<?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-12716348</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:00:51.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some hearts &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'>Priscilla (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pris</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>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-123622912180917574</id><published>2010-10-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:09:00.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, is it global warming or is it just you? i'm burning up, burning up with you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your dad a thief? cause he stole the stars and put them in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my teddy bear, will you sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;i lost my number, can i have yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a plant, and you make me grow, my sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you're just the one to restart my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you tired, you've been running through my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did it hurt when you fell from heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drowning in your eyes babe, throw me a float!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know how to do CPR, cause you just took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you take first aid? because i'm breathless and i need mouth to mouth treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, if i could rearrange the alphabet I would put you &amp;amp; I together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I dead, Angel? Cause this must be heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SO HOT WHEN I LOOK AT YOU, I GET A TAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i don't know how to complete this equation. does me+you= love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on fire, turn on your sprinkler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the interior designer? cause I SAW you and the room became beautifukl&lt;br /&gt;You must be a damn good broom, cause you swept me wayyyy off my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i have two words for you. i love you" BUT YOU AND I ARE ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my forever. you're my always.&lt;br /&gt;Are you from Tennessee? Cause you're the only TEN I see&lt;br /&gt;You are a 9.999. Well, you'd be a perfect 10 if you were with me.&lt;br /&gt;Please help the homeless. Take me home with you.&lt;br /&gt;I can figure out the square root of any number in less than 10 seconds. What? You don’t believe me? Well, then, let’s try it with your phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a parking ticket, cause you've got "fine" written ALL OVER you.&lt;br /&gt;By looking at you I can tell you're 36-25-36, which by the way are all perfect squares.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a stop light, I'd turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bag you like some groceries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a genie but I can make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;are you an earthquake? cause you just shook my world.&lt;br /&gt;Can I take a picture of you, so I can show Santa just what I want forChristmas.&lt;br /&gt;is your name Gilette? cause you're the best a man can get.&lt;br /&gt;How can I know so many hundreds of digits of pi and not the 7 digits of your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;For a third-world country, you're pretty well-developed.&lt;br /&gt;Stop, drop, and roll, baby. You are on fire.&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.&lt;br /&gt;You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?&lt;br /&gt;Hey...somebody farted. Let's get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;Did you fart, cause you blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a Bandaid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-123622912180917574?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/123622912180917574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=123622912180917574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/123622912180917574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/123622912180917574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-is-it-global-warming-or-is-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-3003957888778150607</id><published>2009-10-22T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:43:47.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many songs to say how i feel</title><content type='html'>You make me smile like a sun,&lt;br /&gt;Fall outta bed, sing like a bird,&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like fool,&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know I could say we're through&lt;br /&gt;And tell myself I'm over you&lt;br /&gt;But even if I made a vow&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to miss you now&lt;br /&gt;And try to hide the truth inside&lt;br /&gt;I'd fail cause I, I just can't live a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get out of this town tonight&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but dust in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Gone by morning light&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, let's just get out of this town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wish this moment was ours to own it, and that it would never leave.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long gone, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3003957888778150607?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3003957888778150607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3003957888778150607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3003957888778150607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3003957888778150607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-many-songs-to-say-how-i-feel.html' title='so many songs to say how i feel'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-6033235234524658203</id><published>2009-10-08T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:31:38.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>irrational stupid but whatever&lt;br /&gt;you make my stomach roil and it's done&lt;br /&gt;you made me hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6033235234524658203?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6033235234524658203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6033235234524658203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6033235234524658203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6033235234524658203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/10/irrational-stupid-but-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-1979373909484142422</id><published>2009-09-29T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:17:04.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything and nothing</title><content type='html'>Everything and nothing everything and nothing everything and nothing everything and nothing everything and nothing everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done, with your lies,&lt;br /&gt;baby now my tears dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and nothing everything and nothing,&lt;br /&gt;jily you're my kryptonite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1979373909484142422?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1979373909484142422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1979373909484142422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1979373909484142422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1979373909484142422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-and-nothing.html' title='everything and nothing'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-4092592009414289847</id><published>2009-09-17T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:09:33.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SrImEj9rbcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Mi0o3KH5-P0/s1600-h/6678_5211050905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SrImEj9rbcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Mi0o3KH5-P0/s320/6678_5211050905.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382406364476435906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets so hard, you can't even do anything else but be completely consumed by it, you know it's bad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish this moment was ours to own it, and that it would never leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time, I meant it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Departure's always imminent, it's just when. And now when obviously I'm losing everything, I need to hold on tight. And never let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4092592009414289847?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4092592009414289847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4092592009414289847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4092592009414289847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4092592009414289847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-here-right-now.html' title='right here right now'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SrImEj9rbcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Mi0o3KH5-P0/s72-c/6678_5211050905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-1566124324758644550</id><published>2009-09-11T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:20:36.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finished</title><content type='html'>What I want to know doesn't always equate to what I need to know, so perhaps we'll stick to the need-to-know basis, and leave me out of everything, cause I find that whenever I come within close proximity to any of you, I'm just left with frazzled nerves and hauntings of empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;If you couldn't keep them, don't even bother making them, because I'm tired of finding excuses for you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should stop trying to find endings to everything that's happening, why are we even stuck. I've made up my mind, and you've obviously made your choice, so this is behind us.&lt;br /&gt;It should be obvious that I miss you, but everything has to come to that eventual end, we just pushed ours slightly earlier, so what's the harm, hah.&lt;br /&gt;You can't have your pie and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;You're tired of finding allowances, and I'm tired of even trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1566124324758644550?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1566124324758644550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1566124324758644550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1566124324758644550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1566124324758644550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/finished.html' title='finished'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-6625536715937842516</id><published>2009-09-04T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:20:41.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two is better than one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SqEfTr7cYbI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lCEhdaIBGyE/s1600-h/3790353757_e5b0d42373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377613853127106994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SqEfTr7cYbI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lCEhdaIBGyE/s320/3790353757_e5b0d42373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I've figured out with all that's said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two, is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe maybe maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6625536715937842516?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6625536715937842516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6625536715937842516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6625536715937842516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6625536715937842516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='two is better than one'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SqEfTr7cYbI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lCEhdaIBGyE/s72-c/3790353757_e5b0d42373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-5924093545518773314</id><published>2009-09-03T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:00:00.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there has to be a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sp_LPvzvZoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/n3suvrtwm6A/s1600-h/aa8edddfa42fe79022b163a3cd2bb76d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377239951495620226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sp_LPvzvZoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/n3suvrtwm6A/s320/aa8edddfa42fe79022b163a3cd2bb76d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smells, sounds and feels like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong perception, I was too quick to judge, thinking you had it in you-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out you're just like the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I treated you the same, but at least I learnt from my wrongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to save a life, how to prevent it from further distruction, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't know right would i, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5924093545518773314?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5924093545518773314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5924093545518773314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5924093545518773314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5924093545518773314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-has-to-be-reason.html' title='there has to be a reason'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sp_LPvzvZoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/n3suvrtwm6A/s72-c/aa8edddfa42fe79022b163a3cd2bb76d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-3261818685921931275</id><published>2009-08-29T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:49:15.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you should</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpgJ2KWA2dI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bdr49xiWr5w/s1600-h/Reading_the_ideas_of_flowers_by_mechtaniya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375056981360957906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpgJ2KWA2dI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bdr49xiWr5w/s320/Reading_the_ideas_of_flowers_by_mechtaniya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You should know it, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet you still told me, and broke my heart into a million pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you come back come back/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said it already i give in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3261818685921931275?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3261818685921931275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3261818685921931275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3261818685921931275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3261818685921931275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-should.html' title='you should'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpgJ2KWA2dI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bdr49xiWr5w/s72-c/Reading_the_ideas_of_flowers_by_mechtaniya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7990844971674095651</id><published>2009-08-27T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:54:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpaPBYxUvEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2EsqmOehFmM/s1600-h/3176037376_42658799ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374640459305237570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpaPBYxUvEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2EsqmOehFmM/s320/3176037376_42658799ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing here in this soul left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be surprised when we hate this tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God knows we tried to find an easier way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7990844971674095651?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7990844971674095651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7990844971674095651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7990844971674095651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7990844971674095651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-surprise.html' title='no surprise'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpaPBYxUvEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2EsqmOehFmM/s72-c/3176037376_42658799ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-3408498112642611855</id><published>2009-08-23T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:32:04.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpEajO7YRgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1jY-0jGwcSg/s1600-h/3043544862_c99e0e3f91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373105023034607106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpEajO7YRgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1jY-0jGwcSg/s320/3043544862_c99e0e3f91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 words, 8 letters, and I'm yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3408498112642611855?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3408498112642611855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3408498112642611855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3408498112642611855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3408498112642611855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-words-8-letters-and-im-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SpEajO7YRgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1jY-0jGwcSg/s72-c/3043544862_c99e0e3f91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-2437692356309716787</id><published>2009-08-21T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:36:57.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should've started running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/So6t_evMdZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6_JM4FzI7sM/s1600-h/You_Dropped_Your_Flowers_Dear_by_IMustBeDead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372422711593956754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/So6t_evMdZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6_JM4FzI7sM/s320/You_Dropped_Your_Flowers_Dear_by_IMustBeDead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All that I'm after is a life full of laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as I'm laughing with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the life we've been through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know there's no life after you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've started running &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A long, long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never thought to doubt you; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im better off without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than you, more than you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's really over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally getting better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And spending all of these years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting my heart back together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got over you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-2437692356309716787?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2437692356309716787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=2437692356309716787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2437692356309716787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2437692356309716787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/shouldve-started-running.html' title='should&apos;ve started running'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/So6t_evMdZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6_JM4FzI7sM/s72-c/You_Dropped_Your_Flowers_Dear_by_IMustBeDead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-1307563131940375235</id><published>2009-08-17T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:08:16.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Solx_Ucj8II/AAAAAAAAAyc/bT4bphD5z1I/s1600-h/3545057895_9ae3104f20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370949363250229378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Solx_Ucj8II/AAAAAAAAAyc/bT4bphD5z1I/s320/3545057895_9ae3104f20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we go again,&lt;br /&gt;it's happening again isn't it/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should've said no.&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it, was she worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1307563131940375235?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1307563131940375235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1307563131940375235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1307563131940375235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1307563131940375235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again,'/><author><name>Pris</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/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Solx_Ucj8II/AAAAAAAAAyc/bT4bphD5z1I/s72-c/3545057895_9ae3104f20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-1654369847433037289</id><published>2009-08-07T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:41:10.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SnwtHkMEusI/AAAAAAAAAyU/B7G8fCxY_-U/s1600-h/425_meester_crawford_lc_020309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367214463915440834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SnwtHkMEusI/AAAAAAAAAyU/B7G8fCxY_-U/s320/425_meester_crawford_lc_020309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'&lt;/em&gt; ♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the opposite of love would be apathy, that's what I feel for you now.&lt;br /&gt;I give up trying to make things alright, if you're so insistent I'm in the wrong, evil and inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of holding on, I'm sick with the acknowledgement of lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It clutches, it grabs, and I'm left with no choice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I see you, it's "Oh f," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grab my tail and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't even call my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1654369847433037289?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1654369847433037289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1654369847433037289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1654369847433037289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1654369847433037289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='♡'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SnwtHkMEusI/AAAAAAAAAyU/B7G8fCxY_-U/s72-c/425_meester_crawford_lc_020309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-658656513366641207</id><published>2009-06-24T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:26:55.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k i'm sorry i'm tired i'm sorry i was a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for even being alive.&lt;br /&gt;just put the blame on me i give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-658656513366641207?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/658656513366641207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=658656513366641207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/658656513366641207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/658656513366641207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/k-im-sorry-im-tired-im-sorry-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-7475005437648499435</id><published>2009-06-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:07:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never say never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SkDvlxGgKsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/B2rUkNRTpXA/s1600-h/c796635736a32aed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539789430958786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SkDvlxGgKsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/B2rUkNRTpXA/s320/c796635736a32aed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't let me go, don't let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7475005437648499435?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7475005437648499435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7475005437648499435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7475005437648499435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7475005437648499435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-say-never.html' title='never say never'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SkDvlxGgKsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/B2rUkNRTpXA/s72-c/c796635736a32aed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-4495107614127394147</id><published>2009-06-21T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:53:01.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't change don't go don't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sj2gZSZ8TdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/b4OOmf_OdVc/s1600-h/4766_88682768861_548483861_2048603_4580159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349608288683838930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sj2gZSZ8TdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/b4OOmf_OdVc/s320/4766_88682768861_548483861_2048603_4580159_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love you so very much &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't change don't go don't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4495107614127394147?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4495107614127394147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4495107614127394147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4495107614127394147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4495107614127394147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-change-dont-go-dont-forget.html' title='don&apos;t change don&apos;t go don&apos;t forget'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sj2gZSZ8TdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/b4OOmf_OdVc/s72-c/4766_88682768861_548483861_2048603_4580159_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-8890015962938736299</id><published>2009-06-20T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:52:00.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get ready, get set, don't go/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sj2fehb02DI/AAAAAAAAAx8/UWNXmNLVTy8/s1600-h/home_by_casseybunn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349607279105988658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sj2fehb02DI/AAAAAAAAAx8/UWNXmNLVTy8/s320/home_by_casseybunn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready, get set, don't go/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't make you stay, but you won't let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8890015962938736299?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8890015962938736299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8890015962938736299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8890015962938736299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8890015962938736299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-ready-get-set-dont-go.html' title='get ready, get set, don&apos;t go/'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sj2fehb02DI/AAAAAAAAAx8/UWNXmNLVTy8/s72-c/home_by_casseybunn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-4375481229736791373</id><published>2009-06-18T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:18:05.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly fly away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sjo6TdsUfZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/giduTYFu_Wo/s1600-h/Butterfly_V_by_GreenEyedHarpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348651613518331282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sjo6TdsUfZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/giduTYFu_Wo/s320/Butterfly_V_by_GreenEyedHarpy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings now you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;Take those dreams and make them all come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up, I give up, I don't want to fight anymore, you can fly away, I'll miss you like crazy, but just fly away. I don't want to torment myself anymore, I don't want to make things difficult for you either, so just fly away. I miss you so much, but you can fly away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make myself umbraged.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's me, maybe it's you, but we've lost it already anyway. It doesn't make sense anyway, cause I don't think you want me anymore, and I'm too tired of holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;We've been waiting for this day&lt;br /&gt;All along and knowing just what to do&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you and love you, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4375481229736791373?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4375481229736791373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4375481229736791373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4375481229736791373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4375481229736791373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/butterfly-fly-away.html' title='butterfly fly away'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sjo6TdsUfZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/giduTYFu_Wo/s72-c/Butterfly_V_by_GreenEyedHarpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7639723238826891825</id><published>2009-06-11T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:36:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SjEGWZecn8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/zTKLutxYaWs/s1600-h/come_back_to_me_by_aparatka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346061214530969538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SjEGWZecn8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/zTKLutxYaWs/s320/come_back_to_me_by_aparatka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cause when you've lost it all, you don't even feel pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come back to me, come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conflicting emotions, conflict within oneself. 'Cause I've no idea what to do with you running in and out, please don't go, but please don't come. I don't know how to express it, I miss you, but I don't wanna talk to you, I love you, but I hate you. It goes round and round, and how am I supposed to make sense of anything,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do i do with you.;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7639723238826891825?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7639723238826891825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7639723238826891825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7639723238826891825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7639723238826891825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/cause-when-youve-lost-it-all-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SjEGWZecn8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/zTKLutxYaWs/s72-c/come_back_to_me_by_aparatka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7413620960682129897</id><published>2009-06-04T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:55:17.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what you get</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sie0Kj0JOoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ydC92F-9eV0/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sie0Kj0JOoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ydC92F-9eV0/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343437576404023938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I'm glad I had an awesome time at RMUN today! Hahaha late start (for me, literally) but things picked up and yayeee, Pris is happy! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was crazy, and I must say, I didn't fall asleep, no matter what you guys think! I really didn't! But my efforts to watch Step Up were constantly thwarted by the directors walking around. Epic failures to throw note paper = HAHAHAHAHA. I really can't wait for more tomorrow, can't wait for what we'll see, what with dinner and dance and what not. RMUN ftw! &lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I get the feeling I've already lost you and I won't be able to get you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edit: ew i don't want you anymore you suck like shit and you are so gross don't talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7413620960682129897?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7413620960682129897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7413620960682129897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7413620960682129897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7413620960682129897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-what-you-get.html' title='that&apos;s what you get'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sie0Kj0JOoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ydC92F-9eV0/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-5753624591095586960</id><published>2009-06-03T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:25:54.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dreamt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SiZpq5w2scI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Dm6Ep_tbM5U/s1600-h/5d14b38dbf12a0ce.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SiZpq5w2scI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Dm6Ep_tbM5U/s320/5d14b38dbf12a0ce.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343074193702826434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dreamt, and thought, trying to make head and tail out of this big mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess maybe RMUN wasn't as stressful as I thought, but I guess I do want to do better than I did last year. If only I were more involved in the issue, hahaha. But I must say I do want to forge strong friendships as I did last year. Ah, developing a concerted response to maritime piracy, I'm really impressed by some of the delegates! Woah, thank God for the jokes thrown around, or I might just fall asleep. I want to do well this yearrrrr! Today was just the starting and I can't wait for how everything will turn out tomorrow and on D&amp;amp;D day! I love the fact that Deborah's around :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really looking forward to everything, I guess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's this huge mess I'm trying to run out of, but you're not making it easy. Everywhere I go, I turn around and see a print you've made. I can't run from you. We tried pulling it back, but I think you just don't want to. I want to, but you don't give me a chance. You've got a new group, but I don't, and you don't want me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5753624591095586960?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5753624591095586960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5753624591095586960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5753624591095586960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5753624591095586960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dreamt.html' title='i dreamt.'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SiZpq5w2scI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Dm6Ep_tbM5U/s72-c/5d14b38dbf12a0ce.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-8448901918178873362</id><published>2009-06-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:05:54.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exclusively yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SiZm7YSxXwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/pBlfr_ajIGw/s1600-h/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SiZm7YSxXwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/pBlfr_ajIGw/s320/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343071178241171202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exclusively exclusive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8448901918178873362?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8448901918178873362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8448901918178873362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8448901918178873362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8448901918178873362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/exclusively-yours.html' title='exclusively yours'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SiZm7YSxXwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/pBlfr_ajIGw/s72-c/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-1701082169474161976</id><published>2009-05-30T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:31:08.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When did I trade in my ideals for fairytales, and when did I trade in my heroes for ghosts? Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is who I am a reminding ghost to my old self, am I just here to haunt myself into oblivion, cause it would seem so blatant I'm the only one actually plaguing myself this way? I'm scared of who I've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause if I did mean anything, I wouldn't be in this position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So this is the end of you and me/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1701082169474161976?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1701082169474161976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1701082169474161976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1701082169474161976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1701082169474161976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/losing-myself.html' title='Losing myself'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-5357944429529167173</id><published>2009-05-19T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:14:53.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I don't know where it all went wrong, I have no idea as to what happened, but what lies in its stead is a huge gaping hole that just consumes and swallows me full. It meant so much to me, you meant so much, but to see everything just fall apart into fragments that hardly even exist anymore, I feel split into pieces, and I'm lost. What do I do now? 'Cause in your stead is just this emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has even come close to even filling your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry and i miss you so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5357944429529167173?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5357944429529167173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5357944429529167173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5357944429529167173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5357944429529167173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-im-sorry.html' title='cause i&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-5396412975718699217</id><published>2009-05-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:09:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I, I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I can say&lt;br /&gt;But words get in the way so&lt;br /&gt;We're not together&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5396412975718699217?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5396412975718699217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5396412975718699217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5396412975718699217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5396412975718699217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-i-will-remember-you-and-all-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-1330707156559409950</id><published>2009-05-05T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:21:30.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"[But] detachment doesn’t mean you don’t let theexperience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That’s how you are able to leave it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed i don't even have the energy to be irritated or affected anymore.&lt;br /&gt;hook me up/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1330707156559409950?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1330707156559409950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1330707156559409950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1330707156559409950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1330707156559409950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-detachment-doesnt-mean-you-dont-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-905557531001909823</id><published>2009-05-03T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:25:54.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theory of a deadman-</title><content type='html'>It's never enough to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough to say I care&lt;br /&gt;But I'm caught between what you wanted from me&lt;br /&gt;And knowing that if I give that to you I might just disappear&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wins when everyone's losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;br /&gt;And I, I can't change your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know it's like trying to turn away one way street&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;No, it's never enough to say I try&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That's theres no way out for you and me&lt;br /&gt;And it seems to be the story of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wins when everyone's losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;br /&gt;And I, I can't change your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know it's like trying to turn away one way street&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to turn this around&lt;br /&gt;You could building this up instead of tearing it down&lt;br /&gt;But I keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;br /&gt;And I, I can't change your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know it's like trying to turn away one way street&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;br /&gt;And I, baby I'm sorry to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-905557531001909823?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/905557531001909823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=905557531001909823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/905557531001909823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/905557531001909823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/theory-of-deadman.html' title='theory of a deadman-'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-5663699623600996672</id><published>2009-04-22T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:14:54.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause i said we're to remain positive and optimistic. it's terrifying staying at home and facing your demons by yourself. when there's no one else around, everything just starts closing in on you, your heart beats faster, you glance around furtively, afraid of what's around. i tried so hard, and come so far, but these fears still bring us over the edge, once, twice. you let slip every once in a while, cause you can't help it. how are we supposed to get out of this nightmare, a break to be met with crazy schedules after. is it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you just afraid of yourself? i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5663699623600996672?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5663699623600996672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5663699623600996672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5663699623600996672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5663699623600996672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-i-said-were-to-remain-positive.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-3231699239143700097</id><published>2009-04-21T12:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:00:08.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have we traded in our heroes for ghost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Se1KsBkZAqI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yOhVhcSk2zU/s1600-h/flash_by_tricki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326996054444933794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Se1KsBkZAqI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yOhVhcSk2zU/s320/flash_by_tricki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have we traded in our heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beds, pillows and tissue/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3231699239143700097?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3231699239143700097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3231699239143700097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3231699239143700097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3231699239143700097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-we-traded-in-our-heroes-for-ghost.html' title='have we traded in our heroes for ghost?'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Se1KsBkZAqI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yOhVhcSk2zU/s72-c/flash_by_tricki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-3073838333076233817</id><published>2009-04-18T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:40:30.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not anymore,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325946860088000978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SemQc4AnAdI/AAAAAAAAAww/kRmU6j3nugE/s320/290aa9e8a618bcacb589f282ef05b092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you asking me when you know I'm not okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going to make excuses anymore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3073838333076233817?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3073838333076233817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3073838333076233817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3073838333076233817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3073838333076233817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-anymore.html' title='not anymore,'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SemQc4AnAdI/AAAAAAAAAww/kRmU6j3nugE/s72-c/290aa9e8a618bcacb589f282ef05b092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-4797900439602928784</id><published>2009-04-17T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:36:50.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what've you got if you ain't got love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Seh-TxGsnLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_0ndYi5q3Xs/s1600-h/Playing_sun_by_vlad2902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325645437429652658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Seh-TxGsnLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_0ndYi5q3Xs/s320/Playing_sun_by_vlad2902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;What've you got if you ain't got love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The kind that you just want to give away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun set, she looked down, contemplating what she would miss when she left. A step forward, and everything would be forgotten. A step back, and she would be thrust back into the world wrought with pain and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It's okay to open up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Go ahead and let the light shine through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despondent, desperate and in despair, she grasped for a single straw of hope, attempting to reach out. She had never felt such angst and affliction, at no time had she felt thus backed against the wall, with no one to confide in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I know it's hard on a rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You wanna shut the world out and just be left alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You will never understand what I'm going through, just leave me alone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Echoing strains of what she thought reverberated around in the shell of her head. Her many thoughts seemed to big to contain in her head, and she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But don't run out on your faith;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snapshots of her life flashed by, reminding her of what she had. Poised on the edge of the day, poised on the edge of becoming someone else, she took that step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your past doesn't make you, your decisions do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4797900439602928784?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4797900439602928784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4797900439602928784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4797900439602928784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4797900439602928784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatve-you-got-if-you-aint-got-love.html' title='what&apos;ve you got if you ain&apos;t got love,'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Seh-TxGsnLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_0ndYi5q3Xs/s72-c/Playing_sun_by_vlad2902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-6615326666614319136</id><published>2009-04-15T18:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:02:03.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to write love on her arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeW6hgeR00I/AAAAAAAAAwg/qtF1YIHm9ew/s1600-h/To_Write_Love_On_Her_Arms_by_alexthakid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324867219250860866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeW6hgeR00I/AAAAAAAAAwg/qtF1YIHm9ew/s320/To_Write_Love_On_Her_Arms_by_alexthakid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not know it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But these are the moments that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna remember most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just &lt;em&gt;gotta keep going&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have to be lost to find ourselves."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I lose myself, or did you lose me? We endeavour to hang on to that tiniest thread of what we are, but once we slip up, and lose that resolve, we let go of that thread, and we lose ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How are we supposed to find ourselves, when we're so messed up? The turbulences crash all around us, but if we keep on going, we miss the intricacies of life, we miss out on the chance to take a whiff of the flowers, we can never retrieve the chance we let escape, we face desolation ultimately. If we lose ourselves on the way to finding ourselves, what can we say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We often glaze across what we already have, "ah it's no big deal", or "she'll be there haha", insignificance flickering in our eyes, but how often do we contemplate the truth- is she really going to be there the whole way, or is it really no big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked so hard, for this inadequacy and return? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are we supposed to escape this hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"The façade brandished out was a mask of what I wished I could feel, rather than that whirlwind of emotions I was undergoing, the confusing spiral of inadequacy and fear coupled with disappointment I inevitably was going to face if we lost [the match]. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6615326666614319136?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6615326666614319136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6615326666614319136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6615326666614319136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6615326666614319136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='to write love on her arms'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeW6hgeR00I/AAAAAAAAAwg/qtF1YIHm9ew/s72-c/To_Write_Love_On_Her_Arms_by_alexthakid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-4765282289788954443</id><published>2009-04-14T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:20:44.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i know how it feels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeSLoe6XcjI/AAAAAAAAAwY/gO7zFz2AOb4/s1600-h/2499390975_107bdb36f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324534187067666994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeSLoe6XcjI/AAAAAAAAAwY/gO7zFz2AOb4/s320/2499390975_107bdb36f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Cause I know how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to have your whole world come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love using words to express how I feel, but somehow I lost that flair for bringing out exactly how I feel through this very means. It's like I lost a friend, I lost a limb, I lost my vent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liars and hypocrites as all go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4765282289788954443?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4765282289788954443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4765282289788954443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4765282289788954443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4765282289788954443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-i-know-how-it-feels.html' title='cause i know how it feels'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeSLoe6XcjI/AAAAAAAAAwY/gO7zFz2AOb4/s72-c/2499390975_107bdb36f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-1687435180923486891</id><published>2009-04-13T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:03:31.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failed lit, babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeMoZMquE9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UNRiDCUu3_4/s1600-h/Literature_by_Heatherrrrific.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324143597844304850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeMoZMquE9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UNRiDCUu3_4/s320/Literature_by_Heatherrrrific.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were always what I was sure of, you had yet to fail me. You always came through, even when I thought everything was messed up, you just consistently held up for me, you never failed to ease the ache in my heart. You never failed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet I failed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angst I feel, I don't have the finnesse to flounder gracefully, I dropped with a resounding, jarring crash. You ceased to be an indulgence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1687435180923486891?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1687435180923486891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1687435180923486891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1687435180923486891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1687435180923486891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/failed-lit-babe.html' title='failed lit, babe.'/><author><name>Pris</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/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeMoZMquE9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UNRiDCUu3_4/s72-c/Literature_by_Heatherrrrific.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-802915642536496771</id><published>2009-04-11T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:48:52.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seasonal patterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeCBgvqIRGI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xX_2zx0WGbA/s1600-h/japanese_umbrella_by_ButterflyBlew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323397159100892258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeCBgvqIRGI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xX_2zx0WGbA/s320/japanese_umbrella_by_ButterflyBlew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasonal patterns, jaunty twirls, pretty prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain pelted with stunning regularity, the liberating fall of the rain watering flora and fauna, cleansing away the stains inflicted. Standing under the rain, arms outstretched, down it came, on and on, again and again, a repetitive cycle never ceasing. Completely drenched by the time the rain simmered down to a gradual stop, I wondered where were you, where were you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, I love love love you! You're always like a breath of fresh air, you never cease to crinkle your face into that smile whenever you see me, you always try to make it a point to understand how I'm feeling, and I know there are always more to you than just what's on the surface. You've been steady like a rock, and constant. We both love Strawberry Collon! IT'S THE BEST RIGHT, I KNOW, I TAUGHT YOU THE JOYS AND PLEASURES OF IT! Strawberry Collon ftw! Despite working hard and feeling like it has come to nought, we can always look at it from a different perspective- half-empty or on the way to being full. Love you lots, xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-802915642536496771?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/802915642536496771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=802915642536496771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/802915642536496771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/802915642536496771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/seasonal-patterns.html' title='seasonal patterns'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SeCBgvqIRGI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xX_2zx0WGbA/s72-c/japanese_umbrella_by_ButterflyBlew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-9090169312580022090</id><published>2009-04-10T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:40:24.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fading,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sd9YTmfNAcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LZVMgeXWt3o/s1600-h/departure_of_youth_II__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323070378347397570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sd9YTmfNAcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LZVMgeXWt3o/s320/departure_of_youth_II__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what you'll see when you tear me up and look inside?&lt;br /&gt;You'll see nothing but blood and gore, nothing worth a second glance, nothing worth mourning over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why you didn't pick her instead of me in the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;you should have. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of living in the past, you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we supposed to learn from past mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning now;&lt;br /&gt;although you mean the world to me,&lt;br /&gt;it's painfully obvious I don't mean what I once did,&lt;br /&gt;so it's over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never been glib, I've never tried to nurse a pain of this extent before, but I don't want to fight. But because I treasure you so, it's over. No rerun, no backturn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thnks fr th mmrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-9090169312580022090?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/9090169312580022090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=9090169312580022090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/9090169312580022090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/9090169312580022090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/fading.html' title='fading,'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sd9YTmfNAcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LZVMgeXWt3o/s72-c/departure_of_youth_II__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-8357585113939352800</id><published>2009-04-09T21:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:09:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resplendent glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sd4PAU1J-SI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vz7qIx9dEbM/s1600-h/daytimes_descent_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322708307864582434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sd4PAU1J-SI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vz7qIx9dEbM/s320/daytimes_descent_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Resplendent in all your glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panadol's brilliant, it cures you, it makes you feel good, but what happens when you're fine? It becomes useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8357585113939352800?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8357585113939352800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8357585113939352800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8357585113939352800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8357585113939352800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/resplendent-glory.html' title='resplendent glory'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sd4PAU1J-SI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vz7qIx9dEbM/s72-c/daytimes_descent_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-6468877831909244207</id><published>2009-04-07T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:00:06.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you find you, come back to me.</title><content type='html'>I'll let you go, I'll set you free,&lt;br /&gt;And when you've seen what you need to see,&lt;br /&gt;When you find you, come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you David Cook! Have I already said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes people all the more susceptible to pain is that, knowing if we don't feel it, we're dead. The silhouette of you is gradually ebbing away to nothingness. The feeling of you is creeping away, making me totally insensitive to you. The smell of you no longer invading my senses. Our memories slowly trickling away. Your embrace nothing more than a remembrance fading away. The looks that flit through your face no longer lingering. It's inexplicably leaving, illicitly changing to suit the patterns of the clouds on the sky. You used to affect me so much, till I realised you don't actually mean as much as I assumed. Statures I put in place painstakingly for you falling apart. It'll sting, it'll hurt, and I may even cry for a while, but spilt milk can never be taken back, resolute decisions the same. I thought I would fall apart without you, but I've come so far in leaps and bounds, you thought you'd see me fall, but I'm gonna stand so tall, and I won't forget the process it took me to come thus far. Whenever I remember, it'll be of me moving on, putting everything behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if it hurts, I know it'll just mean that I'm alive, and that I've a road I've to continue down on. It may rub your nipples raw, block up your entire pee hole, cease you from walking up and down the stairs like a normal person, and make you go insane, but it's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SYF TMR OMG OMG FAINT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay yes I've noticed that yes, maybe all the added stress is going to my head and making me ridiculously long-winded. But I'm thankful for the insights brought along, I suppose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//But seriously if you don't want me, you should tell me, and not leave me hanging. I love you so, but isn't it rather selfish to keep it for yourself, and keep me from moving on, or rather, from actually finding another group to set myself off on? If you've done so, you should just say so, because I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, and I want to move on, but you're making it hard. Let's break it off.&lt;br /&gt;I've deleted it. So we can start anew. &lt;u&gt;Honestly, I don't want you. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially you brought fun and laughter, but as we drew closer, you revealed a side of yourself which I thought was real, but now thinking back, it was all a lie. And I can't really be bothered to go figure out what's true and what's not, so let's leave it at that. We were close, then we drifted, and now taunts of the friendship we had previously haunt me all day long. The closer we get, the more pain we undergo. I openned a side that was vulnerable, to you, but what did you do. Disregard it, throw it to a side, and you can't even be bothered to acknowledge it after one sentence. Truthfully, I must say I expected more. Why do I have such high expectations, you may ask. Well, I don't. But you don't understand. I didn't tell anyone but you. And you flung it to the side, and focused on yourself instead. Is this what we get for openning up? Flashcheck: I don't trust you anymore. I told you that but since you don't actually listen to what I say, HAHA, let's throw away our inhibitions and go on stark crazes; showdown. 'Cause I told you I don't matter;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to disappear off the face of this earth, no one would even notice.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you needn't come back,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6468877831909244207?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6468877831909244207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6468877831909244207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6468877831909244207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6468877831909244207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-find-you-come-back-to-me_07.html' title='When you find you, come back to me.'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-4161512705088904935</id><published>2009-04-06T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:00:10.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you found me;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;Where the West was all but won&lt;br /&gt;All alone, smoking his last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Where've you been?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Ask anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the bottom has to be vividly captured in the memories of those who have experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand why Jodi Picoult's books have that wry feel to it, and why people are always so enraptured by her stories, myself included. Her books always, inevitably, have a death weaved in intricately along the lines and the pages. The books, oftentime in paperbacks, are a representative of life for us- it dies off. Whether or not the unwanted ending comes in the initial pages or at the last throes of the captivating read, death, ultimately, although a pain, is irrevocable. Unavoidable, ineluctable, death is an ending we all face, in a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that why, so oftentimes, many of us cry whilst reading her books? Because we ourselves identify with the tragedies unraveling, in different contexts, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It creeps up on you, you'll never know when it's gonna pounce and take away all that you've known your entire life. In Jodi Picoult books, when there's a death in the beginning, the survivors mourn, but by the end, the bereaved's family finds relief and the grieving stops, ending on a bittersweet note. All's well ends well? Just maybe. On the other hand, when the death happens on the last sentence of the last paragraph of the last page, contrary to when the death happens early, we're left empty and yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic how everyone wants a long life, but the consequences of that never fail to bring along sadness and umbrage for a longer time. If you died at 50, and touched 100 lives during that period, as opposed to dying at 20, and touching 25 lives instead, which age brings along more aches and stings, with the gripe of paroxysms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my honest opinion, I would like to die earlier in that book that's written about me. I would die earlier, spare myself the agony of looking down and seeing a group of my close family and friends in pain, or spare myself the affliction if no one even cries for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it would be preferable to not even be born at all. A far superior option as opposed to having toil through the perils of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4161512705088904935?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4161512705088904935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4161512705088904935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4161512705088904935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4161512705088904935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-found-me.html' title='you found me;'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-8648963215853654775</id><published>2009-04-04T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:53:57.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing.</title><content type='html'>The effective word would be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;When I think back to the times when we were Sec 1, and though everything was so screwed up at home, you could always cheer me up, you inevitably had that way to make me smile. Now when I think of what I've done, I'm honestly sorry, and if there were a way for me to retract my feelings, I would do that. No one could have beat the place you ursuped in my life just then, but you changed it. When the words left my lips, when the thought crossed my mind, undeniable regret came in tow, and that myriad of emotions brought along memories. Things I wish I could forget, but now I know how impossible that is. The fault was always mine. It just comes between, and I haven't been a stranger to that. God knows how many times. Some things just weren't meant to be, and upsetting the balance isn't going to change a thing. Laughter will take the place of what was meant to be, but it won't take away the blame and regret that will be around. Perpetually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//I miss you so fricking much, but I ___________________ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit 951pm - I stand corrected no use no change waste of time it's raging don't bother&lt;br /&gt;Daddy mummy i miss you so much why do you have to go for so long i wish you didn't have to be gone for so long can you please fly home now i miss you so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;homecoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8648963215853654775?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8648963215853654775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8648963215853654775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8648963215853654775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8648963215853654775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing.html' title='nothing.'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-1834346890644381830</id><published>2009-04-03T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:05:17.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it for you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SdYHrAWEYhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/eT50MwC7yKc/s1600-h/Pink_by_Wytske.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448445193150994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SdYHrAWEYhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/eT50MwC7yKc/s320/Pink_by_Wytske.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must be a damn good broom, cause you just swept me off my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dysphoric, disillusioned, embittered, excaberating, impasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause it's crashing down, in your avalanche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1834346890644381830?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1834346890644381830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1834346890644381830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1834346890644381830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1834346890644381830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-did-it-for-you.html' title='i did it for you,'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SdYHrAWEYhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/eT50MwC7yKc/s72-c/Pink_by_Wytske.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-9178515708287276824</id><published>2009-04-02T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:03:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you find you, come back to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SdS08e2zgBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0k0LyUJjNd0/s1600-h/pink_by_AmbientAvatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320076010999480338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SdS08e2zgBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0k0LyUJjNd0/s320/pink_by_AmbientAvatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simplicity, back to basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would mean, when I didn't need you.&lt;br /&gt;You haunt me, when I have no desire or wish whatsoever for you to invade these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this side of you, don't bother with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;/When you find you, come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-9178515708287276824?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/9178515708287276824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=9178515708287276824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/9178515708287276824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/9178515708287276824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-find-you-come-back-to-me.html' title='when you find you, come back to me'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SdS08e2zgBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0k0LyUJjNd0/s72-c/pink_by_AmbientAvatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7355455019850396596</id><published>2009-03-30T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:00:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect, you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScY_CCMQdwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wu5Tvx5zous/s1600-h/perfect.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316005714338019074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScY_CCMQdwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wu5Tvx5zous/s400/perfect.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(To you out there, you know who you are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7355455019850396596?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7355455019850396596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7355455019850396596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7355455019850396596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7355455019850396596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-you-are.html' title='Perfect, you are.'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScY_CCMQdwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wu5Tvx5zous/s72-c/perfect.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-3396744274351273768</id><published>2009-03-28T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:16:16.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so small</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sc2IJlXaEaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VfwKtlVRnmY/s1600-h/69437cf4d249e42d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318056433224913314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sc2IJlXaEaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VfwKtlVRnmY/s320/69437cf4d249e42d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;What you've been up there searching for forever is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;When you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes everything else seem so small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3396744274351273768?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3396744274351273768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3396744274351273768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3396744274351273768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3396744274351273768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-small.html' title='so small'/><author><name>Pris</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/_kV1UF6KP2PY/Sc2IJlXaEaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VfwKtlVRnmY/s72-c/69437cf4d249e42d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7631286435857087888</id><published>2009-03-25T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:26:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScoionC7aJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hOzxJ1__ji4/s1600-h/Inspire_by_glennprasetya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317100391135668370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScoionC7aJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hOzxJ1__ji4/s320/Inspire_by_glennprasetya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's because at times like thise, I feel so stressed and pressured, but I don't see you making a move to actually help relieve me, or make an effort to comfort me. I'm unable to move forward, and yet I see you playing and making a fool of yourself. I'm working so hard, so very hard, I'm pushing myself to the very end, I'm teetering on the brink of collapse and still you insist on stuff being done your way.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels like when you're at your wits end and you've no where else to run? No where to put your face, no one to to approach, no one to seek solace in? I'd love to confide in you, but you never gave me the chance, you're always otherwise occupied, I never seem important enough, and honestly, I'm rather tired of always acting on your whims and fanices, instead of actually going about the way I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Why are we like this, it's inane, it's insane, but we seem unable to change. I'm like a puppet in your ongoing calliope melody,&lt;br /&gt;but we're not in sync anymore, I can't dance on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The string broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7631286435857087888?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7631286435857087888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7631286435857087888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7631286435857087888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7631286435857087888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScoionC7aJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hOzxJ1__ji4/s72-c/Inspire_by_glennprasetya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-6151878886185200975</id><published>2009-03-22T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:18:29.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScZIqncU9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/8gS0JuSYyyQ/s1600-h/Colorful_inspiration_by_Lucy_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316016307136951730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScZIqncU9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/8gS0JuSYyyQ/s320/Colorful_inspiration_by_Lucy_art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Name&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As morning dawns and evening fades&lt;br /&gt;You inspire songs of praise&lt;br /&gt;That rise from earth to touch Your heart and glorify Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Name is a strong and mighty tower&lt;br /&gt;Your Name is a shelter like no other&lt;br /&gt;Your Name, let the nations sing it louder&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing has the power to save&lt;br /&gt;But Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, in Your Name we pray&lt;br /&gt;Come and fill our hearts today&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give us strength to live for You and glorify Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Name is a strong and mighty tower&lt;br /&gt;Your Name is a shelter like no other&lt;br /&gt;Your Name, let the nations sing it louder&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing has the power to save but Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Name is a strong and mighty tower&lt;br /&gt;Your Name is a shelter like no other&lt;br /&gt;Your Name, let the nations sing it louder&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing has the power to save but Your Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6151878886185200975?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6151878886185200975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6151878886185200975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6151878886185200975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6151878886185200975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect.html' title='your name'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ScZIqncU9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/8gS0JuSYyyQ/s72-c/Colorful_inspiration_by_Lucy_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-9179267994881534534</id><published>2009-03-10T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:35:11.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all my fault, because I broke you guys up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'll layoff, I won't go near her, I won't talk to her, I won't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything, I just want everything to be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't, I won't, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't either; -&lt;br /&gt;you miss her, and so you should go back to her.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't forgotten, she hasn't forgotten, and inevitably I haven't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to say when the best part of me was always you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-9179267994881534534?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/9179267994881534534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=9179267994881534534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/9179267994881534534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/9179267994881534534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-my-fault-because-i-broke-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-2894044879226338509</id><published>2009-02-24T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:37:57.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever it takes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaPqFOfx0gI/AAAAAAAAAug/VyzB3k3m754/s1600-h/LGIM0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306342161484206594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaPqFOfx0gI/AAAAAAAAAug/VyzB3k3m754/s320/LGIM0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaPo5h6GFFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/hTB33OxZifg/s1600-h/LGIM0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay we'll put them up one by one, and when Pris is happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it'll be like, mass uploading on Facebook! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I'm totally addicted and hooked onto David Cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He cooks up a storm and I feel like eating him!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY I'M REALLY EXCITED FOR MY BIRTHDAY ACTUALLY MAYBE NOT I'M JUST EXCITED OVERALL AND I FEEL LIKE JUMPING UP AND DOWN NON-STOP BUT BELIEVE ME THIS WILL BE GONE TOMORROW, I JUST NEED TO BE IN THE MOMENT AND LIVE IT OUT LOUD RIGHT NOW, IF NOT I MIGHT JUST DIE I HAVE NO IDEA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-2894044879226338509?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2894044879226338509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=2894044879226338509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2894044879226338509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2894044879226338509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever-it-takes.html' title='Whatever it takes,'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaPqFOfx0gI/AAAAAAAAAug/VyzB3k3m754/s72-c/LGIM0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-4479078464399245832</id><published>2009-02-22T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:48:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much loves, &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaEfM1RvHSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WzPkl8y3IBA/s1600-h/LGIM0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305556141339516194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaEfM1RvHSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WzPkl8y3IBA/s320/LGIM0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaEfMlLsvnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/F8RL8ju341A/s1600-h/LGIM0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305556137019227762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaEfMlLsvnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/F8RL8ju341A/s320/LGIM0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaEfMdttjOI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Q7xhi_2QzC8/s1600-h/LGIM0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305556135014403298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaEfMdttjOI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Q7xhi_2QzC8/s320/LGIM0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frolicking, studying and many exciting storiesssss! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all muchie muchieeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4479078464399245832?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4479078464399245832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4479078464399245832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4479078464399245832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4479078464399245832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/much-loves-3.html' title='much loves, &lt;3'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SaEfM1RvHSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WzPkl8y3IBA/s72-c/LGIM0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-5958749870212898706</id><published>2009-02-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:13:34.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disgusting</title><content type='html'>You shouldn't try so hard to sound so enigmatic or wtv, cause it just disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;In short,&lt;br /&gt;you, disgust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5958749870212898706?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5958749870212898706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5958749870212898706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5958749870212898706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5958749870212898706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/disgusting.html' title='disgusting'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-7639624463139822196</id><published>2009-02-16T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:40:00.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe</title><content type='html'>I can't breathe without you but I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurmountable mountains piling up, loss of control, fading into nothing, I can't continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7639624463139822196?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7639624463139822196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7639624463139822196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7639624463139822196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7639624463139822196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/breathe.html' title='breathe'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-5372775513668663693</id><published>2009-02-15T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:11:20.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a freshly baked cookie,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like a freshly baked cookie, V day's over. Hugs and kisses goodbye all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over it, over you, over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no taking back sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5372775513668663693?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5372775513668663693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5372775513668663693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5372775513668663693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5372775513668663693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-freshly-baked-cookie.html' title='Like a freshly baked cookie,'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-7283128478224500454</id><published>2009-02-13T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:49:24.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you give me a chance,</title><content type='html'>Did you give me a chance, did you ever try to wear your heart on your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up on you &lt;u&gt;completely&lt;/u&gt;, there's nothing left to miss or wtv. You don't mean to sound so desperate, you don't mean to steal, you don't mean to covet, you don't meant to hurt- but you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of wishing you didn't do it, when you already did, the pain's felt inside. What's the use of apologising when it's done out of a sense of obligation, what's the use of apologising, when you don't really want to, what's the use when you don't mean it, what's the use when you still doubt the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests are coming so soon, and I'm really unprepared, I have no idea how to do wtv, and I'm just really freaked out. What does a person with an IQ of minus regions do to prepare herself for the common tests, what does a person intellectually challenged have to do to do well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, a screw-up, a cock-up, I'm so messed up I can't even express how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna show you, she don't even know you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7283128478224500454?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7283128478224500454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7283128478224500454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7283128478224500454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7283128478224500454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-you-give-me-chance.html' title='Did you give me a chance,'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-168284750312650580</id><published>2009-02-05T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:15:44.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alison webcams horribly!</title><content type='html'>Alison looks like this when she's happy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299313178759894578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYrxQlWHljI/AAAAAAAAAto/E-Yeb_Az87g/s320/ALISON2.png" border="0" /&gt;And she looks like this too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299313181616502802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYrxQv_L-BI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XtPZGkBSb60/s320/ALISON1.png" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHAHAH SHE'S DOING HER OKTO SIGN&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYrxQyngJ1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/FYkLVCqIEPM/s1600-h/okto+ALISON.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299313182322468690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYrxQyngJ1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/FYkLVCqIEPM/s320/okto+ALISON.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS IS THE BEST PICTURE EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYrxQ6IOvHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/hRP57itv5VY/s1600-h/ALISON+ASS.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299313184338787442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYrxQ6IOvHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/hRP57itv5VY/s320/ALISON+ASS.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALISON SERIOUSLY ROCKS CAUSE WHEN I'M FEELING HORRID AND SICK AND EVERYTHING, SHE CAN TOTALLY MAKE ME LAUGH AND LMAO TILL I COUGH AND CHOKE AND NEARLY PUKE WTF HAAHAHAHHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-168284750312650580?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/168284750312650580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=168284750312650580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/168284750312650580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/168284750312650580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/alison-webcams-horribly.html' title='Alison webcams horribly!'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYrxQlWHljI/AAAAAAAAAto/E-Yeb_Az87g/s72-c/ALISON2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-6766480728570239935</id><published>2009-01-31T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:20:38.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hang up,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYQW2VXaxAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/PFe4HKcbP94/s1600-h/Pump_Girl__by_arktoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297384184398660610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYQW2VXaxAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/PFe4HKcbP94/s320/Pump_Girl__by_arktoi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Cause I can't get through to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in time, stuck on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been crazy, I can't stand it. Unstoppable torrent of tests, flooding, intoxicating every pore of my body. How are we going to continue on like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I need to know what made me unbeautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6766480728570239935?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6766480728570239935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6766480728570239935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6766480728570239935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6766480728570239935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-hang-up.html' title='Don&apos;t hang up,'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SYQW2VXaxAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/PFe4HKcbP94/s72-c/Pump_Girl__by_arktoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-28462100668049026</id><published>2009-01-27T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:17:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Reason,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SX8W4aValvI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Qu7-jVz6jE4/s1600-h/What__s_that_in_your_sky__by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295976845208622834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SX8W4aValvI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Qu7-jVz6jE4/s320/What__s_that_in_your_sky__by_vampire_zombie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey dear,&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why you're feeling this way, but I hope you cheer up, and feel better soon k! I've no idea what happened, but I hope you know that I'll be here for you to support you and be with you k ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken stupors, headsplitting hangovers, and inebriated crazeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-28462100668049026?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/28462100668049026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=28462100668049026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/28462100668049026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXrHfIeV48I/AAAAAAAAAtE/9ukIOaupVCo/s1600-h/Pris.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294763649592058818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXrHfIeV48I/AAAAAAAAAtE/9ukIOaupVCo/s320/Pris.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evil Nigelina thinks I look like that,&lt;br /&gt;and is going to show everyone that ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHEN I KNOW MY LIFE IS OVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6149595170523180815?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6149595170523180815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6149595170523180815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6149595170523180815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6149595170523180815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-is-over.html' title='My life is over.'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXrHfIeV48I/AAAAAAAAAtE/9ukIOaupVCo/s72-c/Pris.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-8683986306989193436</id><published>2009-01-23T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:43:48.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely September.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXnJMtdnHYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/dvodWLyLfks/s1600-h/La_fille_de_M_Charlos_by_ennil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294484057150135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXnJMtdnHYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/dvodWLyLfks/s320/La_fille_de_M_Charlos_by_ennil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wish and wish and wish.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much, I wish I could take back everything, but this mess is just terribly hard to get rid of ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world, do anything be anything?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8683986306989193436?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8683986306989193436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8683986306989193436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8683986306989193436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8683986306989193436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/lonely-september.html' title='A Lonely September.'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXnJMtdnHYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/dvodWLyLfks/s72-c/La_fille_de_M_Charlos_by_ennil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-4922864895207370347</id><published>2009-01-22T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:05:02.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outraged outbursts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Outraged outbursts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drove her up the wall/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mook says:&lt;br /&gt;and my name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angel mokpicassobeethovenphelpsspearsbanks tian shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGEL MOK PICASSOBEETHOVENPHELPSSPEARSBANKS TIAN SHI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU ARE THE BEST PERSON I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4922864895207370347?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4922864895207370347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4922864895207370347' title='0 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Insensitive insinuations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive me up the wall/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/12716348-6304599104131619382?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6304599104131619382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6304599104131619382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6304599104131619382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6304599104131619382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/insinuations.html' title='Insinuations'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-8137776596628625389</id><published>2009-01-19T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:27:50.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXRu-bHWPgI/AAAAAAAAAs0/r7IDFpQZamo/s1600-h/Falling_Stars_by_numbpurplehaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292977480776695298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXRu-bHWPgI/AAAAAAAAAs0/r7IDFpQZamo/s320/Falling_Stars_by_numbpurplehaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm learning to fall,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;When I'm going down don't worry 'bout me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try this at home&lt;br /&gt;Pretend you don't see&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know that&lt;br /&gt;you know it should have been me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolation, insolent in it's own right.&lt;br /&gt;Checkered pantsuits, flowered blouses and incredible gasps. She moves through the multitudes, thousands part for her. The bustling crowd ceases to commotionize. We gape, amazed at her flamboyance and distinct lack of coordination. A picture gone wrong, an abrupt splash over monotony and mutinised order. Zip and dash, salt and pepper, surprise over shock, she stands out like a sore thumb. What went so wrong, what couldn't be carried out properly. A real thing, I know it by the feeling, the moment when we mean it, will play out like a scene straight off the screen. Nobody wants to be the last one there, everyone wants to feel like someone cares. Turning into dust, playing house in the root winds of us. Running back to the fire, when there's nothing left to say is like chasing the very last train whe it's too late. Too late, too much, too heartbreaking. Time drips like a leaky faucet, never ceasing, never hesitating, never pausing. It just trickles down, before finally flooding us. We can't run, we can't hide, we can only dread the debauchery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice, omg I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;hehhe you're so fun to gossip and bitch with! :O&lt;br /&gt;I particularly loved gossiping about ____ today! Omg fun fun fun &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I will go fishing with you, since you enjoy it so much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catfights with dog people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8137776596628625389?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8137776596628625389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8137776596628625389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8137776596628625389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8137776596628625389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/learning-to-fall.html' title='Learning to fall.'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXRu-bHWPgI/AAAAAAAAAs0/r7IDFpQZamo/s72-c/Falling_Stars_by_numbpurplehaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-3767785973661074691</id><published>2009-01-16T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:33:55.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hates, misses, hates, misses &lt;/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXCGHcGs5gI/AAAAAAAAAss/EJ6MxKOQptc/s1600-h/That__s_what_girls_do__by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291877024521840130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXCGHcGs5gI/AAAAAAAAAss/EJ6MxKOQptc/s320/That__s_what_girls_do__by_vampire_zombie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pulled taut like a string, we're strained, we're running away, we're leaving... &lt;br /&gt;we broke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can’t play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can’t feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don’t want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can’t tell you something that ain’t real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was poetry in motion, it was a picture out of a book.&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you anymore, I don't even want to see you, I want you to evacuate out of my life asap. You're worth nothing, I wasted too much time and energy on you only to be repaid this way. What I feel for you falls short of nothing of hate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;I can’t like it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... you lied.&lt;br /&gt;No more love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3767785973661074691?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3767785973661074691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3767785973661074691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3767785973661074691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3767785973661074691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pulled-taut-like-string-were-strained.html' title='Hates, misses, hates, misses &lt;/3'/><author><name>Pris</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/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SXCGHcGs5gI/AAAAAAAAAss/EJ6MxKOQptc/s72-c/That__s_what_girls_do__by_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-1420227058078110701</id><published>2009-01-15T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:06:48.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, wow.</title><content type='html'>Try to give, but it's not enough, to make it all okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, really ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1420227058078110701?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1420227058078110701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1420227058078110701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1420227058078110701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1420227058078110701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-wow.html' title='Wow, wow.'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-4337741939087707017</id><published>2009-01-13T10:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:59:32.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heya Beautifulllllll (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWwCSeyJJEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/F5VP3-125Ic/s1600-h/LGIM0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290606178777769026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWwCSeyJJEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/F5VP3-125Ic/s320/LGIM0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heya beautifulllllllllllll :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love you, and I'm estatic about your results, it's great, and no matter how well others may have done, you still made improvement so overall it's a wonderful thing! Kudos yes! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you go about choosing which poly or JC you're planning to continue your studies in, heh, I'm supporting you! Afterall, that's what sisters are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I may not voice out that you are important to me, you really are. You help me in Math, you offer your help sometimes when I don't even need it. You're always there to listen to my complaints, we can go crazy together, and yay I love you &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG YAY LOVE TODAY IT'S A HOLIDAY WE CAN ALL GO CRAZY AND BE HAPPY YAY YAY YAY HAHAHAH STUDYING IN THE AFTERNOON LATER SEE YOUUUUUU BABES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stress, gorging, and much deserved rests &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4337741939087707017?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4337741939087707017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4337741939087707017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4337741939087707017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4337741939087707017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/heya-beautifulllllll.html' title='Heya Beautifulllllll (:'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWwCSeyJJEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/F5VP3-125Ic/s72-c/LGIM0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-8033074822961254141</id><published>2009-01-12T20:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:00:18.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flair, i dont have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWs6elKuUfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kLj-qP3KZF0/s1600-h/Asian_Urban_Flair_by_Hideyoshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290386484324356594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWs6elKuUfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kLj-qP3KZF0/s320/Asian_Urban_Flair_by_Hideyoshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I could turn back time, I would turn back one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would do better in my studies, I would concentrate on what I could do, I wouldn't try to over-acheive, I would treasure my friends, I would aim for the best, and only the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I guess I need my life to change."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I need to change my life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The simple sentence structure carrying so much meaning to some, and yet to others, nothing at all. Do you plan on waiting for your life to change for you, or are you going to make a conscious effort to change it? Is this debacle of rut going to control your life, or do you treat this as an infinitely vicious cycle that never runs dry? If you hurt, is that going to happen indefinitely, or will you throw in the towel only when you've had enough? Will these crimson stains be enough to bring you back, will the anguish on their faces throw you off course and haul you back in? Break this hierarchy, trounce these traditions, collapse under the enslaught of emotions. The line's becoming blurred, the thin line of right and wrong, we can't see where we're headed, we couldn't simply throw heed to the wind. Best of both worlds, I tried, you wouldn't. If you lock me out, this routine of insane repetitions will never cease. I can't try too hard with you. I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I failed, I know I can't do it. You can condemn me for it, but I won't become smarter overnight. I'll work hard, put in my best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8033074822961254141?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8033074822961254141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8033074822961254141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8033074822961254141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8033074822961254141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/flair-i-dont-have.html' title='Flair, i dont have.'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWs6elKuUfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kLj-qP3KZF0/s72-c/Asian_Urban_Flair_by_Hideyoshi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-103528876418415572</id><published>2009-01-07T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:43:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straightfaced.</title><content type='html'>This straightfaced, straightjacket feeling. We're not gonna move, we're not gonna change, we're gonna stay this way, we'll stay suffering in pain. You don't want it, I don't want it, the change, the pain, indescriable, inexplicable, cutting through, searing through.&lt;br /&gt;We've never been better, we'll never be better, we're staying this way.&lt;br /&gt;How we feel so numb we don't even flinch when something hits us, how we block out the rest till we can't feel, how we go through so much we think we won't feel anymore pain till something whacks us straight in the face. That's when we know we've lost it all.&lt;br /&gt;Insurmountable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-103528876418415572?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/103528876418415572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=103528876418415572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/103528876418415572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/103528876418415572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/straightfaced.html' title='Straightfaced.'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-8880748197556741058</id><published>2009-01-05T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:10:01.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends go shopping together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWIBqQALJFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/B7bTF2CmqsU/s1600-h/2434281269_2cde030195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287790737848214610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWIBqQALJFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/B7bTF2CmqsU/s320/2434281269_2cde030195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best friends go shopping together right after a fight :)&lt;br /&gt;And just because I promised Clarice I wouldn't talk bad about her (cause I'm not bitchy from head to toe, despite her protests), I declare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLARICE I LOVE GOING HOME WITH YOU LET'S BE BEST FRIENDS AND GO HOME TOGETHER EVERYDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I am tall, not 120cm k. I do not laugh at everything, I do not have a weird laugh, and I WANT TO BE YOUR BESTFRIEND HAHAHA, I swear I'll be better than Xinyi cause I am shorter, fatter, stupider and everything. Perfect for youuuu! HAHAHAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erased, deleted. You were just an errata in my life. Which is striving for perfection (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8880748197556741058?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8880748197556741058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8880748197556741058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8880748197556741058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8880748197556741058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-friends-go-shopping-together.html' title='best friends go shopping together'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SWIBqQALJFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/B7bTF2CmqsU/s72-c/2434281269_2cde030195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-3112819778323941041</id><published>2009-01-03T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:48:29.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginnings, New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SV7euIcSLvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/19p9IM1Tev0/s1600-h/New_Colors_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286907896701005554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SV7euIcSLvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/19p9IM1Tev0/s320/New_Colors_by_complejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New year = wow.&lt;br /&gt;New beginning = scary.&lt;br /&gt;New friends = interesting.&lt;br /&gt;New year seems to be a time for the new, and getting rid of the old. It's gonna happen alright (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB Camp was fun, haha, cause of TP gang yayyyyyy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun together, I'll never forget it! Now Orientation's just coming along, we'll do another brilliant job unitedly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't tell you something that aint real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3112819778323941041?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3112819778323941041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3112819778323941041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3112819778323941041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3112819778323941041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-beginnings-new-friends.html' title='New Year, New Beginnings, New Friends'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SV7euIcSLvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/19p9IM1Tev0/s72-c/New_Colors_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-6842289268879017003</id><published>2008-12-28T09:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:09:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised Post to Bindhu (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SVbePDn_cAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/TIGEUdicaWU/s1600-h/LGIM0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284655563018301442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SVbePDn_cAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/TIGEUdicaWU/s320/LGIM0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SVbdYlfkRbI/AAAAAAAAAr4/fMpvXsWoCWQ/s1600-h/LGIM0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bindhu, my deaaaaaaar (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, swear, cross my heart and hope to die (!!), enjoyed talking and spending lots of time with you these few days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never fail to cheer me up, to make me smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or laugh with your outrageous comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm envious, positively green with envy, at your expansive vocabulary and innuendo witticisms!&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm always decked out in green ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're one of the few friends that I can say truly cares about me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for who I am, and not who I can be, or who I'm with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gundasami (omg) you even listen to me when I'm vomiting profanities, ranting on about my father and the ridiculous, absurd things he has banned me from or is restricting me from doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you muchie much &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dad must be a theif, cause he stole the stars and put them in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg prefect camp today, ending on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;Miss me, miss me, miss me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotlights and catfights, &lt;br /&gt;just as I promised&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6842289268879017003?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6842289268879017003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6842289268879017003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6842289268879017003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6842289268879017003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/promised-post-to-bindhu.html' title='Promised Post to Bindhu (:'/><author><name>Pris</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/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SVbePDn_cAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/TIGEUdicaWU/s72-c/LGIM0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-5820256434151527007</id><published>2008-12-27T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:41:14.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vera Wang Princess &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SVWo5m4cL8I/AAAAAAAAArw/d7T0nklrWuY/s1600-h/vera+wang+princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284315445432430530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SVWo5m4cL8I/AAAAAAAAArw/d7T0nklrWuY/s320/vera+wang+princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know what I want already, so if you haven't gotten me my Christmas present, or you're already planning for my birthday (which is in 2 months btw), here's a list of what I want (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;badly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In order of how badly I want it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Vera Wang Princess&lt;br /&gt;#2 DKNY Be Delicious (I want the Pink one!)&lt;br /&gt;#3 Lancome Magnifique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will update this list another day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE CLARICE MOK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE IS GONNA BE MY FAVOURITE CLASSMATE NEXT YEAR CAUSE SHE IS GONNA LET ME COPY ALL HER HOMEWORK YAY I LOVE CLARICE MOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5820256434151527007?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5820256434151527007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5820256434151527007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5820256434151527007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and a Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg let me tell you how I want to scream profanities now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-9062435694894146002?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/9062435694894146002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=9062435694894146002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/9062435694894146002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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BADLY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta be somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4952309962179767153?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4952309962179767153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4952309962179767153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4952309962179767153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4952309962179767153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Gotta Be Somebody'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-4471706600334125358</id><published>2008-12-21T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:54:18.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>Stop lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed yesterday, thanks much&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4471706600334125358?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4471706600334125358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4471706600334125358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4471706600334125358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4471706600334125358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-3366465026253673319</id><published>2008-12-17T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:19:39.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY I MISSED YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOY OMG YOU'RE FINALLY BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3366465026253673319?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3366465026253673319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3366465026253673319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3366465026253673319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3366465026253673319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy-i-missed-you.html' title='JOY I MISSED YOU'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-7188672297549137249</id><published>2008-12-16T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:53:46.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall from Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SUfAz3DERUI/AAAAAAAAAro/Ja-cuQixRP8/s1600-h/grace________by_light_from_Emirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401085297870146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SUfAz3DERUI/AAAAAAAAAro/Ja-cuQixRP8/s320/grace________by_light_from_Emirates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know I don't like you that much anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7188672297549137249?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7188672297549137249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7188672297549137249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7188672297549137249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7188672297549137249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall-from-grace.html' title='Fall from Grace'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SUfAz3DERUI/AAAAAAAAAro/Ja-cuQixRP8/s72-c/grace________by_light_from_Emirates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-1695023984731462960</id><published>2008-12-15T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:31:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you don't even trust me, I don't want to trust you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1695023984731462960?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1695023984731462960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1695023984731462960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1695023984731462960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1695023984731462960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-dont-even-trust-me-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-2615893877811085566</id><published>2008-12-15T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:30:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buh-bye</title><content type='html'>We're burning bridges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-2615893877811085566?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2615893877811085566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=2615893877811085566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2615893877811085566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2615893877811085566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/buh-bye.html' title='buh-bye'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-5223626776136684841</id><published>2008-12-11T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:53:50.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggression.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SUEZbfFNkII/AAAAAAAAArg/9-THHriklC4/s1600-h/Yummy_Raspberries_by_HannahHavoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528198245453954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SUEZbfFNkII/AAAAAAAAArg/9-THHriklC4/s320/Yummy_Raspberries_by_HannahHavoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;It's the season to be jolly, falalala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever Shabbna tells me about her going for carolling practice, I feel like breaking into song and singing some silly Christmas song. Well, it certainly is the season! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While many things may fade into oblivion, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there'll always be some that never age, never leave, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or turn yellow with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aroma wafting luring me into the Garden of Eden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;temptation's taunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll run, we'll run alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5223626776136684841?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5223626776136684841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5223626776136684841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5223626776136684841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5223626776136684841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/aggression.html' title='Aggression.'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SUEZbfFNkII/AAAAAAAAArg/9-THHriklC4/s72-c/Yummy_Raspberries_by_HannahHavoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-1593245009129632359</id><published>2008-12-10T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:25:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time coming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ST-vd4_UuwI/AAAAAAAAArY/J1sbXQgUXwE/s1600-h/143988_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278130216350563074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ST-vd4_UuwI/AAAAAAAAArY/J1sbXQgUXwE/s320/143988_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a long time coming; I'm finally here on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Lies, backstabbing, double entredes- I'm sick and tired of it all. When I look at you, I feel inconsolable grieve. I'm grieving over a friend lost, a friend missing, a friend I really wish to see again. Though you're there, I know the previous you- a you that was unselfish, will never resurface. We can always hope for the best, pray for the better, but the bottomline comes down to it, I'm not going to try anymore. I'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;Immense pity to those that move around in circles with you. You come to me with your ramblings, your lies. Spare yourself the effort, take a breath, think of what you've done. Your facade has been seen through. I'll never trust you the way I did anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if I could, I would change what I did, I wouldn't have treated you that way, but the truth remains resolute, unshaking and never wavering. You were the one who did it, the one who pushed me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never ever go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit I just feel like absolute shit, no idea why. Disregard this. It doesn't mean a thing to you. Doesn't involve you, does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1593245009129632359?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1593245009129632359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1593245009129632359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1593245009129632359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1593245009129632359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-long-time-coming.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time coming.'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/ST-vd4_UuwI/AAAAAAAAArY/J1sbXQgUXwE/s72-c/143988_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-8260054050609990472</id><published>2008-12-10T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:46:26.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaaack (:</title><content type='html'>Rumor has it, so yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my 5day long trip to Malaysia, which was eventful to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself this time, although I do think that this time with everything so topsy-turvy again, how I could even plunge myself back into this vapid thing.&lt;br /&gt;A waste of time, shouldn't have even tried. Opposites attract, they say, and it's proving to be supremely real. I'm tired of this tirade, give it up and just tell me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were a boyyyyyyyy, beyonce would totally marry me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8260054050609990472?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8260054050609990472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8260054050609990472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8260054050609990472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8260054050609990472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/baaaaack.html' title='Baaaaack (:'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-1645573664884558609</id><published>2008-12-03T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:12:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STYwnJ60bYI/AAAAAAAAArA/J3P8IVaRKBg/s1600-h/2280259886_08eb1bb237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275457462746770818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STYwnJ60bYI/AAAAAAAAArA/J3P8IVaRKBg/s320/2280259886_08eb1bb237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have a Bandaid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can't help it, I love Blair! (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, this is insanity.&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me a day to turn back, I wouldn't ever turn it back.&lt;br /&gt;Despite you flaring up and everything, I wouldn't have done anything differently.&lt;br /&gt;Simple, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Myriad of emotions overwhelming, we'll go with the one that surfaces the most-&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for Malaysia soon, don't miss me,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas' coming, be sure to get presents &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1645573664884558609?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1645573664884558609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1645573664884558609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1645573664884558609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1645573664884558609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STYwnJ60bYI/AAAAAAAAArA/J3P8IVaRKBg/s72-c/2280259886_08eb1bb237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-4971340793335489007</id><published>2008-12-02T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:44:30.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GossipGirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STTYhiOma5I/AAAAAAAAAqw/u32_eJNKUoI/s1600-h/love_by_laurapora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275079134193019794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STTYhiOma5I/AAAAAAAAAqw/u32_eJNKUoI/s320/love_by_laurapora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I were a stop light, I'd turn red everytime you passed by,&lt;br /&gt;just so I could stare at you a bit longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha I'll be off to Malaysia tomorrow, aww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bbq tonight, excited k! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything crowding in, we need to take a breather, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't rely on you, you've never been truly there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what the heck, let's just make the best of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios to you and have a safe trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You'llneedit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-4971340793335489007?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4971340793335489007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=4971340793335489007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4971340793335489007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/4971340793335489007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/gossipgirl.html' title='GossipGirl'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STTYhiOma5I/AAAAAAAAAqw/u32_eJNKUoI/s72-c/love_by_laurapora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7200726841101763220</id><published>2008-11-29T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:56:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower quickly fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STE6jxJmJ2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nFv0aHLZ5rU/s1600-h/good_bye_by_hypertech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274061024790980450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STE6jxJmJ2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nFv0aHLZ5rU/s320/good_bye_by_hypertech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;a wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;a vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's moving at a snail's pace, I really can't help but think why.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of biasness, I'm tired of being stuck behind while everyone's racing to the front.&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of fighting, I can't help but let go.&lt;br /&gt;It's become painfully blatant how much you've changed and what you crave now,&lt;br /&gt;a far cry from the down-to-earth, old you.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a stick in the mud, whatever,&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps others will see why I pine for what we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;Superficiality consumes one, and never lets go.&lt;br /&gt;When are we going to get past this stage, someone tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, cross my heart and hope to die,&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever blog again until I do your quizzes, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia come back soon ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7200726841101763220?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7200726841101763220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7200726841101763220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7200726841101763220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7200726841101763220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/flower-quickly-fading.html' title='Flower quickly fading'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/STE6jxJmJ2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nFv0aHLZ5rU/s72-c/good_bye_by_hypertech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-2124892198636139681</id><published>2008-11-26T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:54:57.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in fairies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SS1iV0S9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/cZBpN_apbP4/s1600-h/Little_Flowers__by_Nirelleth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272978865675649954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SS1iV0S9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/cZBpN_apbP4/s320/Little_Flowers__by_Nirelleth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I could say everything was calming down to a fullstop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I guess sometimes it's just really hard to finalise everything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just leave it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When things do end, it hurts to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With everything just crowding in and insults hurled in my face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps it's time for me to take a step back and think if I made the right friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the right choices, the right moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause when everything seems so wrong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how was it ever perfect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food for thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, so now I need my fairy to come and whisk me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-2124892198636139681?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2124892198636139681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=2124892198636139681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2124892198636139681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2124892198636139681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe-in-fairies.html' title='I believe in fairies.'/><author><name>Pris</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/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SS1iV0S9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/cZBpN_apbP4/s72-c/Little_Flowers__by_Nirelleth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-8248398200152000751</id><published>2008-11-18T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:05:09.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SSK827EIt_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/aZjZ5GvVoTQ/s1600-h/3036676714_d43639191e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269982165730899954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SSK827EIt_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/aZjZ5GvVoTQ/s320/3036676714_d43639191e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swear, I've gotten hooked back on &lt;strong&gt;GossipGirl&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm helpless to do anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anndrea got me addicted back on it, and I must declare my love for Blair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blair is so pretty, hot, sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GossipGirl is the awesomest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaaahh I love you, Blair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-8248398200152000751?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8248398200152000751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=8248398200152000751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8248398200152000751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/8248398200152000751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/gossip-girl-3.html' title='Gossip Girl &lt;3'/><author><name>Pris</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/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SSK827EIt_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/aZjZ5GvVoTQ/s72-c/3036676714_d43639191e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7756597439550681982</id><published>2008-11-16T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:17:25.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>void, open, empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SR-Pw7_w0LI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dva7Qsg-G4c/s1600-h/psychedelic_sunglasses_by_Trisha_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269088159948394674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SR-Pw7_w0LI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dva7Qsg-G4c/s320/psychedelic_sunglasses_by_Trisha_T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You filled my life, you brought colour in.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the world in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;But now I guess it's time to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;because we never once had anything.&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid, insecure, troublesome, whiny, silly, cynical, critical, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;If I could flush you out of my system with burps,&lt;br /&gt;you would have gone long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;No more lies, no more promises.&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be looking at the world with a new pair of sunglasses, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say goodbye, it'll be forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7756597439550681982?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7756597439550681982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7756597439550681982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7756597439550681982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7756597439550681982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/void-open-empty.html' title='void, open, empty.'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SR-Pw7_w0LI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dva7Qsg-G4c/s72-c/psychedelic_sunglasses_by_Trisha_T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-6105073194602664444</id><published>2008-11-14T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:35:49.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanna Be With Youuuuu &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SR10yqZYNfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FLAevM1Uxzc/s1600-h/2662335073_0ac3d85050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268495552816362994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SR10yqZYNfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FLAevM1Uxzc/s320/2662335073_0ac3d85050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're on my mind, you're in my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it doesn't matter where we are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;even if we're miles aparttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No matter where life takes us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nothing can break us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanna be with youuu &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6105073194602664444?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6105073194602664444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6105073194602664444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6105073194602664444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6105073194602664444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-wanna-be-with-youuuuu-3.html' title='Just Wanna Be With Youuuuu &lt;3'/><author><name>Pris</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SR10yqZYNfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FLAevM1Uxzc/s72-c/2662335073_0ac3d85050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-3271864860866688656</id><published>2008-11-13T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:14:14.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking to ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRxBdw813LI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ixSPpaiqR_E/s1600-h/Dare_you_to_move___by_Lozza1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268157643728739506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRxBdw813LI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ixSPpaiqR_E/s320/Dare_you_to_move___by_Lozza1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't care about you so much, I wouldn't feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like now there's someone right smack in the middle between us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this person isn't someone I even know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel exactly like a beggar trying to get some scrap of your leftover attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry about you, how could I not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if I regret getting myself in so deep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I know that I definitely wouldn't be able to leave this rut now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could get out of this rut with you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but everything's changing, and I'm still left back in time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuck behind, unable to move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've changed in ways I wouldn't dare even try to fathom, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I look back to the times we shared, the times we actually had our heart to heart talks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but develop a sense of nostalgia for the way you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you cared about me, and sincerely wanted the best for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when I look into your eyes, I'm wondering if you really mean it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or if you're just trying to placate me, to get on with whatever you have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hardly even know anything about you; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just someone you offload on when you're upset or when there's something big/exciting to talk about, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've drifted too far apart to be on the same wavelength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe we were never on the same wavelength, and everything was just my wishful thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I really do think everything we have/had was all in name, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we never really had anything substantial to hold on to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we could move on, I would certainly try to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no idea what I'm looking to, or what I'm even trying to say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I guess I just miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-3271864860866688656?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3271864860866688656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=3271864860866688656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3271864860866688656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/3271864860866688656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-to.html' title='Looking to ... ?'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRxBdw813LI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ixSPpaiqR_E/s72-c/Dare_you_to_move___by_Lozza1410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7833671535141019840</id><published>2008-11-12T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:50:49.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Just What You Areeeee;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRrZVLcGSdI/AAAAAAAAApw/N7HMuPvtpvI/s1600-h/happy_birthday_by_super_glue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267761672034339282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRrZVLcGSdI/AAAAAAAAApw/N7HMuPvtpvI/s320/happy_birthday_by_super_glue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe I'm in love with Womanizerrrrr, but&lt;br /&gt;that's just what you areee ah ah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've this inane urge to scrub the walls of my kitchen toilet,&lt;br /&gt;and hum along tunelessly to all the songs I'm listening to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not looking forward to all the camps I'll be going to. I really hope they won't be a complete waste of time, spent in the company of trying people (I don't mean this, of course). If I could, I wouldn't go for band camp! Who wants to stand in the sun and get an uneven tan all over?! Besides, Pris is a very very very lazy person, she won't want to wake up at all, and she'll keep having to do punishments ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yada yada, enough about lazy pris.&lt;br /&gt;SYLVIA YOU CHEER UP NOW I INSIST!!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY SO YOU MUST BE A HAPPY BABY!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NO NEED TO BE HAPPY YOU CAN BE SAD ALL YOU WANT NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;No lah, cheer up alright (;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday dear! Love youuuu &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7833671535141019840?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7833671535141019840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7833671535141019840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7833671535141019840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7833671535141019840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-just-what-you-areeeee.html' title='That&apos;s Just What You Areeeee;'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRrZVLcGSdI/AAAAAAAAApw/N7HMuPvtpvI/s72-c/happy_birthday_by_super_glue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-7565835902878857090</id><published>2008-11-11T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:59:59.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyway Avenueeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRl7RnN_OTI/AAAAAAAAApo/R5xcMssqhg0/s1600-h/84458_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267376781702150450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRl7RnN_OTI/AAAAAAAAApo/R5xcMssqhg0/s320/84458_f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;SENTOSA SATURDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;㋡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're freee, come and join us for fun in the sunnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Free and easy, drop me a line if you're gonna come/ wanna come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I promise not to scare you off with my farts and burps :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come please comeeeeeeeeeee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We the Kings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the absolute &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I give them all my thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I saw two people worthy of MFI again today. When will I ever be able to escape this insanity? I have no idea why I always get so irritated in the company of these MFI-wannabes, they just make me want to throw something "accidentally" hit their head, and go, "Omg, I'm sorry, that was your head, isn't it?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hypocritical, yes. But how else will I exact my revenge on these hypocrites. Ahhh I feel so mean, so I shan't, and I will just think about We the Kings! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you jump, I will jump too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-7565835902878857090?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7565835902878857090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=7565835902878857090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7565835902878857090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/7565835902878857090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/skyway-avenueeeeeee.html' title='Skyway Avenueeeeeee!'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRl7RnN_OTI/AAAAAAAAApo/R5xcMssqhg0/s72-c/84458_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-6043182196806966505</id><published>2008-11-10T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:40:20.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you see me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRhE3ijCZCI/AAAAAAAAApg/gfTc07ki0JM/s1600-h/jelly_by_TheVampireDred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267035485167051810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRhE3ijCZCI/AAAAAAAAApg/gfTc07ki0JM/s320/jelly_by_TheVampireDred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Law of Inertia's encumbering me, keeping my butt rooted to anything that's solid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh woebegone! I had a &lt;em&gt;tres brilliant&lt;/em&gt; day! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so maybe it started off horridly, but things turned round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love going out with Su-May! She is the funniest, and cutest person to watch movies with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried out The Coffin, which was really just too freaky to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we sneaked out, and begged the man to let us into High School Musical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I LOVE HSM 3!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I must chilllllllllll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuation another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-6043182196806966505?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6043182196806966505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=6043182196806966505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6043182196806966505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/6043182196806966505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-you-see-me.html' title='Now you see me,'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRhE3ijCZCI/AAAAAAAAApg/gfTc07ki0JM/s72-c/jelly_by_TheVampireDred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-2752164673316539620</id><published>2008-11-08T21:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:19:47.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It keeps on turning,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRWbzOBfPBI/AAAAAAAAApQ/E0fj7RPkpk0/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg+13-28-25-711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266286643519634450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRWbzOBfPBI/AAAAAAAAApQ/E0fj7RPkpk0/s320/Photo+12.jpg+13-28-25-711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRWbyxww3BI/AAAAAAAAApI/A1W5Qve-Ono/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg+13-28-25-711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266286635933293586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRWbyxww3BI/AAAAAAAAApI/A1W5Qve-Ono/s320/Photo+11.jpg+13-28-25-711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CLARA YOU FAKE OBAMA FAN SEE MUST HIDE YOUR FACE SOMEMORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266290219588650562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRWfDX6yBkI/AAAAAAAAApY/unWxpNlwF3s/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRWbyk661xI/AAAAAAAAApA/OU1IDWMVeFU/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg+13-28-25-710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266286632486229778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRWbyk661xI/AAAAAAAAApA/OU1IDWMVeFU/s320/Photo+10.jpg+13-28-25-710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Duh, I'm a total advocate for Obama :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you mean when you say things have come to an end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a total lie, because there will always be continuations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I always feel this way on Saturdays- tired, demoralised and spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do I go to church on Sundays? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To recharge the empty battery, to catch up with my friends, to eye some guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so tired of dancing to your tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want my own originality, I don't want to be pulled along by you all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The promises you make, they're all just empty promises, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just something to placate me, an empty shell to make me happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once you're done with me, I'm just strewn casually to the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confided in you, told you stuff which I now regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have willingly gotten the stars in the sky for you a few weeks back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but now it's so blatantly clear you're not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not going to repeat this anymore, I'm tired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the world will continue without you, it'll keep on turning without you in my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the insignificance of a person crystal clear now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't want you anymore, I give up on what we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll hone your skill, and I'll become as impenetrable as a diamond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White Horses report another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please tune in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ifyoumeanit,i'llbelieveit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ifyoutextit,i'lldeleteit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-2752164673316539620?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2752164673316539620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=2752164673316539620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2752164673316539620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2752164673316539620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-keeps-on-turning.html' title='It keeps on turning,'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SRWbzOBfPBI/AAAAAAAAApQ/E0fj7RPkpk0/s72-c/Photo+12.jpg+13-28-25-711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-5543314161093483065</id><published>2008-11-06T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:07:31.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBAMA FTW! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKsoXHYICqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKsoXHYICqU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I must say how much I love Obama, and how glad I am that he won. Pity Palin is not his Vice-Pres, but oh well, we can't have too much of a good thing (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Eudora! Cheer up! Get more rest, be a happy baby! :D Afterall, we'll be seeing a lot more of each other next year (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'VE GOT A CRUSH ON OBAMA!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5543314161093483065?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5543314161093483065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5543314161093483065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5543314161093483065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5543314161093483065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-ftw-3.html' title='OBAMA FTW! &lt;3'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-2665862049376422084</id><published>2008-11-05T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:59:48.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Shop Soundtrack &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Priscilla is in such a good mood today, I shan't even bother to elaborate on why, just in case I find a blemish in this wonderful day and my brilliant mood turns foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me expound on why I hate chilli:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's icky.&lt;br /&gt;2. It has little red bits in it.&lt;br /&gt;3. It sucks to wash chilli plates.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I can't take chilli, so why should I love it, when I can't even eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAXUAN I AM SO SURE YOU'RE GONNA BE THE BEST SERVANT EVER I'M GONNA PAY YOU IN ADVANCE WITH ALL MY LOVEEEEEEEE (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-2665862049376422084?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2665862049376422084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=2665862049376422084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2665862049376422084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2665862049376422084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffee-shop-soundtrack-3.html' title='Coffee Shop Soundtrack &lt;3'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-764328482113155307</id><published>2008-11-03T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:08:02.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Plane Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SQ75wyjLV9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/G4-m0KzdYCw/s1600-h/this_is_real__this_is_me_by_algodonada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264419631041042386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SQ75wyjLV9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/G4-m0KzdYCw/s320/this_is_real__this_is_me_by_algodonada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm back from China, bet you guys all missed me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;China was great fun and alllll :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post about it some other time, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Closure post&lt;/u&gt;, this is gonna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're all going our different ways, be it triple, double, or even combined. But &lt;em&gt;I'll miss everyone&lt;/em&gt;, no matter whether we were close or not. Way overdue, I believe this post is. All my friends are psychedelic colours, brightening up my life, filling up the blank spaces, adding panache to my life. Flamboyant peacocks running rampant, you add sugar and spice to my life. Zip and dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt;: You were the bestfriend everyone wanted, and I'm thankful for the friendship we have. I'm really glad we're not gonna be split up, and I believe that if we both didn't go to the same class, I would have cried bollocks, I would have cried a river. I guess it's really when you're going to lose something, you find out how much you really treasure it, and how much you need it. Although we may have our many little tiffs, we always make up, and I would never trade your friendship for anything in the world. You're the person who knows when I'm upset, who knows when I'm holding back. You're a friend who really knows me. You understand when I complain, and the bitching sessions we have really help. If not by now, I'd be in jail for beating up and killing many people! I love love you &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabbna&lt;/span&gt;: I really meant it that when I think of you, I think of RMUN. When I think of RMUN, I also think of you! You were the awesomest RMUN buddy anyone could ever have! We had so much fun crapping, and complaining together, along with the cool notes we passed during RMUN itself. You brought much insight into my life, you gave me extraordinary, exemplemary advice, and you were always there as a listening ear. You're the prefect buddy I love, we had such fun at DB! I may not have always showed you how much I treasure you, but Shabbna, I really do. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Melodi&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, so much to say. First day of school in P5 was unforgettable! Birdshit, dogshit, what about catshit? HAHAHAHA, you make me laugh, cause you're hilarious! So were the many GB camps we used to go for together, along with Bindhu! I will never forget the times we have 'am-chio-ed' during Chinese lessons, and all the gossip we shared! You're really a bundle of fun, even when you're trying to be seductiveeee. We're gonna have two more years together, all the more time for me to tease you about the goings of the China trip we just had, hahaha :D Love you lots &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;: I wish you needn't go. You'll definitely be missed! Your wit, pizzazz and randomnity just add a splash of colour wherever you go, don't worry about treading new grounds, you'll fit in anywhere! Everytime I look at a bar of soap, I'll remember you. Everytime I hear about a guinea pig, I'll think of you. Everytime I hear the Phantom of the Opera, I'll think of you fondly ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;/span&gt;: Lovely lovely lovely pink! Whenever I see pink, I'll think of you! I'll miss you a lot, seriously. You were always willing to lend a listening ear when I ran into problems, and taking bus home with you have been great, all the trips have been fun! I'll miss turning my head around and talking to you in the Science Lab! True friends will be there for you, and I'll always be around for you. You can tell me whatever (: I wanna go out with you frequently, I wanna play dress-up in your closet! I love youuuu &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Jane&lt;/span&gt;: You tall tall tall person! I'll miss your incessant chatter in class! Your bear hugs are great- nice, warm and enveloping! When I hear the word great, you'll pop into my mind, and I'll think about how great you've been to me. AND I'LL NEVER FORGET THE WORD YOU TAUGHT ME - OCTOGENARIAN! When we're both octogenarians, I expect to be seated next to you, rocking in my chair, checking my false dentures beside you, complaining about our kids or even grandkids together! Of course we can also make time to reminiscent our China trip! You brought major fun into my life, I'll miss your small eyes, small feet, and small talk :D Love youuuuu! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;: I have so much to say to you, and even if I tried, I would never be able to finish it. I can't get rid of you, no matter how hard I try! I wish we were going to the same class. You always listen to me prattle on and on, and although you always complain, you never turn me away, and for that (of course) I'm happy! You've been one skinny but overwhelming bundle of joy and fun! You have the talent of making people happy, but you must remember to not neglect yourself alright! When I'm not around to nag at you, please look after yourself! You have the ability to go far, go ahead and expand your fanbase! GET A GOOD MANAGER K! I must say that I do love you, and I'll miss you a lot &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su-May&lt;/span&gt;: I'll swim across the ocean for you, if that would mean we would be able to go to the same class! I'm really going to miss you loads :( I wish with all of my heart that we would not need to change classes. You're the first I see when I come to class early, I'm going to miss your laughter, your bouncy hair, you understanding what I mean almost all the time, your jokes, your presence, your hugs. I'm gonna miss you so much :( You've always been there for me, and I really need to apologise about last year, when things between us were not the best, and you nearly did not want to be my friend anymore. We MUST keep in touch, go out together often, watch more movies together alright! :D Housebunny was unforgettable, the day was unforgettable, and it was because I spent it together with you. You bring joy and happiness into my life, I'll miss you so much :( Su-May, I love love love youuuu loads &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.1&lt;/span&gt;: We may not have always been very united, and we have definitely had more than our fair share of verbal spars, but I believe that these are what makes us so uniquely special. I wish we could move up as a class, but I guess once you've had too much of a good thing, it's always snatched away from you. I'll miss everyone, big, small, cute, pretty, sexy, whatever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's the plane going to take me, now that my home has been torn apart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remanants of it have been strewn all over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-764328482113155307?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/764328482113155307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=764328482113155307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/764328482113155307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/764328482113155307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/next-plane-home.html' title='Next Plane Home'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SQ75wyjLV9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/G4-m0KzdYCw/s72-c/this_is_real__this_is_me_by_algodonada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-2520700416296077897</id><published>2008-10-28T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:59:43.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss youuuuuu &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I miss you, I miss your smile, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I still shed a tear every once in a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN CHINA, BABE :D&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone! Lovelovelove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS MY FAMILYYYY OH SO BADLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I'm still having fun, and loving every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CLARA I MISS YOU TOO, I WILL BUY LOTS OF PRESENTS :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love love love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We will sing sing sing to High School Musical 3, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kiss, hug, hug, kiss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and make love till the sun comes upppppppp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sylvia, omggggg, I know how badly you miss me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not clingy or anything please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, omg I'm lovesick for youuuuuuuu :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe a replacement will come along!&lt;br /&gt;AND DON'T CALL ME WIFEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-2520700416296077897?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2520700416296077897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=2520700416296077897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2520700416296077897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2520700416296077897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-youuuuuu-3.html' title='i miss youuuuuu &lt;3'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-1313787726362829596</id><published>2008-10-22T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:34:45.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL MISS YOU</title><content type='html'>I abhor the changes we will all be going through.&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I dreaded posting this entry, I will miss everyone. Some more than others, but all will still be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-1313787726362829596?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1313787726362829596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=1313787726362829596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1313787726362829596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/1313787726362829596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-will-miss-you.html' title='I WILL MISS YOU'/><author><name>Pris</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-12716348.post-2013110778719776801</id><published>2008-10-20T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:03:21.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about you, babeeee/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SPyAPZ7LNsI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/woOFCFxRyx8/s1600-h/twinkle_by_smile_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259219467007375042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SPyAPZ7LNsI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/woOFCFxRyx8/s320/twinkle_by_smile_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes, and you'll know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interclass Softball games todayyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiring yesssss, but I stayed back to watch Sara Jane try out for volleyball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woah-ahhh, not bad ehhhhh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to spend as much time as I can with everyone nowwww, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have so little time left together :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG SAME BLOGSKIN SHABBNA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I apply to be a prefect? Why do I want to be a prefect? Why do I deserve to be a Sec3 prefect? Why didn't I think of all these implications and complications?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-2013110778719776801?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2013110778719776801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=2013110778719776801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2013110778719776801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/2013110778719776801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-all-about-you-babeeee.html' title='It&apos;s all about you, babeeee/'/><author><name>Pris</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SPyAPZ7LNsI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/woOFCFxRyx8/s72-c/twinkle_by_smile_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716348.post-5211700813834240469</id><published>2008-10-19T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:51:23.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIMME GIMME GIMME (A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SPqQhXyDSAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/DG8kNA5tbXM/s1600-h/10_000_days_by_valkirye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258674417902503938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SPqQhXyDSAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/DG8kNA5tbXM/s320/10_000_days_by_valkirye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents dug up their old ABBA cd, not bad, &lt;em&gt;I'd sayyyy&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sara's church yesterday, it was frigging hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;The day was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;For two main reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sara's sister, Claire, is so cute :D Her family is very friendly!&lt;br /&gt;2) Crazy animals.&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? HAHAHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;It's such a pity school's ending so soon ):&lt;br /&gt;The countdown- 4 days. 4 short days, I'll definitely miss everyone, especially if we don't go to the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANELLE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been in the same class for 2 years, and in the same cell for about 4, 5(?)years. You've always been a dear friend, and have never turned away from listening to my woes and sorrows. We bitched together about ____, and you've been there for me when my family was facing a rough patch. Now that you're finally 14, I wish that God will bless you richly, and that you will have a many great days and happiness ahead of youuuuuu! (: I love you dear, and have always done so. I'll always have etched in my memory the psychedelic colours you brought into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love you! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12716348-5211700813834240469?l=prisisbitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5211700813834240469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12716348&amp;postID=5211700813834240469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5211700813834240469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12716348/posts/default/5211700813834240469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisisbitchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/gimme-gimme-gimme-man-after-midnight.html' title='GIMME GIMME GIMME (A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT)'/><author><name>Pris</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV1UF6KP2PY/SPqQhXyDSAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/DG8kNA5tbXM/s72-c/10_000_days_by_valkirye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
