair to you. It has always been. I dislike the fact that I'll always be a burden to you. I dislike the fact that I made you mad.  I dislike the fact that I wasted your time with my useless antics. I'm sorry I never was there for you to cry on, and I'm sorry I was the wrong path you took. I apologise because I suck big time. And have apparently wasted most of your time. Forgive me; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgive me not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Zayneee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8486544909992420712?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8486544909992420712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8486544909992420712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8486544909992420712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8486544909992420712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6778571606086118892</id><published>2008-07-16T07:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:28:35.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7.19 am. -.-. Here I am sitting here staring into well, the cpu? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'll update on yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Nicole the SHORT's house. To teach Secondhand Serenade to her. o_o. Lmao. Her guitar keeps on going off key. Then. She played the piano. She played it so bloody fast -.-. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psst! See! Short people with short fingers can play the piano! And it's Fur Elise. So don't come up with some bullshit saying you can't cuz' you've got short fingers. -.-&lt;/span&gt; Moving on. Then Genn said she wanted to learn some-dunno-what-song from Nicole. So I replied, "Dude, at the rate she's playing, you'll take forever to learn -.-." Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that white dummy left at like... 5+ OH OH! Nicole is SCARY. Her "husbands", "fiancées", "boyfriends" flood everywhere on the TV possible. o_o".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her parents are scary as well. :D. Uhh... Left her house at about... 9+? Reached home at 10+. Then uh, chatted with mame and I somehow made her day. o_o". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kiddos, I don't like colourful posts. Quit asking me to add colour. I already did in the previous post. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update later when somehow I miraculously feel like posting after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6778571606086118892?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6778571606086118892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6778571606086118892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6778571606086118892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6778571606086118892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/7.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-2293421229473462074</id><published>2008-07-14T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:52:07.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e?&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put my arms in fragile hands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anberlin - Paperthin Hymn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha, lol.&lt;br /&gt;The whole song's in my head. There're more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Since your paperheart started beating leaving me suddenly alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I feel left out. I feel out of place. I feel so dead, yet being pierced over and over again by your knife-like words. It's like I'm lying on the ground in front of a drunk man's speeding car. Lol. It's suicide -- Without the suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know what's going on. What exactly did I do wrong, Where exactly did I go wrong? Where or when did I make a mistake in this? Maybe &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; am the mistake. Maybe they made a mistake. Maybe I'm not supposed to be here. Or maybe I've been placed here to bury and take in this human world of hatred and pain, to take all the blames. =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this:&lt;br /&gt;You're hanging by the cliff, on a lone dead tree, supporting you is nothing but iron nails hammered into your fingers with threads tying you to a thin part of the tree. Oh no, it's breaking, you hear the creak. You hear the loud laughs of passers by. You have not given up, yet. But really, it isn't you. The tree's already breaking, and your only point of support? The nails. Those rusty iron nails. They slip out of your fingers in desperate and killing pain. One by one, they slip out, and one by one, the thread breaks. You're hanging above an abyss, a jagged rock area. There's no way you'll survive this fall. And coming to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;save&lt;/span&gt; you, is your hunter. He hammers you with bigger rusty iron nails, by the toes this time, to the tree. Near the root of the trees are scraps of tiny food. Cobwebs and big spiders are all around you. It's like you're locked, yet no one cares. They'll pass you by and laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"These sleepness nights become, bitter oblivion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-2293421229473462074?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2293421229473462074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=2293421229473462074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2293421229473462074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2293421229473462074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/whos-gonna-call-on-sunday-morning-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-864701038430923506</id><published>2008-07-13T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:36:53.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd post because I'm bored. And I forgot I wanted to blog about -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: Long post. Don't read if you're very bored, it ain't entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll make this post colourful. Lol. For the heck of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought. Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's me, a defect, and dysfunctional body supposed to do when I'm down to my last line. When I'm down to my last rope to hang on. Everything'll turn violent on me. I'll be some sucker on the street waving my angels good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trembling under this cold sheet of metal. I'll be the plastic human. I'll be some shitty up-for-sale toy and you can throw me away. I'll waste away in this shit. I'll be the useless crap you've always thought I am. I'll finally give up and let go. Giving the blisters on my hands a rest. A rest from holding on too long. A rest from being so paranoid, grabbing every chance I had. What's the point when you lay so substantially ill, on the bed and no one gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so freaking worried at nothing. At the point of oblivion will I jump off a building. At the point of eternity will I freakin' kill myself. I'll just hang from this rooftop, grabbing, holding on to the wire that cuts. But hell, it's better than what I own now. Desperate nothing and defective product. Oh someone with a guarantee, send me back, ask for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ask for a new friend and send this defective, out of date, gullible, yucky, uncountable, undependable, worth of pure and infinite dust, purely disgusting and point of no return, a bad infection to the human body, mind and soul, a disgusting influence that'll lead you nowhere but down the road of defection, defeat, sorrow, sadness, disapointment, destruction and Hell. I'm no friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an asshole who freeloads and will I get anywhere and be happy. Will I self destruct and finally accomplish my task of cheering you up. Let's just say I give up.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effing&lt;/span&gt; give up. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self conscious and this humiliation has gotten me nowhere so far, and I've been dwelling in this abyss. This abyss of self pity. What's the point, again it rings. This scenic tragedy and scenic horror will soon end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing will come out of me. Nothing will change. For I am that bad influence, that bad virus, that bacteria, the acid burning you up. I know I'm hated. There's no point requesting for another day. But I'll wish and I'll wait. I'll sit here and gaze. Just let me stay here, and I'll call you mine for one last time. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the coward. I'll stay hidden. It's self pity. I got caught off guard. Lol. What a tragedy. What a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see. See when I finally fall. Finally end this dubbed and misjudged ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-864701038430923506?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/864701038430923506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=864701038430923506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/864701038430923506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/864701038430923506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-post-because-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8364960323278890989</id><published>2008-07-13T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:21:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Lol. There's no point in hiding. 203. Then soon, 204. 205. 206. 207. But I'm not gonna say anything just yet. Lol. Today's 203rd day. Tomorrow it'll be 204th. Lol... How long will I keep quiet. -.-"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8364960323278890989?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8364960323278890989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8364960323278890989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8364960323278890989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8364960323278890989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8043203590926491341</id><published>2008-07-13T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:55:28.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... guess I was pretty sad today. o_o". And worried. And paranoid. But yeah, mostly sad. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really have the energy today -- nope, not even in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;church.&lt;/span&gt; See how bad it is? During A Capella practise, no mood to beat box. -.-. During everything else, no mood. -.-. Zzz. What's happening. What's this world coming to. And seriously, who really cares if one day the world's money is gonna end. It's just gonna be another Great Depression according to History. =3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I've no mood. And really, I dislike myself. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know damned right my posts are wordy. -.-. There isn't really a need to read it. LOL. =3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events comings up:&lt;br /&gt;- Teach Nicole zee guitar. O_o. Tuesday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;- Sunday's I &lt;3 NY event; invited Nicole. O_o.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra note!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;ZOMG, I'M SUPPOSED TO DRESS HIP HOP, WHAAAAT!!&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;I'm nervous. Beatboxing in front of RZone. ._.&lt;br /&gt;-Exams, exams, exams, PEESHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood, no mood, no mood. .________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zayne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go to Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee go byebye.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8043203590926491341?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8043203590926491341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8043203590926491341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8043203590926491341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8043203590926491341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8235981323960185980</id><published>2008-07-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:30:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored. I am very bored. Mame is scary but she won't admit. =o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. 2nd shortest post. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8235981323960185980?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8235981323960185980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8235981323960185980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8235981323960185980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8235981323960185980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7966819560445945997</id><published>2008-07-12T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:30:53.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 12.20. So... morning people. -.-. Yes I am bored. And hell yeah, I got my guitar. ;]. Bass's coming up next~ WHEE. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to get a life.&lt;/span&gt; O_o. I'm serious!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's events:&lt;br /&gt;-I totally got owned in the neck. _I_&lt;br /&gt;-Isaac can't play volleyball. -.-&lt;br /&gt;-Ryan is gay.&lt;br /&gt;-I couldn't turn my neck properly. And I still can't.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm starting to hate talking.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm really tired in school.&lt;br /&gt;-I dislike Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate being bossed around. I'm not gonna fix your darn computer because you said "Jie, fix my computer. NOW." Who the HELL are you. -.-&lt;br /&gt;-I've got mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna break my neck because it's so hard to do things now. _I_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEESH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;FISHBALL. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;_I_ _I_ _I_ _I_ _I_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EESH. -.-. I. Am. Not. A. *u****g. Miracle. Worker. EESH. -.-. GIMME SOME REST, WILL YA?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know? THEN LEARN. -.-. Are you so messed up like I am? So *u****g messed up you can't LEARN how to EFFING DOWNLOAD A FRIGGIN GAME. DAMN IT. YOU PISS ME OFF. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mofo. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. It never was perfect. Mine sucks. It sucked before I was born. It sucked further worse when I admitted I suck. -.-. Well. I suck. You're happy. Go buy a shot gun and *u****g kill me. EESH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Why must I stutter?&lt;br /&gt;Why must I run?&lt;br /&gt;Why can I no longer face you so confidently and tell you I'm your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that this and that must happen, and still you show your care.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt me badly when I try to understand?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it pierce me so when you tell me what happened but I can't do a crap?&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7966819560445945997?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7966819560445945997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7966819560445945997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7966819560445945997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7966819560445945997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-3800000683816107026</id><published>2008-07-10T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:51:42.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Mame is scary. o_o", and she's supposed to be scarier than me. Lmao. I'll boo her someday. Somehow. I'm tired. Whatever. Bye. Shortest post, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-3800000683816107026?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3800000683816107026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=3800000683816107026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3800000683816107026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3800000683816107026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6936874080495117053</id><published>2008-07-08T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:13:37.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Let's light up the town, scream out loud!&lt;br /&gt;Is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;I can see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're ready to break&lt;br /&gt;Don't look away. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade - Broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;My whispers turn to shouting&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The shouting turns to tears&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your tears turns into laughter&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it takes away our fears"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade - A Twist In My Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the hardest story that I've ever told. (ooooo)&lt;br /&gt;No hope or love or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending's gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika - Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Rock Bottom&lt;br /&gt;When this life makes you mad enough to kill&lt;br /&gt;That's Rock Bottom&lt;br /&gt;When you want something bad enough to steal&lt;br /&gt;That's Rock Bottom&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you've had it up to here&lt;br /&gt;Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Rock Bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6936874080495117053?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6936874080495117053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6936874080495117053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6936874080495117053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6936874080495117053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-broken-can-we-work-it-out-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1063666536054306389</id><published>2008-07-08T20:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:22:43.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello. Today we had guitar class. Lmao. All of the guitars were... out. Of. Tune. They should tune it some time. CME was kinda crap. Was given bull-shitty questions. -.-, no further elaboration is needed. And lol. My life is pixel perfect. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Zayneee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;Sucks. Everything sucks. Heck, 2008 sucks. 2007 sucked. My whole life sucks. I have no point of existence. Can't cheer anyone up. Can't do any good. Can't help but to self sympathise. And I'm stupid. I think there's a way out for everything. But there isn't, is there? Nothing good happens nowadays. I face many stupid problems. And I absolutely HATE CME. Hate it. *u****g hate it. Retarded. Kill me. Please. Really, please, kill me. Self mutilation is retarded. Mutilation is stupid. Can someone just run, charging into my stomach, with a knife... and well, kill me. Like, once and for all. It's damned stupid how I can't *u****g solve anything, and I keep trying to, but make things worse and worse. Lol. I'm a... problematic child, I guess.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1063666536054306389?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1063666536054306389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1063666536054306389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1063666536054306389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1063666536054306389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4256292347993048458</id><published>2008-07-07T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:38:59.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Today was... sorta boring. It was also fun. O_o. Royston, Fayth and I went to Joyce's house to... rehearse. =-=. We ended up laughing more than we should. Lol. Cuz Royston was friggin' random, and SUPERMAN LOL. xD. Funny. And Royston's like. =-=. Horny for a P6 kiddo. He goes like "Fayth has more than 1 boobs. Got Eurasian, Indian, Chinese, Malay, Italian... etcetera etcetera." -PMSLMAOTFR. LOL. Damned funny. Then we laughed at everything. And Royston's teacher is an idiot. LOL. Ask me why when you're with me. Better yet! Ask Royston if you know him! LOL. Damned stupid. Haha. Then we went home and I'm posting. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mame isn't online. =[. I shall play FFR later. And totally pwn the game. -.-. Germy pwnz. Nah, I don't. I suck. ;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I suck. I ruin everything. I suck like crap. I'm nothing's worth. Lol. I went out, to get myself hot chocolate. When I picked the cup up, it smashed into pieces. Lol. How wonderful. There goes my hot chocolate. And my cup. I suck. Lol. And it cut me. Lol. LOLLLLL. It f*****g cut me. Lol. Should've killed me. ;] but I'll still be guilty. Lol. Somebody kill me. Oh wait. Some one just did! The cup miraculously broke in front of my eyes when I picked it up. Lmao. Yesterday got whacked by a stupid spatula-look-alike-thing. Today almost got killed by a miracle-breaking cup. What next? I cross the road and a truck hits me? Spare me. Oh please. Spare me. Zzz.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lolllll. Kay, bye. I wanna go shower. x[.&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;almost got killed by a cup.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4256292347993048458?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4256292347993048458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4256292347993048458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4256292347993048458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4256292347993048458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-2317484110258099469</id><published>2008-07-06T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:53:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I want to be the one that you can count on&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be someone that you can trust&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep my word, I made a promise to you&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth,  I've always stood by your side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeley Estates - Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. It's funny how I want things to happen, and regret them the next day. =\. It's all shitty and my fault now that I've thought about it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid, it's bullshit. How can I tell anyone to do that? It's like... it's all my fault. Lol. I ruined everyone's happiness. Lmao. My biggest creation. My fault. I might as well go freaking jump off a building, and enjoy it while it lasts. Lol. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm regretting everything I ever said. Everything I ever did. It's like I plunged into deep abyss is a snap of your fingers. And how will I comfort myself? By saying "Lol, you f****d up big time. Go kill yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that it isn't my fault. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unreliable. Don't count on me. I'm useless. For one time, trust me -- you'll regret knowing me. I suck. I suck, I suck, suck, suck. I suck so much I deserve to be killed for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was right, I am an effing liar. I lied saying I hate my dad. Lol. Kill me, please, anyone, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna tell the counsellor I'm all right so she can stop bothering about me, I'm wasting her time. I'm wasting everyone's time. Lol, you, the reader, are wasting your time reading this. To hell with this. It's as if. If I never existed, nothing this bad would happen, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening 3/4 of the time. I've got no mood to fool around. And f***. I don't wanna talk to anyone about it. I'm wasting their time. ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a waste of everyone's time. I wasted all my friend's time. My parent's time. My bro's. My family. My everyone. Lol. Someone please f***ing kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why is it that I stutter when I talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I get scared,  and why. Why do you care so much, you're making me feel bad. Cuz' I'm not worth. I never was worthy of your care. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-2317484110258099469?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2317484110258099469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=2317484110258099469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2317484110258099469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2317484110258099469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-be-one-that-you-can-count-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1701902881886435496</id><published>2008-07-05T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:08:23.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain Ball is intensely intense. 2 injuries today. But region A fought it all out. 45 to 35. Nice. 10 points back, Region B was tough. #_#. Hmm... Got stepped on the foot loads of times. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIP person to post: Shuting.&lt;br /&gt;That woman made me wait for her at Newton MRT, and then she couldn't see me and gong-gong walked into the Control Station thing, walked out of it. Walked passed me and couldn't see me, x]. Then! She took me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; tour of SCGS's area -- aka, we got lost. =-=. She's the best, most wonderful, most wanted, has wonderful sense of direction, tour guide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Get her to be your tour guide on the Great Wall of China, there's no way you'll get lost, it's a one way. ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. Hmm... Graffiti with paint. That's something new. And it'll turn out all different. Totally different effect from spray paint. X_x" We're supposed to PAINT the graffiti. Lol. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it? O_o. What else do you want? o_o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, blankly stare at all these words over and over then. Lol. I know you're bored, I'm also bored, heck, who isn't bored. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel damned shit inside.&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody crap talking.&lt;br /&gt;There's no point.&lt;br /&gt;And who bloody cares if you could copy and paste?&lt;br /&gt;I feel damned empty, damned shit, damned everything. Lol. Feel like shit and that's all. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1701902881886435496?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1701902881886435496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1701902881886435496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1701902881886435496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1701902881886435496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/captain-ball-is-intensely-intense.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-585022173816601297</id><published>2008-07-04T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:18:17.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. I'm feeling like shiauetxszx now. Zzz. Meeting... that Shuting woman tomorrow. =-=. Sms her can die. LOL. 5/10 no reply. =-=. And I don't even know where to meet her. Only know 2pm. LOL. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell yourself 'I've had enough of this shit you're giving me. I'm me, I'll work for myself.' "&lt;br /&gt;What an advice. ;]. A teacher said it to me. Lol. =]. Cheered me up a whole lot. ;D. I'll try, no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Captain ball. We MUST win. LOL. No, not really, play for fun =], unless it turns out to be "violent/serious game play" then... you do otherwise. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised  can't live without my notebook. It's full of lyrics/poems/blaa/notes/so called letters that kinda... remind me of who I am. But still --  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who am I?&lt;/span&gt; Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same problems in class. I can't hear the teacher. It's like she's talking to ants again. ._. And it's History! Crap donkeys!. Oh well. Read textbook. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a contradiction in life and a failure in mankind.&lt;br /&gt;I strive for the best yet I fall wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll steal and cheat and run away, everything else is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Not in name and not in power,&lt;br /&gt;Just in fame, I hold it, a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. I cracked my knuckles more than 15 times. My neck 4 times, and fingers 20 times, and my thumbs 3 times, my toes 5 times. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hyper-ly tired. And tiredly hyper. =-=. Crap donkeys, Update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-585022173816601297?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/585022173816601297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=585022173816601297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/585022173816601297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/585022173816601297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1565570844080401078</id><published>2008-07-04T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:00:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm posting~.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Was.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;knows&lt;br /&gt;that,&lt;br /&gt;don't&lt;br /&gt;they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lol, getting irritating. =-=. LALAALALALA. I am a very bored person. And certain people have POPPING fingers! =o. They smack *places* and it goes POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1565570844080401078?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1565570844080401078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1565570844080401078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1565570844080401078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1565570844080401078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7508004533773763367</id><published>2008-07-02T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:33:10.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol, so tired. Wish I could end everything. Teachers coming up to you saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you turn up for NCC?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you do your homework?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you do it right?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so disappointed."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't trust you any more."&lt;br /&gt;"It's your fault."&lt;br /&gt;"You're becoming bad."&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't do your homework again! What is wrong with you!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to call your parents."&lt;br /&gt;"You're sleeping in class again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. Go. Go on, call 'em. Like you're the only people stressed. Let's see, how much do I sleep? I sleep 2 hours tops every night. You people sleep at 2. I sleep at 4. or 5. I don't get enough freaking sleep. I'm experiencing paranoia beyond description. It's like I don't even know if I'm crossing the road. I don't know if I'm awake. Whether I'm standing or going to faint. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's everyday. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Everyday you energy vampires are draining me. I'm so freaking tired. Does it hurt to sleep when you're scolding some one I shouldn't even care about? So I must pay attention when you're scolding someone else? For what! Why would I do that? To laugh at him/her later on? Please, I've got better things to do than waste my time on that. Time is everything. Everything is sleep. I can't sleep. Therefore I can't do anything right. What's the point of you people calling my parents if I don't have the energy to do it? What do you think I am? A robot? Simply plug me to the nearest electric socket and watch me charge and instantaneously become charged, energetic and to-your-service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not your robot. Why not dispose of me at the nearest galaxy and/or black hole to ease your pain? Hmm? Or dump me into the biggest oblivion. Dig a bloody grave for me and bury me alive will you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I need sleep. I don't get sleep. I hate sleep. Sleep doesn't help. Insomnia is coming back. Help. I hate this. I dislike this... incognito thing happening. =-=. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'll be the bad kid. I'll wait for everyone to say "I hate you" before I dispose of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I typed more than 50 words wrong while typing the post. Lol. Haha. Laugh. =-=.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7508004533773763367?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7508004533773763367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7508004533773763367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7508004533773763367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7508004533773763367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7932603092559888988</id><published>2008-07-01T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:29:33.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll probably regret everything I've done. Yeah. Maybe one day, I'll find the strength to pluck the courage out and harvest it, to apologise for all my mistakes. Maybe one day, I won't be forgiven. Then what. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7932603092559888988?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7932603092559888988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7932603092559888988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7932603092559888988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7932603092559888988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-probably-regret-everything-ive-done.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7095205016067317453</id><published>2008-07-01T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:36:36.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During music, we made irrelevant background music for the video. -.- Who to blame? -- Me, I was bored. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was some crappy ELearning portal thingy. And what's worse? They have a EduBlog. Which can only mean! "Students will be required to blog there everyday." Oh my God. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, will still use this as a blog. Because! I'll be free to scold, yell, shout, post whatever, whenever I want. HA!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Got kicked out of Chinese class... Did Mathematics... Slept when Mrs Lim was talking... Hmm... Checked all. =]. Oh shit. I left my Maths homework in school. Crap. And art's tomorrow. I didn't do art. LOL. I'm gonna die. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorcism In The ER~~~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, update later,&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7095205016067317453?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7095205016067317453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7095205016067317453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7095205016067317453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7095205016067317453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/during-music-we-made-irrelevant.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-62600500537383449</id><published>2008-06-30T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:03:59.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty bo-oooooooooring. =-=. Cuz', I mean, teachers are monotonic. And they expect us to listen? Even Home Ec's is boring. ._. I slept through the day, with people waking me up for nothin'. Thank God I didn't drool. =-=. A certain someone pierced her lips =o. =O. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday and I'm bored, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so cliche.&lt;/span&gt; Lalalala. Tomorrow's Tuesday, and kinda crappy. =-=. Oh well. I skipped: 1. Counselling. 2. OSCAR programme thingy. So glad I skipped it, cuz' my classmates told me it was boring as well. -.-. Oh well, going for make up class. LOL. =-=. Counselling postponed to dunnowhen-don'twannaknowwhen. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signal The Escape kicks ass. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dh5sdeJyq0/SGjeQ7WOuAI/AAAAAAAAADA/FHtNoMJezd0/s1600-h/Signal+The+Escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dh5sdeJyq0/SGjeQ7WOuAI/AAAAAAAAADA/FHtNoMJezd0/s320/Signal+The+Escape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217664550698924034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/signaltheescape"&gt;Signal The Escape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, update when I'm not exactly bored. So... Byebye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do I belong in this world?&lt;br /&gt;It's in my head, twist and twirl,&lt;br /&gt;Let the fights all seep in,&lt;br /&gt;Let the children sing their hymns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I scrap off my flesh?&lt;br /&gt;Would it make any difference then?&lt;br /&gt;Should I scream, should I run, should I face it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn, and announce it's done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I turn back the time,&lt;br /&gt;Can I run out of this?&lt;br /&gt;Would you grant me a knife,&lt;br /&gt;Stab me, twist and twirl it,&lt;br /&gt;Let go of me, plunge into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I sign the resignation,&lt;br /&gt;It's in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;Should I be another victim,&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it isn't me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I cry when I see,&lt;br /&gt;Would you when I'm deceased?&lt;br /&gt;Should I just release, and sign that line,&lt;br /&gt;And commit some suicidal sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;Can I run out of this?&lt;br /&gt;Would you grant me a knife?&lt;br /&gt;Stab me, twist and twirl it,&lt;br /&gt;Let go of me, plunge into the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad infection,&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread all my bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's in my genes, in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Should I surrender, cry instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lost, am I found,&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing else?&lt;br /&gt;Can I cry, can I die?&lt;br /&gt;Can I sit here, dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Running away, from the reality...&lt;br /&gt;"You have no friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you care if I died?&lt;br /&gt;Would you laugh at my plight?&lt;br /&gt;Now you know all about me,&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Compare the difference and the riches,&lt;br /&gt;Compare the distance and the last dance,&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh my tragedy, you'll be my enemy,&lt;br /&gt;You've made it clear enough to make me see,&lt;br /&gt;All along, it's so foggy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lost, in my foggy past,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I wouldn't last, a little second out there,&lt;br /&gt;A little second nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh and I'll cry,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll kill my saddening plight,&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh, you'll be there,&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh with me too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I get it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad infection,&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, hear me, cut me out,&lt;br /&gt;Prevent me from spreading,&lt;br /&gt;End me so I'll be freakin' happy,&lt;br /&gt;Rid me so they'll all... be... glad...&lt;br /&gt;(let the fights end...&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn back, pretend I saw nothing,&lt;br /&gt;cry my freakin' lungs out, pull my organs out,&lt;br /&gt;put me to sleep, like a dog, oh so sick,&lt;br /&gt;I'm born this way,&lt;br /&gt;what the Hell do you even want... from... me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lol. ._. Haha. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-62600500537383449?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/62600500537383449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=62600500537383449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/62600500537383449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/62600500537383449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-pretty-bo-oooooooooring.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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/_5dh5sdeJyq0/SGjeQ7WOuAI/AAAAAAAAADA/FHtNoMJezd0/s72-c/Signal+The+Escape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000440682904113830.post-2614730873153916093</id><published>2008-06-29T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:36:32.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. After days of hiatus. LOL. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Past few days was whacked. Awesome, ;]. Sentosa was great! And I lost weight. =o. Watching TNA now. Some wrestling thing. Lol, the guy got pissed. Then this wrestler couple divorce and marry and divorce and marries a few more stupid times, on stage, on TV, nation wide, baby. =-=. Now she cries on the stage. WOW. -amazed.- LOL. Funny couple. "I want a divorce!" "No, woah, woah, woah, Karen, listen to me! I can be the man! I can be the man you want!" "Do you know how many times you've said that?!" "woah, woah, woah" LOL. FUNNY. LMAO. "Between you and me!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in front of TV? Wow, bullshit.&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I'm bored. Mame's offline. Didn't see her in church. Didn't reply my sms. =-=... Ngehh. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar shit's tomorrow. ...Greeeeeeat... =-=. And not to mention counselling... Crappy bull dozers. =-=... Yeeeucks. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Update some time tomorrow if I feel like it. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-2614730873153916093?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2614730873153916093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=2614730873153916093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2614730873153916093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2614730873153916093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1454625603958507046</id><published>2008-06-18T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:30:41.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I suppose no one reads this any more. Hah. =(. Nah, I ain't sad about no one reading, I'm fine with that. -struggles smile. But it's like... my internet's screwed. Some webbies like hotmail.com isn't allowed, it keeps telling me Firefox somethinsomethingsomething not working. But other websites that I don't really give a shit about, is existing. =-=. And my internet auto-clears it's browsers, my history is like, poof, missin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. And worried. And... sad. =[. But you people won't really care anyway. =]. Cuz... I don't think you'll care so... you won't care. o_o". No one really cares now. Everyone's giving me the cold shoulder. Is cold shoulder-ing the new in-thing? Don't think so. Not for me. =-=... And I can't even find out what's going on properly. It's like y'all are giving me small, simple, 1 worded, at most 5 answers. How's that supposed to tell me anything at all. I get pissed, for waiting for a proper answer. I get sad/emo-ish/ignored-feeling whenever y'all don't tell me anything. =-=. It's not like "*nod*" can tell me anything when I ask you whether you're all right, and still you give me that sad face. ._. Am I supposed to just ignore you people because y'all give me that... cold shouldered feeling? ._. And we were almost always hyper... =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense any more,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just standing here, like a fool, outside your door,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an answer, waiting for an explanation,&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to let go, hoping for a reason&lt;br /&gt;To explain this utter tragedy,&lt;br /&gt;To explain what happened to y'all and me,&lt;br /&gt;And soon above, I'll just drop dead,&lt;br /&gt;Then y'all will cue laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Laugh. Cuz' I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee sucks. =-=.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1454625603958507046?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1454625603958507046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1454625603958507046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1454625603958507046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1454625603958507046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello_18.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-175976545934027806</id><published>2008-06-17T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:00:16.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Post deleted.-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-175976545934027806?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/175976545934027806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=175976545934027806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/175976545934027806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/175976545934027806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-of-being-ignored-is-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7107506821040652380</id><published>2008-06-17T13:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:34:31.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a need to spoil the damned PS1, now is there? Hmm? Your, no wait, MY PS2 is still working fine, surviving a FALL. My PS1 isn't. It didn't survive your THROW. Hey, c'mon, it was an accident, he was rushing to get the phone, you were rushing him. He kicked the wire by accident, the whole thing came tumbling down. The worried one should be me, but I didn't really care, yeah, sure, it costs money, but he's my brother, I'd rather him than the stupid PS2. Hello, reality check, PS2s VS a living brother, who's worth more, seriously, think about it please, and because he accidentally kicked the damned wire, the PS2 came falling, you got pissed, and you threw the bloody PS1 on the ground, take note, THREW. Hey, if let's say, the PS2 spoil. The PS1 spoils as well. You'll pay double damage. =-=. But you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky.&lt;/span&gt; The PS2 isn't spoilt. But the PS1 is. I'm not a miracle worker. I don't work for PS companies. I don't know how the toaster they fix all these. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;. Spoil another controller. GREAT. =D. I didn't know we were rich! =D Yay! We're rich! Buy me everything I want then, huh? You can't? Oh, I forgot. You spoilt the PS and we've got no money to fix it. Wow. And then I'm supposed to? Wow. Readers must be thinking, "She must hate her dad a whole lot." No, I don't. I still love him, but he hit my little brother!. Hit me, I don't care, but hit him? Just because he knocked down MY PS2, and I didn't even yell at him? Hey, it's mine, I get to choose what to do with him. It doesn't matter if the PS2 spoils. At the most, I save up and buy a better one. A better one for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever happened to that word? Hmm? Family &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first?&lt;/span&gt; Are you sure?. I don't think so. And even after all this. You still CONTINUE to threaten my little brother. He's 10. TEN, what the F**KI*G HELL DO YOU, WANT HIM TO DO? Huh!? Eh, you're a 40-50 old man. With a BIG strength, he's 10. Ten and weak. You said it yourself. And this isn't bloody discipline, this is abuse, this is called loving the PS2 more to your son. =-=.  I won't hate you. I'll forgive you. But, will your son? Will my brother? It's just a PS2. It's worth? A few hundred -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe.&lt;/span&gt; Your son's worth? More than you can dream of. I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; childish in thinking properly any more. I'm much more mature. Even though I still play childish, but c'mon, hitting your child over a stupid, lifeless, waste of money PS2? Wow. And he thought you loved him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, love him less than the PS2.&lt;/span&gt; Now I know why he hates you. A similar reason to me. Because you're unreasonable. But I don't hate you now. He does. I sure hope that one day when you're weak, he won't take his revenge. =]. I really hope so. Because you won't change. You'll never change. Never. It's a word I can and will use. You'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; change. Wow. You have officially spoilt everything. He's 10. You're I-don't-know-how-old. One day, when he's 16-20 or so, he's gonna take his revenge, you watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, really, do you want me to do? Are you trying to get me? Are you getting the family for God knows what reason? No, really, I don't hate you. God knows that. I know that. I just WISH, you'll apologise to your son, fancy hitting him with your fist in his face for a stupid PS2. Why not get Channel News Asia here and whack him in front of the Singaporeans of play's sake? Hmm? Nahh, whatever. You should be happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; PS2 survived. And you're an idiot. To spoil the PS1. So what if you tell me PS1s are out of date? Does it look like we're able to buy a PS3? An X-Box? A Wii? A PSP? A game cube? No, no right? Just as I thought. I just realised I shouldn't spend so much time on you. Because you're ***k** up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look like I'm changing? Why do you hate Christians so much? What did they ever do to you? Can't we choose WHAT to believe in? You can go believe in what you want, so can I. I've got my human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Mommy noticed the big change in me. You don't. Why? Because it's proven today that you care more about the PS2 than anyone else in this family. =]. I'll struggle a smile in front of you. I'll struggle. =]. It's okay. Because I'm your child. You're my dad. I'll love you as much as I love God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I really hope you apologise and make it up to your son. I'll have you know this is the first ever post I did for my brother. =/. I feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my mame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7107506821040652380?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7107506821040652380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7107506821040652380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7107506821040652380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7107506821040652380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8056640414193425211</id><published>2008-06-16T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:41:47.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very, very bored. School's starting next week, blehk. =-=. Yucks. So many teachers left T_T, Mrs Tan, Ms Koh, even Mr San and Mr Neo. Even though I hardly talk to them =-=... They're nice people =]. I'll miss 'em. F3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want school with NO homework. I want holidays with a SCHEDULE. =-=. I mean, hey, c'mon, my holidays were wasted, everything was like... wake up, use the computer, then go to sleep. I've no life during holidays. Then, with school, it's like, homework, homework, study, study. =-=... Aww, C'MON! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, almost everyone's offline, I don't know if Genn's dad allows me to go over to her place tomorrow to finish the song... =-=... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post later,&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8056640414193425211?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8056640414193425211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8056640414193425211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8056640414193425211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8056640414193425211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-very-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4952718376372680789</id><published>2008-06-14T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:14:59.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesomeawesomeawesome. =D. I'm happy because of an unknown reason, and no, I'm not smiling to myself. LOL. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was Region B's event. Split Second. Awesome, they role-played on this guy, having the chance of sharing Christ with his friend, Luke, but he didn't, then skipskipskip, to the science lab! They were doing some experiment or somethin', then, the gas thingy leaked. Skipskipskip, the lab exploded, so all of them, the 2 girls and the 2 guys, end up at Heaven's Gate, where the Book Of Life is, the Christians got in, but Luke, didn't, because the Christian didn't share about Christ = he didn't get saved = go to Hell. =x. Hell is a strong word. =x. So then, he gets thrown into "Hell", that's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; part. Because their region started wailing, and screaming, and well, shouting, practically anything that's "asking-for-help" =-=. Now I feel really guilty... o_o"... The role-play and video was a all-thumbs-up. =]. Nice. =D. Anyway, the Luke guy dies in the end, the Christian dude asks for another chance, but... Luke died. So... yeahh. =-=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ironically, people keep asking other people to go to Hell. =-=. What if they really do and they suffer the eternal condemnation and torment? o_o"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... lalala, saw Shuting, Thank God she didn't come running and then hugging me, that'd be weird, very very very weird. And awkward. =-=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall look forward to Region C's event. =DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up:&lt;br /&gt;YAY! SENTOSA! R-ZONE OUTING!~&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Sunny Side up. Beach wear. ._. ...&lt;br /&gt;Uh... BOO, school's starting. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;Y2's B'DAY. WOO. 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14. 2008 and 14. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post. =/&lt;br /&gt;Zayneee#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4952718376372680789?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4952718376372680789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4952718376372680789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4952718376372680789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4952718376372680789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/awesomeawesomeawesome.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1918755753096809017</id><published>2008-06-12T07:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:49:28.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEE. Lights Out Dancinggggg. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I like Broken Compass(song by them, dummies. =D)&lt;br /&gt;Read the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Well we set sail on a bad note&lt;br /&gt;Cause we felt the feelings of "I hope you choke"&lt;br /&gt;and we know what its like&lt;br /&gt;To be left alone&lt;br /&gt;Hard to find a future that is unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Smile to forget this problem&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;Stand up to the things we run from&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back do it just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we set sail today&lt;br /&gt;With no direction&lt;br /&gt;We'll find our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me back to where we first started&lt;br /&gt;We knew just how we were feeling&lt;br /&gt;As life goes on we become departed&lt;br /&gt;But its still hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be better off living for the moment&lt;br /&gt;When you're thinking about all that we have&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what you said "you gotta live for tonight"&lt;br /&gt;Don't let hope leave your side&lt;br /&gt;So even God will be impressed with life&lt;br /&gt;(And we'll be better off living for the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Smile to forget this problem&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;Stand up to the things we run from&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back, do it just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we set sail today with no direction&lt;br /&gt;We'll find our way when your thinking about all that we have&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what you said "you gotta live for tonight"&lt;br /&gt;Don't let hope leave your side&lt;br /&gt;so even God will be impressed with life&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited it. The lyrics the web gave me were a bit off, =].&lt;br /&gt;Lol. =D. The song cheered me up. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, post later, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne! Is! Happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1918755753096809017?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1918755753096809017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1918755753096809017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1918755753096809017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1918755753096809017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8721952886533897471</id><published>2008-06-11T06:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:56:32.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.&lt;br /&gt;But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how many things are right, cuz it's 6.38am and I'm very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life: I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone: Don't think I'm brilliant, the rest's true. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs: Grumpy yes, but it depends on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; they interfere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone: I am? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together: It does...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd para:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something: YEAH, SO BLOODY TRUE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense: You can't handle Germy the Porcuhedge. LOL. [Pwnd]&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun: Not a lot of fun. A lot of bullcrap from the teachers. HA. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated: True. I guess?.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want: o_o. I didn't master the art of studying now, did I?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way: I'll live my life exactly how God wants it. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection: I'm not perfectionist, everyone has his/her flaws, and I accepted mine longgggggg ago, dudes and dudettes. \m/&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive: AGGRESSIVE! &lt;br /&gt;-You have the classic "Type A" personality: How many other types are there? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing: Nah, I even find bungee jumping boring now. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long: NO! Drumming's my life, so's bass-ing. I love 'em both too much. =D.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start: LOL. YEAH. LOL. So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people: I do? o_o. I can't say I'm wise. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts: Paranoid~. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals: LOL, SEE? It came out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience: I'm only 14, but, okay... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredibly wise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along: Ha, LOL, sorta. =].&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge: Yup. Come, who wants to make me budge? Give it a try. ULTRAMAN LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in: Pretty much the awesome trueness. X_x&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care: o_o. I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life: YES, a lot. =x. And really, it's a lot. Unexplainable ones, too. =].&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home: Somewhat true. =/ Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble: Talk about my temper blown ups. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts: o_o... Nah. =]. I'm safe!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it: Yup. I'll do whatever it takes. =x.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator: Rule the world? PSHH, I can't even rule the class. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me~ =D And I'm happy with who I am. Needs alterations though. =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8721952886533897471?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8721952886533897471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8721952886533897471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8721952886533897471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8721952886533897471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-deeply-philosophical-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7363634573807485425</id><published>2008-06-10T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:23:44.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. This post will be slightly colourful. -pmslmao-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Genny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yan Yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jia Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We watched Kungfu Panda. Nice show, funny+lame. =]. GVivo is... well... advertisement-y. =-=. Usually the GV's will only show like 15 minutes tops for adverts, but zomg, it was like... nearly 30 minutes. =-=. Anyway, overall, I give the movie 2 thumbs up/5 thumbs up. Heh. Ending's kinda stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, some idiot called my house and doesn't say anything, my brother keeps "hello-ing" and it just pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gamed on! Genny plans to watch a movie at GVgoldclass on her birthday! =D. Or maybe Europa. =o. Both are nice from what I know. And yeah! GVivo has more leg space. Which means no stepping on people's feet, or people stepping on yours. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa! Me and Jia Yi saw something super-duper-mega-ultraman-superman-batman disgusting =-=. OBSCENE. MY EYES. T_T. MAME, MOMMY, MY EYES ARE RUINED! MY PRECIOUS CLEAN EYES ARE NOW DIRTY. And it's a girl, not a guy =-=. =l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially brokeeee. =]. And I like French. =]. Who needs translations ask me. LOL. o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomgandwth, the tanning oil only made my legs tanner. -0-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Mame went offline w/o telling me. And she didn't reply me sms. =-=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-stupid accent: Attention all Singaporeans, there's a high chance of eeet -phlegm-raining, pleaze stay eeeeendooors for yourrrrr own safeteh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO LOL. SUPERMAN LOL. ULTRAMAN LOL. I was about to close the windows cuz it's like, raining, then, this bra, flew down. LOLLLL. ULTRAMAN LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Superman LOL and ultraman LOL is copyrighted and created by me tonight LOL. at 10.19pm on the 10th of JUNE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;br /&gt;I miss my classmates (okay, maybe not the horny ones.). I miss the rowdiness of the class. I miss the teachers. (COUGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll miss Mrs Tan cuz' she's leaving. The best&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and only)&lt;/span&gt; Geography teacher I've ever had so far. T_T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7363634573807485425?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7363634573807485425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7363634573807485425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7363634573807485425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7363634573807485425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello_10.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1191086285337978649</id><published>2008-06-09T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:05:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH, OMG, KILL ME, I forgot to take mame's picture when she was hugging the guitar!. =-=. OMG. =-=. WTH. Anyway, watched 2 movies today. Narnia and well, Sweeny Todd, but Sweeny Todd at mame's house. =3. Was nice. Had loads of blood. LOL. And it's funny =] Hahas. I'm happy. =]. LOLLLL. And Narnia was also funny. =D. It went like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy: "Oh my gosh, he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute."&lt;br /&gt;Rat: "Who said that?!" "Oh, my apologies, sire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLL. LOL LOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... I wanna take mame's picture when she's hugging her guitar!. ._. I MISSED THE SHOT. WTH. T_T, never mind, another time. =] AHHAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumfest, drumfest, drumfest, drumfest, drumfest, drumfest, drumfest. WHEEE. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne out;&lt;br /&gt;I am hyper, high, happy, and... high. =]&lt;br /&gt;G'night y'oll folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1191086285337978649?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1191086285337978649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1191086285337978649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1191086285337978649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1191086285337978649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhh-omg-kill-me-i-forgot-to-take-mames.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1497932554650559407</id><published>2008-06-08T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:40:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellohellohello.&lt;br /&gt;I love my new keyboard. Doesn't piss me off, and it's quieter. =DD. =] And I shall announce that mame got her guitar and she smiles to herself every time she thinks of it. o_o And here's another musician-good-news, this drummer dudette will get her very own drum set but. This word is strong. T-T. BUT, it will be an electric drum set. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better than nothing, I guess.&lt;/span&gt; Lalala, which means I can practise. Which also means my neighbours will die. But, I can adjust the freakin' volume, or use a head set. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Joey Jordison Ahead drumsticks, now. =-=. NOW, NOW, NOW. $75 bucks. @#%#$. =-=. But I can't buy it this year because of certain issues that arises because I need to buy presents for certain people and it will, WILL, burn a bloody big hole in my tiny pocket. So... ____ pwned Germy's head. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vans: between 50~200+&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff: $$$&lt;br /&gt;Drumsticks: $75. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, SAVE! Oh, forget include, COMICS. =-=. Zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mame isn't online =-=; maybe she's playing with her new toy. =-=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne, off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1497932554650559407?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1497932554650559407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1497932554650559407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1497932554650559407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1497932554650559407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/hellohellohello.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-3571827879400115994</id><published>2008-06-06T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:47:03.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Church was awesomeeeee. I knelt down. WOOO. Practically the whole church did. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while walking my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt; (LOL) mame home, we saw a cat. We touched it. It tried to bite mame, apparently I was a shield. It scratched me. =x. Then, it followed us (still going to her house.) and mame got kinda paranoid. o_o. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; got paranoid. =-=?! Then, her dog bark bark bark and the cat scared and went away. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat scratched me and I'm still bleeding. =-=. Hello cat, if by any chance you're reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt;, I'd like to skin you, but it's against the law. =]. So have a nice nine-life. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night toasters.&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-3571827879400115994?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3571827879400115994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=3571827879400115994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3571827879400115994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3571827879400115994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-3194171123816073200</id><published>2008-06-06T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:23:44.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got like no one to talk to. =-=. Don't wanna burden anyone. They've got their own problems. And well, I've got mine. I don't even think the counsellor helps. Hahaha. I'm pathetic. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. I'll carry on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thenmaybei'llgojumpoffabuildingandhopethateveryonewillforgetme,soidon'thavetolivewithregret.ihopethisissmallenough&lt;br /&gt;andnoonereadsthis.butheh.whatever.i'mfallingapart.ican'tdoanythingright.ican'ttalktoanyone.isuck.i'mabloodyidiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ican'tdoanythingright. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-3194171123816073200?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3194171123816073200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=3194171123816073200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3194171123816073200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3194171123816073200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-got-like-no-one-to-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7824346077528068274</id><published>2008-06-06T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:41:45.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, I love my life. I get called stupid because I don't know everyone's number. Apparently I look like a phone book. -nods. Yes. =]. I'm so happy because I'm stupid. I'm so happy his looking for trouble again. I'm so happy I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day. And a even nicer start. Ha. Now, the line's in my head. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are your friends now.&lt;/span&gt;" Nice right. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... FISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. =-=. Zzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, kill me, come, there's a kitchen, there's a knife. Stop pressurizing me. It hurts. My head hurts. You're making me doubt everyone. EVERYONE. Damn you. Damn you and your stupid k-po shit face. You piss me off. Go to Hell. =-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7824346077528068274?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7824346077528068274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7824346077528068274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7824346077528068274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7824346077528068274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-i-love-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4841151063866686715</id><published>2008-06-05T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:35:19.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Turns out the other person was Taoliang. LOL. =] I feel so bad. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we lamed till 4+, talked about sleepwalkers, books, food, school, maths, exam, practically anything we said. Haha. xD. Funny. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mame is offlineeeeeeeeeeeeeee. T_T, and I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, I shall try french talk. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Hi, I suck =]&lt;br /&gt;French: salut, je suce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, relinked liao. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne. Salut, je suce. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4841151063866686715?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4841151063866686715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4841151063866686715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4841151063866686715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4841151063866686715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/turns-out-other-person-was-taoliang.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5882507438556508267</id><published>2008-06-05T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:46:03.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Ignore the previous post pleaseandthanks. =]. Yay. New friend, Darryl, he's cool =]. Funny guy. Aha. LOL. Stupid Gatsby dance. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post later. Lunch with Jan and didn't-catch-the-other-person's-name. o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5882507438556508267?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5882507438556508267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5882507438556508267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5882507438556508267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5882507438556508267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8582076513414458177</id><published>2008-06-05T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:22:01.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, everything's my fault? Oh... ok. So I killed every f**king moron? Every dead person? So I'm the idiot killing everyone? I murdered? I stole? I did arson? HUH? I see, I see. Come, take me to the police. EVERYTHING MY FAULT MA. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ. Don't like me so much, DISOWN ME LA. EVERYTHING MY FAULT, FUNNY AR. =-=...&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not effing funny when I get blamed. And no. I'm not happy doing everything for you. I have a limit. I'm not a robot. Even if I was one, I'd need rest. YES. REST. I'M NOT GETTING ANY. Yeah. Blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI POLICE! I KILLED EVERYONE. MY PARENTS SAID IT. =D. COME, ARREST ME. THROW ME IN JAIL, KILL ME =D. THANKS. My parents will thank you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other days:&lt;br /&gt;Quarrel, quarrel, quarrel. =]. Make me cry and quarrel. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;So co-operative! I'm SOOOOOO proud!. =-=. Yeah, that's right, throw it all on me. YES! I'm not stressed enough, I NEED MORE. So I can go jump off a freaking building, and y'all can throw a party. =], that, my dear parents, will be your second time being co-operative, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm hmm. Everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;So it's my fault I don't have eyes that can see from G12? O_o. Is it MY fault that I wasn't born with eagle's vision? o_o. No right...? Or is it? Awww. It's MY fault =D. See, now no worries, your... unrelated person here has took all the blame =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault y'all can't read English. It's my fault that y'all took the laptop away before I could un-install everything. It's my fault that I couldn't remove the whole bloody file before y'all took away the laptop. It's my fault I had school. It's my f**king fault I couldn't stay up the whole night to clear the f**king laptop because y'all didn't f**king let me. It's all my fault. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My beautiful piece of art. My wondrous flaws. So proud. =].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? =]. I lose. Okay? Y'all win. =]. I surrender. I stop. I give up. I won't fight. And guess what? I won't effing talk to y'all for the rest of until-I-finish-finding-my-faults. Which would be, OOPS, never. =-=. Cuz everything's my fault =D. It's also my fault that couples all over the world are getting divorced. It's my fault because WWI and WWII started. It's my fault the earthquakes, the typhoons, the bloody storms, the freaking disasters happened. NICE RIGHT. I never knew I could do all sorts of things. I've finally accomplished my lifelong dream! It's to effing take all the blame! WOO. Let's party. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I'm so accomplished. =].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8582076513414458177?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8582076513414458177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8582076513414458177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8582076513414458177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8582076513414458177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-everythings-my-fault-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5967002265411880310</id><published>2008-06-03T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:50:45.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. I know I suck. I suck and I'm proud. =-=. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of course not I ain't&lt;/span&gt;. =-=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Maybe planning classchalet at the end of the year. At safra/aloha changi/aloha loyang. I won't ask for loyang. It sucks. But I suck more. =] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the award, for suckiest person alive and ever! Germaine Zayne Tan!. Nice right? =-=&lt;/span&gt; It sucks to be me! ^_^v. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, need to dig out our class fund for chalet, unless y'all wanna pay. I've got this line stuck in my head. "Tear me up inside. And piece me back altogether again." =/ Oh well. No more mood for me. No more highness. =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want certain people to go for the chalet, maybe we'll make it a... ahh, whatever. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toaster, toaster, toaster, toaster, toasterrrrrr and roller coaster. Toaster in the roller coaster, hugging a bolster. #_#. Whatever. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne; I like toasters.&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I was a toaster. ._."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5967002265411880310?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5967002265411880310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5967002265411880310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5967002265411880310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5967002265411880310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-3907215904581340645</id><published>2008-06-03T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:46:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SUCK. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-3907215904581340645?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3907215904581340645/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;An apology,&lt;br /&gt;For my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;For my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever made you angry,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be feeling sad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... not... today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' everyone's crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;All around me,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's fooling 'round,&lt;br /&gt;All around me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;For me to fall.&lt;br /&gt;For you, I'd give it all,&lt;br /&gt;For all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' everyone's crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;All around me,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's fooling 'round,&lt;br /&gt;All around me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've been left out,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else to go,&lt;br /&gt;Left me far behind,&lt;br /&gt;I can't differentiate the goals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never seen this side of me,&lt;br /&gt;(You're all gonna laugh, one day,)&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna see the true me,&lt;br /&gt;(You're all gonna laugh, today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' everyone's crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;All around me,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's fooling 'round,&lt;br /&gt;All around me,&lt;br /&gt;(Now, I've been left out,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else to go,&lt;br /&gt;Left me far behind,&lt;br /&gt;I can't differentiate the goals,)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;=-=.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-3956648062705120873?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3956648062705120873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=3956648062705120873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3956648062705120873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3956648062705120873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7485236828412363584</id><published>2008-06-01T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:36:52.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a fact: During church I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; happy. Keyword Was. ._. Does it mean I'm happy now? No, no it doesn't, people assume I'm happy because of everything else. =-=. I'm not. ._. I want, and need to be happy. ._. I'm feeling down, tired, and so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you any idea,&lt;br /&gt; How hard it is,&lt;br /&gt; how hard it is at all,&lt;br /&gt; That I've to smile each and everyday,&lt;br /&gt; In front... of you."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;- All I Have Is All I Need "A Bullet In My Mouth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's practically how I actually feel. Ironic, I use my own song. Haha. =-=. Feel happy, Zayne, happy, happy, happy. Smile. Real smile. Real happiness. Not fake ones. Gimme the real ones. I know you can. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, I can't. &lt;/span&gt;Oh, I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna talk to my mommy, my closest friend. ._. Not mame, mame is closest friend. @_@. Lol. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, I feel terrible. I really, really, really feel terrible. ._. You know how people claim I'm sarcastic because I don't feel like laughing at their jokes? Do you even know how hard it is to convince people that I ain't "suan-ing" them? Just because I don't feel like laughing/smiling at them? I even feel nauseous nowadays. I'm pathetic. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, you need not pity me. No one asked you to read/care. You have a choice. And I'm not seeking attention. =-=. I'm not what my teacher says. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People post out how they feel on blogs because they want attention la. It's no use.&lt;/span&gt;" =]. Lychee candy isn't even making me high now. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I feel like I'm hanging 700 storeys high on a thread, with a pair of scissors, soon about to cut it. And I'll be hurled 700 storeys down. Wonderful. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7485236828412363584?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7485236828412363584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7485236828412363584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7485236828412363584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7485236828412363584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-fact-during-church-i-was-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-805563738422657218</id><published>2008-05-31T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:50:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm feeling pretty down these few days. I keep thinking I won't be like this the next day, but it's a lie, and I know it. But tomorrow! I shall be happy! Holy Communion and church! =D. I shall be a happy Christian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I have a sudden urge to drum, but, hey, I'll lose the urge later on. Cuz' right now, I don't get to drum. T-T. Sad case. I don't have a bass guitar either. =-=. I am sad. =-=. Oh wellios. F3. I shall WAIT! Until Jasmine decides to jam!. I'm waiting~(insert music note here.) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, you think I'm happy typing this, I'm not, deal with it. =]. I wrote a few, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a few, &lt;/span&gt;depressing songs these few days, y'all found it depressing, I found it amusing. =/. I'm very, very, very tired. I want, need, must sleep, but I can't. =]. I'm a insomniac freak. =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, whatever, I'm so bored now, I could call the police and report that I'm breaking the "over-bored" rule. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day, or the next day... etcetera, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-805563738422657218?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/805563738422657218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=805563738422657218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/805563738422657218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/805563738422657218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-im-feeling-pretty-down-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1075554712506294924</id><published>2008-05-30T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:29:39.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Michelle tagged me. T-T WHY ME!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Instuctions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Remove one question and add in your personal question to make a total of 20questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Answer 20 questions and tag 8 people on your list and list them out at the end of you post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. How do you feel now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ Bored. =].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. If you can fufill one wish, what will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ To... be able to drag 10 people to church. X_x"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Who are you thankful to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ God! Family! And friendssssss. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Important wishes for now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ Uh... dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. If you can turn something into the past, what will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ o_o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What are your main priorities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ Everything else but me. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. What makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ Family, friends and going to church makes me happy. o_o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. What do you want to change in you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ My attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. What song can represent your feelings now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    ~ Streetlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. What kind of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       ~ Irritating people that comes every now and then to bug and insult your parents for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Is there anything you wish to confess now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      ~ Uh... Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. What school is your crush in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       ~ No crush? o_o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Who will you go to when you're feeling low one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       ~ VICKKI! =o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. What do want to achieve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       ~ Uh... Dunno. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What age do you want to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       ~ NEVER! BWAHAHAHAA!. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. What do you regret doing most in your life to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       ~ Well uh, I pushed her and then... she fell... and then, scar on her knee, big one, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Who made you angry the past few days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      ~ Oh, loads. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Would you like to hang out with your stead/friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       ~ Friends. o_o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. What song can represent the time you enjoy most according to your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       ~ Running Out Of Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PERSONAL QUESTION: Y'sure you've never liked anyone?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes. I am sure. And no. I still don't like anyone, except friends and family, that's a whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tagged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vickkeh&lt;br /&gt;-Genn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Shim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Melrize. o_o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Shuting. &gt;=D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Jiayi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Peishuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Kerene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahbwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got tagged, so y'all got tagged. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1075554712506294924?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1075554712506294924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1075554712506294924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1075554712506294924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1075554712506294924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/michelle-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1031125134287762817</id><published>2008-05-29T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:17:11.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I broke my 2nd pair of eyes. But I got a new pair, they're green, white and black, and THE ONE I WANT! Woo. =] And, I ran into some cheena taxi driver. =-=. He couldn't get me to Aloha Changi properly. =-=... So I had to walk. Which meant my feet welcomed blisters. =]. Yup. I'm lazy to say why the toaster I went there, so... happy guessing, turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... didn't go for Exemplify. =[. Because 1. When I reached home, it's already too late. 2. I can't go to church a blind idiot. 3. I can't go to church stinky, in flip flops and so informal. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yeah, boring, boring me. =]. I miss mame. ._. Because I'm bored. ._. There's no one to whack me on my head. T-T. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I shall go watch Bring It On: All Or Nothing. =D It's a nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne go beeeborrrrr. I am high cuz of cheese cake and techno. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEEE BORRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAME COME BACK. T_T. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 179th POST. Coincidentally it's 9.17p.m. o_o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1031125134287762817?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1031125134287762817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1031125134287762817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1031125134287762817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1031125134287762817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-i-broke-my-2nd-pair-of-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4649571020803023396</id><published>2008-05-28T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:15:08.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. Exemplify is AWESOME. AWESOME AWESOME, AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. =DDDD.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. It is. Dr Dag, the speaker dude, yeah, he is funnehhhh. =D. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Exemplify. =]. And mame go camp. So... I'm naturally bored. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was CIP. IT RAINED, DAMMIT, RAINED. =-=. Then when we were about to go back home, it stopped raining. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOPPED. &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Danisha and Felynn are awesome kids. Fun people, they bullied Haikal. Lol. And they're so cute. =]. Pity Jiayi, got that vulgar act cool kid. Yucks, wanna slap his little, chubby, not cool face. =-=. So yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin lagoon was kinda crap. We watched it in the rain, that's why. But underwater world rocks hotttttt. I poked the shark, star fish, that fish that spits water, the um... uh... Sting ray!. Yep. Apparently, I had to convince the kiddies to go stroke the animals cuz they were scared it'll bite. Well, it didn't bite me!. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post pictures some day later, when I feel like it. =] Even though I'm not lagging and it's perfectly all right for me to post, I'll pass. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighnigh morons, I gotta catch sleep, I'm playing catching with it - WAIT FOR ME!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayneeeee go boom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4649571020803023396?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4649571020803023396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4649571020803023396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4649571020803023396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4649571020803023396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6860818410211624552</id><published>2008-05-26T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:21:16.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha! I am... ALIVE! The kids are cute. =-=. My group took charge of Felynn and (Don't know how to spell her name #_#) Danisha? o_o. Omg, I forgot her name. Shit. =-=. Kay, they'll know mine, I'm nice, I'm gonna give 'em candy on Wednesday. =-=. Stupid underwater world thing =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this kid, in grey, he was vulgar. V.U.L.G.A.R. Vulgar, dammit. And he tried to act cool, it failed in bloody dismay. HA! Thinks he's all that. =-=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to post pictures so don't bug. F3. F3. F3. =DD. LALALALA. I DON'T WANNA GO FOR DRAMA, IT'S STUPID. =[. It's a repetition of what I learnt in PRIMARY school =-=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I am very bored. I am so freaking bored. I forgot to turn my player on. I am a walking idiot whose name is very very very very very very sickeningly long. #_# @_@ &gt;_&gt; &lt;_&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post... tomorrow. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne go boom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6860818410211624552?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6860818410211624552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6860818410211624552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6860818410211624552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6860818410211624552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/ha-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-9194311667252932260</id><published>2008-05-25T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:44:02.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from mame's house, wth, she whacked me on the face 2 times. X_x" Lemme add a note. One time when she was "dancing" the other on accident. X_x"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pokey bear and I'm proud. =P. And mame is nice to poke. And I want something to huggggggg. T-T. Oh, oh, oh, congrats to her on finally knowing how to work her iPod. LMAOOOOO. xDxDxDxDxDxDxD ROFLMFAO. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Burp. Sorry, eating. And... I'm... drifting to... sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighnigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-9194311667252932260?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/9194311667252932260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=9194311667252932260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/9194311667252932260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/9194311667252932260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-mames-house-wth-she-whacked.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5525041282234614311</id><published>2008-05-24T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:09:41.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored. I am bored. I feel useless and I am bored. I'm craving for sandwiches. #_#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was pretty moody for the... past few long hours, haha. Ain't that nice? I'm gonna type coldly now. No expressions. No nothin'. Nothin' but the clothes on your backs, and the words on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's see. I was moody, so... I screamed at practically everyone, I didn't laugh at anything, I didn't even bother to reply anyone on MSN. Haha. Sorry peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat, had no appetite. Yup. Kill me already. I still am a lil' bit moody. Haha. Ha. Ha. =-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, ending post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5525041282234614311?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5525041282234614311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5525041282234614311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5525041282234614311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5525041282234614311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6918853622049598869</id><published>2008-05-24T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:53:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From now onwards, there will be no more titles for my posts. =-=. It has always been -.- for the past, I don't know how long. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down with flu. =-=. Or is it temporary? o_o. Let's hope it is. Vickki gave me new skin, and therefore, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. I am gay. Vickki is gay. We're all gays. o_o. LMAOLMAOLMAO. xDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored. Because it's 12.52pm and mame's not online =-=. So tiredddd. T-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;br /&gt;PS: Slept from 11.30pm yesterday till 12.30 today, and I'm still freaking tired. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6918853622049598869?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6918853622049598869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6918853622049598869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6918853622049598869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6918853622049598869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-now-onwards-there-will-be-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-707655314950128718</id><published>2008-05-23T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:54:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Church... was... AWESOME! =D. Heard 2 stories, from Jeff and Zoey? o_o. Yeah. Inspiring, lol. =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mame is evil. She tried to push me off the bus seat =-=. But failed. =D She also disturbed me when I was writing stuff down. =-= -pout-. And then she was kinda gay. She went sissy slapping and then at the same time, "like this!" LMAOLMAOLMAO. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pillow. I am a hard pillow. I need to be softer. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. I want sleep. I need sleep. I must sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not hypnotising you people. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. F3.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go now. Nighnigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have shorter posts. =-= Just scroll down. So shuttup and be quick about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-707655314950128718?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/707655314950128718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=707655314950128718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/707655314950128718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/707655314950128718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_23.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5514564296379969399</id><published>2008-05-22T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:06:41.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Don't. Ask. Vickki tagged me. =l Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;-pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I still suck my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;2. I still run around my house and scream, "WHEEE, I AM 5, SO, WHEEE, DEAL WITH IT, SUCKA. -pauses-. I want candy. 5 I SAY, 5!"&lt;br /&gt;3. My toenails grow super-duper slowly.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have pink stuffs. But. I don't touch 'em. =-=.&lt;br /&gt;5. I WAS and still am in love with fire. I like to poke 'em.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes, when I go high, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;7. I like nosebleeding because I see and taste blood. o_o.&lt;br /&gt;8. I like diving, but not swimming.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate and love knives at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;10. I use to collect my dead flesh. o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA: I laughed when a-certain-someone fell face first into the pool after laughing at me failing my dive. O_o. (It's okay, GLEN, I didn't announce your name. =])&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5514564296379969399?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5514564296379969399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5514564296379969399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5514564296379969399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5514564296379969399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_22.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6766391210924861400</id><published>2008-05-21T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:53:40.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Happy 170th post.&lt;br /&gt;Mame is high, very very very high. =x. I shall not elaborate. Least my chocolates fly. X_X"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6766391210924861400?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6766391210924861400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6766391210924861400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6766391210924861400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6766391210924861400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_2998.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-250566381424499640</id><published>2008-05-21T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:40:05.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Happy Bully-Germy day to mame. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I fell asleep at G12, so she tickled my ear to wake me up, but poor Germy here doesn't want to, so she whacks me with the pillows. X_x"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Don't sleep near mame. =_=. Or wake up earlier than her. Or don't sleep. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Today was rather boring. No, really, the classroom was an oven, we ALL got pissed, somehow. Due to the heat. =] Well, I for one got pissed. =/ And then, due to morons in the class, that further pissed me off. =l. Oh well. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot was awesomeawesome!. No, it's not because of the air-conditioner, KAY, FINE, IT IS, IT IS PARTLY BECAUSE OF THE AIR-CONDITIONER. =_=. EEESH. Andre's hair was messed up DURING the photoshoot, and it ain't me this time! It's our newcomer, our favourite bassist! It's! THOMAS!. LOL. Lame. =_=. BUT IT WAS SO BLOODY FUNNY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single photoshoots suck. ._. The photographer gets you to do all sorts of crap positions. Well, don't go for SINGLE photoshoots. Group ones are awesome shit. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: I'm a bad person. I influenced Thomas. I feel so guilty. ._. And proud. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... Yeah. Uhh, that's 'bout it. O_o. Drama was rather boring today. =_=. Heck. It's the same thing I learnt in primary school. =_=... Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard's Breathing is nice. =] Shoo, go listen to it and shoo. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighnigh monkeys/donkeys/humans/mame. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-250566381424499640?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/250566381424499640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=250566381424499640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/250566381424499640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/250566381424499640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_21.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-2191708880241038209</id><published>2008-05-20T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:19:40.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Finefine. =_=. Stop bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll advertise your stupid big names. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre: Lead vocals//Guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: Back-up Vocals// Bass/Rhythm Guitarist&lt;br /&gt;Zakk(Thomas's brother? Or cousin? O_o.): Rhythm/Drummer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: The usual. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't like typing this. =], go make a webby, so I don't have to post, pleaseeeeee? ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Uhh. =_=. I DON'T WANNA TYPE THIS LA. =___=.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Went home half way cuz' I had stomach ache. Mm hmm. I look forward to performing. =].&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... That's 'bout it. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye people. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-2191708880241038209?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2191708880241038209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=2191708880241038209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2191708880241038209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2191708880241038209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_20.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5469577247495938050</id><published>2008-05-19T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:58:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Ok, it felt like a day after mame went offline. =__=. So boring. =_=. I JUST REMEMBERED TOMORROW IS PHOTO DAY. ZOMG. =O. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. THE HORRORRRR. =_=. Shit, which means I've to get up earlier for my hair. =-=. Shit photo day, shit it's untimely event. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My neck hurts. I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. My thumb feels dislocated, my neck feels hammered, my feet are freezing, my back is aching, I have eyebags, my pinkie can't crack, therefore it feels awkward. T-T, and mame sprained her ankle/foot/leg. =/ I don't know which. O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Billabong flip flops. =], comfy comfy. =]. -hugs it.- It's yellow, grey, white, black. =] No red. No green. So... yellow it is. =_=. But it looks nice. =D Like Yellowcard's unofficial slipper. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE PHOTO DAY. =_=. It's for the year book some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get a new bag. o_o. Yay. And a certain someone is pissed. =x. Cheer up, short person. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, my eyeball hurts, it feels out of place. X_x".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;br /&gt;PS: (Did you stop typing yet?) I just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5469577247495938050?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5469577247495938050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5469577247495938050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5469577247495938050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5469577247495938050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_19.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7913881089364645045</id><published>2008-05-18T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:13:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>"If I had one more chance, I would have done it right."&lt;br /&gt;- "Why Is 6 Afraid Of 7 - Before Their Eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of... well, school, they're all out to get us - the students. Well, I don't care if the school's gonna get me for this, they already are. I'm so tired of... this, of it all. This outrage, this pathetic reason to make us suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, I'm also suffering from depression. =_=. Who wouldn't because of this? Huh? Mine's a different case. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... wish, one day, us students will actually all sign a piece of freaking paper. And get this over with. =___=. I'm so sick and tired of this thing I call bullshit. I believe I'm not the only one. =___=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all disgust me. =__=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consent form: To let us know/decide whether the hell we want it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgement form: To let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get your freaking English correct before you people come give us "CONSENT" forms without any CONSENTS inside. =___=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH. =__=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wanna scream, my rotting lungs out,&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to hear none of your bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tear, my bleeding heart out,&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to bear with any of your nonsensical  rubbish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- "A Pathetic Recovery; Sympathetic regret - All I Have Is All I Need"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above mention is to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was church, was fine, I guess. Hahaha, hello fellow classmates, we're all gonna freakin' die on Tuesday. =D They're all out to get us. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, I'm suffering from insomnia again? I can't sleep when I want to. I'll just be tiredly laid on my bed, staring at the damned ceiling, again. I'm thinking too much again, I think. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much on my mind:&lt;br /&gt;- What to tell Kamisah on Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;- What to do on Tuesday since we're all gonna effing die.&lt;br /&gt;- When can I get proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- Why isn't Vickki replying? (Stupid worry. LOL. Add in for fun.)&lt;br /&gt;- Why am I bored.&lt;br /&gt;- Why am I tired.&lt;br /&gt;- How is it possible to keep quiet about it when YOU ALL pester me for an answer? O_o. Your logic is misunderstood, tell it to the judges.&lt;br /&gt;- Why the hell can't I study properly, I suck. I SUCK, I EFFING SUCK, I know you people are happy reading this, you have one less student to care about. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to type. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahaha. Why not just shoot me dead? Why not just go to the Home Economics room, get a damned chopper and chop my brainless head off? Hmm? You people are SOOOOOO judgemental, so bloody stress-placing. Yeah, I know it's a stressful job, can't handle it? - QUIT. =___=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, I really don't wanna cause trouble, I'm trying to really study, and freakin' work hard for my end of years. My results are plunging. I'm failing - are you happy now?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really... really, want to PASS and get to Secondary Three. But that's not entirely possible when you guys are effing finding faults in me. Well, well. Aren't you smart? You're asking my friends to leave me? Leave la. =__=. Bloody hell, everything's crashing and you're happy, go eat shit, bullshit. This is BULLSHIT. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, next you'll pay them. "Yeah, that's right, let's pay 'em to leave Germaine! Let's get her to be another freakin' wandering soul in school! Let's make her so effing stressed up, she'll fail, and fail, and fail, and maybe, if we're lucky, she'll kill herself!. AWESOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=. I'll scratch your face. I'll slap you. I'll do loads to you, but I can't. Authority's on you. Your power hovers over my empty head. Oh, kill me already. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what? I'm gonna isolate myself, you'll be happy, cuz' I'll retain, you'll get your wish, wish come true baby. Bingo. Jackpot. Bullseye. Haha. You win. I lose, I'm outta here. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have absolutely no idea how this has affected me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT LA. I AM BULLSHIT. KILL ME, A WASTE OF SPACE. =_=. Who's depressed now? =_=. DISGUSTING. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DISGUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne; Kill me la. It'll end your stupid freaking problems. Don't TALK, INTERACT, or WHATEVER YOU WANT with me. I'm tired already. I'll cut my head off, and give it to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7913881089364645045?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7913881089364645045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7913881089364645045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7913881089364645045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7913881089364645045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_18.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-4577904451610413473</id><published>2008-05-17T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:52:44.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Vickki heard Get Your Freak On as Get Your Free Cologne. LOL. LOLLLLL. xDDDD. I'm gonna laugh every time I hear that song, or Vickki say that. xD. LALALALA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-4577904451610413473?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4577904451610413473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=4577904451610413473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4577904451610413473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/4577904451610413473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_2798.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1362133369258690182</id><published>2008-05-17T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:51:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I am a sickened person. I'm so tired. =_=... Slept at like... 3 am yesterday, woke up at 9. Yeeeeup. And I got a tan line on my feet. Because I spent 30 mins at the bus stop, waiting for the damned bus. Well... Yeah. So on the bus, this girl, around 16? Sat beside me on this LOOONGG bench seat thing. Then she kept staring at me. And usually, people mind sitting next to me, so I did all sorts of stupid things to get her to shift seats. It didn't work! D=. Failure. =___=. She was wearing a lil' miss tee. PINK colour one. =___=. Eeeeyuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so... dead. I wanna do filming, but no... It's stated in the paper, that we'll do filming, but, nooooo. We won't do it, because there isn't! IT WAS STATED IN THE DAMNED LETTER. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. I need to redo the dolphin thingy. =o. I told 'em it sucked. F3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post later. =_=&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1362133369258690182?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1362133369258690182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1362133369258690182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1362133369258690182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1362133369258690182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_17.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-7159438097336943849</id><published>2008-05-15T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:41:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Super late post. =_=. It's 12 now. F3. I'm an idiot, I just straightened my hair, and I'm gonna go to sleep already. =_=. And, Vickki confiscated my comics for 1 month. ... D=. Because I couldn't buy her her comics because I am broke because of Swensen's. Y'know what? Damn Swensen's and their over sized menus. =_=... EEEEE. I want my money back!. =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G12 today. =] Awesome. Ethan kept on getting hit on the back. Then the... uhhh... I forgot his name! Jonathan's brother? Yeah, he asked Ethan to get a turtle shell. Or durians tied to his back. LOLLLLL. Funny. Then Jan denies the fact that she'll get fat eating chocolate. =P. Yes, you will get fat. Due to the milk and all. F3F3, Anyway... I know you're gonna gobble up all your chocolate =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. So tired. ._. Although everyone else is going, and if I don't, I'll be pangseh-ing them. F3. Go... or don't go... God help mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MY CASHHHH. T-T. Eeeee. I still have no idea of what to draw, and all my sketches look like shitttttt. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my hair. I want a longer fringe. I want a tail but then Vickki will say I look like an upside down pineapple. =__=. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She looks girlier in her new hair. O_o. And I know, she'll ask me to shuttup after reading this. =D I know. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So... bored... So... tired... zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're a bunch of fucking liars.&lt;br /&gt;Never dealt with burning fire,&lt;br /&gt;So they'd burn, your filthy guts,&lt;br /&gt;to burn in flames, to calm down your desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zayne; OUT. =]&lt;br /&gt;Nighnigh monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got pissed today. I'm gonna lose my temper. =O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] J ROCK HAIR IS SOOO HAWT. I WANT IT. D=. (No, I'm not nuts, I'm a loose screw. So screw you.) [/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-7159438097336943849?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7159438097336943849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=7159438097336943849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7159438097336943849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/7159438097336943849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_15.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-5154893407218578707</id><published>2008-05-13T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:52:38.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Hello monkeys. =]. I don't like people who spams blogs, and then denies it. =_=. What is wrong with y'all. Why, Nandeep just got spammed. =_=. And I've got a pretty good idea who the shabula did that. =#. Anyway, Yeah, whatever, come spam my blog. =D I don't mind, you no-life idiots out there. =]. Mmm hmm. I'm still being indirectly attacked by certain adults. =o. In fact, she did it again today. =_=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Mame'll probably be back tonight. And today is my last day from being bored. I like 7-up raspberry. It's sweet =D. And no, I still don't like pink. =_=I'm gonna become fat thanks to icecream cake. And 7-up. D=. Oh well, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Black is hawt. =O. LOL. Anyway. I'm a very bored person. Whereas Y2 thinks that she is a very boring person. =x. Yeah, but she isn't boring! She's... well... yeah, she is. Enmarye is a hamster named Gamster. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. So bored... I miss... uhh... lychee candy. =__=. Doritos are nice, but they hurt your jaw after over-excessive chewing. =_=. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Who wants to follow me to the beach to scream? =O. I need to scream. =O. And who's free in the holidays to go Sentosa? And when can I go band practising... =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Update later, it's boring when mame's not here to entertain. =___=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-5154893407218578707?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5154893407218578707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=5154893407218578707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5154893407218578707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/5154893407218578707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_13.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-3338700194920623663</id><published>2008-05-11T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:27:34.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Yay, today is mommy's day! It is also ouch-germy-gets-hurt day. D=. Because mame gets to do what she wants and I can't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;So here's what she did:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pull my hair. (normal.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Slammed my spectacles into my face. (Semi normal.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Kicked me in the shin, now it looks like I just got one cane mark there.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mess up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;5. Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, oh, and I am still nose-bleeding! Let's beat my record of 24 tissues at least 3/4 full. =/ I owe mame 12 bucks. =l. And she's feeling sick because of coke. Coke is evil. =_=. 7-up kicks more arse. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also Uma's birthday? O_o. Happy birthday, person. =]. My mommy got her cake. And mame got her Toberlones, I got... all of the above mentioned. Well, yeah. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Kerene's birthday and... I have to do stuff. =___=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mame spit out coke because I said penile. I also said penis, and she spit it out, again. F3. She was dancing on the cinema seat because she was cold. O_o. She was "vibrating." =x. LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... bored... So people, how are your after exams so far? O_o. Having a great time? Why am I even asking you this. =__=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry. I want more 7-up. And I want children's day to come faster because I'm still a kid. =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMEEEEEEEEEE. Hi. Happy mommy's day. LOL. F3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Lakerol makes me high. It also makes me burp extra long.&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Ow my head, shin, uhh.. nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-3338700194920623663?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3338700194920623663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=3338700194920623663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3338700194920623663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/3338700194920623663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_11.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-1006926726339840847</id><published>2008-05-09T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:57:41.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps. =] I'm back from churchhhhh! =D.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please stick a tube into my left nostril, and plug it in to the blood salvation army, 11th tissue! Zar-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jan got kissed by toberones. =D Thanks to me and Santy Claw's playful and high mood. She WAS gloomy, then, she was pissed, then, she went muted, then, she went high. O_o, I'm already used to it. =D. Oh well. I don't feel good. Ahh, whatever. =_=. I'm so weak now... My head hurts. =_=... UHH, IGNORE THAT. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Santy Claws had a kick-knee war. O_o. We kneed and kicked each other, her aiming sucks, she kicked my back instead of my butt! And I kneed her tushie because I didn't wanna dirty her jeans with my SHOE. =] I'm considerate. (-COUGHS-). I'm buying her a pair of Slip-on Vans for X'mas. =]. &lt;~ See? It's there, big enough for you to see. =]. Uhh... anyway. UHHH. Oh, um. Um... I'm tired and I don't wanna go play basketball tomorrow. So I ain't going. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHURCHHHHH. =DDD. Uh, ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;My left shoulder's gonna break, My right elbow hurts, my head got baluku, my nose won't stop bleeding. I guess it's injury day for me. =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, happy after-exams-go-party people. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Vickki, your aiming sucks.&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Umm. I like pudding? O_o.&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: I wanna play the drumset, NOW. And the Bass, and I wanna tap properly. =_=".&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS: Vickki has daily mood swings that'll kill you if you piss her off. =/ She'll probably kill me after reading this, but what the heck, I'm dying from nose-drowning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ALL. =l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-1006926726339840847?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1006926726339840847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=1006926726339840847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1006926726339840847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/1006926726339840847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_4872.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-2856778765860025039</id><published>2008-05-09T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:53:49.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Let's all open a party and jump for joy. EXAMS ARE OVER! It's over, over, over! But it's gonna fly back soon. =_=. So technically, exams are never over. =_=. Or at least until you graduate. Almost all of us messed up for art. =D. So I'm safe! At least I'm not the only one. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to what's happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;The cake I bought for mommy was awesome. =]. She says it's cute. And now it's kinda destroyed cuz' all of us attacked on it. &gt;;D. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is Kerene's birthday, how blessed, it's on marking day! Which naturally means: out from morning to evening to celebrate!. Hahaha. My love for drumming is back! =]. Bass's okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have church later on, yay!. LOL. Yay, yay, yay, yay. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having 3 days free, there isn't school on Monday, so... 2/3-ists! NO ART! But there's no D&amp;amp;T as well. Then again, HomeEcons is starting, we get to cook. Finally. =]. Everyone was looking at the clock when it ticked the final minute until the bell rung. I believe, in our heads were "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3... 2... 1... YAY! It's over! It's frigging over! No more mass cramming for exams! WOOO.&lt;/span&gt;" Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3-days-off-and-away-from-school, people. =]&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to add that, I still hate the school and the one week structure programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Genn and I are looking forward to the drama course. =]. -OHMYGAWD! THE FLOOR, IT'S ROUGH, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE. D:. LOL-NESS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne's out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-2856778765860025039?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2856778765860025039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=2856778765860025039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2856778765860025039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/2856778765860025039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_09.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-6807009526679892225</id><published>2008-05-08T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:47:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>K, I'm so bored, no wait, tired. I hate art. I hate it. =_=. Need we really transform the shit? O_o. I mean, c'mon! We'd have better ideas if the shit didn't need the damned transformation, I had it all planned out. Until they said, "need to transform", oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Germaine, where did your ideas go?"&lt;br /&gt;"Down the drain, I guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a choice we can make, whereby we WON'T have to transform? Layout and finding and drawing and rendering or what shit is already tiring enough. My sleep's might as well zero. It's pointless for me to study, I'll fall asleep, why? Because that bloody son of a gun-bitch who's my father is a inconsiderate piece of shit, he watches TV, he smokes, IN MY FRIGGING ROOM, EH, HELLO, I NEED MY SLEEP. =_____=. Then when I'm cranky, you get pissed, you haven't seen me pissed now have you? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm planning to fail art, I mean, c'mon. My ideas, lost it. I'm tired, grumpy, and I need my effing sleep. And no, you morons, I can't take a nap in the afternoon, I won't sleep at night then. =___=. BLAAA, I HATE EXAMS, THEY'RE NOTHING BUT AN EXTRA TO THIS THIS CALLED STRESS. It burns your effing brain cells. =_=. Ahhh, whatever. ==" What the Hell, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a sleeping worm after exams. =_=. I HATE THE SCHOOL. What stupid 1 week shit study. At 7 am? -.-!? Oi, after exams, suppose to sleep, we're like studying almost 24effing7 for the shit paper. Then got this frigging programme? O_o. Well... I'm very sure, no one will like it a lot. Although, I'll take it as a chance to meet my friends, but hey! Compulsory? I'd like to express my views here, All you teachers reading this! It's only true. I'm not gonna start YAPPING about SOME OF YOU there. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: We have pregnant teachers, you're making them come back to teach us instead of resting at home? You sickening shit.&lt;br /&gt;2: Us students need our rest - so do our teachers! Hello, we're not robots programmed to study, study, study, and teachers aren't suppose to teach, teach, teach.&lt;br /&gt;3: We have no choice - this shit is compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;4: Haven't you though for some of us, including the teachers, that we're really tired, and dying for this 1 month+ holiday? You just took like 1 frigging week off.&lt;br /&gt;5: I'm very sure, this won't help much. We'll slack - Again.&lt;br /&gt;6: I'm very tired, I have a few other friends who are tired, and there's bound to be an average of at least 5 to 6 per class that are very, very, very sickeningly tired due to exams.&lt;br /&gt;7: You don't even let us PLAY for God's sake after the exams. Let us play a lil' bit, it's all I'm asking for.&lt;br /&gt;8: We even have CIP after our structure programme? Gee, you sure are thoughtful! Killing 3 birds with 1 stone! Students, Teachers and well, staff&amp;amp;faculty!.&lt;br /&gt;9: I'm very sure teachers would very much rather stay at home than teach us bunch of... monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;10: We know you want good results, so don't further stress-sify us. We're stressed enough. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELLOW STUDENTS;&lt;br /&gt;Me too, I don't like this one week structure programme shit. I know y'all hate it as well. =]. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-6807009526679892225?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6807009526679892225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=6807009526679892225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6807009526679892225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/6807009526679892225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_08.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8305261858894397847</id><published>2008-05-07T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:06:58.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Blasai 1:&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotise me, with your loathing words,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be silhouetted against the shadows;&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;Gaining the ability,&lt;br /&gt;Losing my dignity,&lt;br /&gt;There is no effed up liberty,&lt;br /&gt;In this world we call humanity,&lt;br /&gt;All judges stare,&lt;br /&gt;All judges laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish, that I could never get enough,&lt;br /&gt;Your cold words will haunt me,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never see,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty has a price, my life is a dice,&lt;br /&gt;Hurl the thing over, see my number,&lt;br /&gt;And I beg, on my blistered knees,&lt;br /&gt;And I beg, when the effing Hell will you see?&lt;br /&gt;Your words will haunt me,&lt;br /&gt;Your life torments me,&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm blinded, eff this place and make me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasai 2:&lt;br /&gt;I pull open my drawer,&lt;br /&gt;I find a rusty razor knife,&lt;br /&gt;I placed it on my wrists, and waved the world goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;As I pen my suicide note with my red liquid blood,&lt;br /&gt;I laugh away, enemies as happy as a lark,&lt;br /&gt;You laughed at me,&lt;br /&gt;You gave up on me,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't make me see,&lt;br /&gt;My life is wasted, thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;My life, gone, all blame to you too.&lt;br /&gt;I pull open my drawer,&lt;br /&gt;Throw in the rusty razor knife,&lt;br /&gt;Lock it up safely, and destroyed it's long gone keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I HAVE LIKE, 8 HOURS TO MY EXAM. I'M GONNA DIE. AHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8305261858894397847?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8305261858894397847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8305261858894397847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8305261858894397847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8305261858894397847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_9355.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-438032939301440424</id><published>2008-05-07T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:11:26.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Today was Science. Well, it sucked. I spent 1 hour and 15 minutes on it. And Genn spent 1 hour on it. Our spare time went to sleep. =D. Please, woman, stop acting cool or or cute or or anything you aren't. =___=. You're not. =]. I'm being very honest. =]. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA, Nothing Ever Stays is a niceeeeee band. =D. Black, White and Red All Over is a nice song by them. =]. Go &lt;a href="http://purevolume.com"&gt;purevolume.com&lt;/a&gt;, you'll see 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very bored. I have not done my art. I shall die on Friday. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-438032939301440424?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/438032939301440424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=438032939301440424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/438032939301440424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/438032939301440424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_07.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-9159673821028825987</id><published>2008-05-06T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:31:35.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Vickkeh made me listen to Like Suicide by Seether, and yeah, it's nice. Now it's my blog-song. =o, along with Decade Under The Influence by Taking Back Sunday. =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, and Vickkeh's offline. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-9159673821028825987?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/9159673821028825987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=9159673821028825987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/9159673821028825987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/9159673821028825987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_2284.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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-7000440682904113830.post-8833065465717730798</id><published>2008-05-06T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:48:20.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-.</title><content type='html'>Heeeeeeyellow. Oh my, lag. LAGGGGG. AHHHH. Okay, no more lag. Stupid Facebook. =_=. Oh well, anyway, lalalala, English was... just about average, D&amp;amp;T was kinda hard. Still... I hate that person. =O, stop mentioning about stupid yellow forms, kay? Throw me all kinds of forms, detention, consent, blabla, yellow, blue, red, green, magenta, cyan, purple, all the colours you have! Borrow the colour wheel from Ms Koh if you need all the colours!. =D I'm pretty sure she'll help. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, whatever, lalala. I am a fag. And no, I didn't just notice, I'm not slow!. =_=. Tomorrow is Science. 2 whole bloody hours... 9+ to 12+. Because, I know, for sure, they'll draaaaaaaaaaaag, and draaaaaaaaaag, and draaaaaaaaag. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what's the best part? I have not done my art piece. I'm gonna die. D: like every other time. =_=. My brother is stupid, he doesn't know how to answer the phone! He HAS to wait for people to say, "Oi, answer the damned phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I shall update later.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000440682904113830-8833065465717730798?l=wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8833065465717730798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000440682904113830&amp;postID=8833065465717730798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8833065465717730798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000440682904113830/posts/default/8833065465717730798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrapped-in-glass.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_06.html' title='-.-.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><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>
