<?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-5934223</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:47:46.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments from mourning.</title><subtitle type='html'>verbs and nouns.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-2547727303218484180</id><published>2007-01-15T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T01:23:03.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VOICES. *The Magic Numbers;I see you,you see me.new year,new blog.2006 was a what what year.a lot of feelings involved.but there's this one person i'll never forget.i think i'm shifting to my lj.:(BYE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/2547727303218484180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/2547727303218484180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2007/01/voices.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-116282940118655016</id><published>2006-11-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:10:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BITCH FIT.*Zao-ravage ritual.note,very bitchy entry.so the o's has arrived and 2weeks has gone by.pretty fast uh.we say this o's is SOOO importantand make such a big issue out of it but you do so little and take it lightly? YES,I'VE BEEN THAT WAY FOR THE PAST WEEK! still got time.few more papers to bear with and the awaited holidays.haha.so the kiddies have planned something after the o's.looking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/116282940118655016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/116282940118655016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/11/bitch-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-116041177427295093</id><published>2006-10-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:36:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DISARRAY.*The Pipettes;Why did you stay.hah,its been so long since i actually updated here.everything's been fine and dandy i guess.prelim results has been sucky..but whatever.its gonna be hari raya soon! yayyy.money&amp;kuihs!bt i doubt i'll be going visiting.study yo.faster come la o's.i want to enjoy my holidays.boyboy's gonna come home soon.nyeeeeeeh,i don't like...but whatever.the haze has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/116041177427295093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/116041177427295093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/10/disarray.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115808751362630586</id><published>2006-09-13T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:58:33.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARALLEL LINES.*Kings of concenience;Failure.i feel like i'm about to break down now.2papers tmr and bio starts at 8am.its 2am+ and i'm trying to get everything in.i wish i had done this earlier.i'm pre-occupied with grad nite to think of exams.bt after today,i'm worried sick i feel like vomitting.i screwed up maths p1 bc i gave up too easily.HAIYAH,wtf am i ranting abt exams.nt say i can get any</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115808751362630586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115808751362630586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/09/parallel-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115739681911848683</id><published>2006-09-05T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:06:59.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BREAK DOWN THESE WALLS.*The hush sound;Momentumi didn't make it to saturday's gig.i was too stinky to even go for that matter.but oh wells,can't help it.i haven't gotten any studying done this week.i feel so..gah,i don't even wanna study.i missed my main paper.why even bother abt the rest.i'm sorry we didn't spend much/enough time this year.but i'm gonna miss you fiefie.i hope brunei treats you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115739681911848683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115739681911848683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/09/break-down-these-walls.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115668427629038759</id><published>2006-08-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:11:16.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3,2,1 I'M GOING IN.*Nasum;Relics.I GOT CHICKEN POX.WHY NOW??!?!?!?!WHY LA WHYi feel so dieseased and i hope it goes away before saturday!!!!:( AND I WONT LOOK that UGLY or obvious.anyways,english paper 1/2 tmr.i don't even wanna go in this condition.oh my godddddd. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115668427629038759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115668427629038759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/08/321-im-going-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115582304949439772</id><published>2006-08-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:59:14.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE ARE THE ANIMALS.*Saves the day;Shattered.prelims are in 2weeks and orals is next thurs.how prepared am i,not very as usual.but i'm such a last minute person.anyways,a C6 for malay.i'm quite satisfied bc i didn't fail.i'm not that hopeless afterallhaha,i'm retaking it though.(HAHA)i've never ran so much in my whole sec sch life.but tmr shall be the last time.this year i ran 2.4x4km!!!!(or at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115582304949439772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115582304949439772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-are-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115479816892345327</id><published>2006-08-06T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:18:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CH CH CH CH CHERRY BOMB.*We are scientists;Its a hit.Death From Above 1979 splitArtists: Death From Above 1979, MSTRKRFTCanadian dance-rock duo Death From Above 1979 have officially split, confirming months of rumour-spreading and gossip-mongeringOHHH!! :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115479816892345327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115479816892345327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115294297889024608</id><published>2006-07-15T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:01:47.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE ARE ADVENTURERS.*Bloc Party;Plans.(mogwai remix)hello,my eyes feels like popping out from my sockets.my head feels as if its gonna explode any moment.breakdown,breakdown,breakdown.went for the dance concert yday.it was pretty.all the costumes were nice.veve and i headed to baybeats after that.haha,it was a 'scene' gathering i must say.everyone you wanted to see/not see was there.managed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115294297889024608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115294297889024608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-adventurers.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115211374279832947</id><published>2006-07-05T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:37:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS COMING HARD.*Snow patrol;Set the fire to the 3rd bar.I stopped talking when I was six years old. I didn't want anything more to do with the outside world. I was happy being quiet.But of course they wouldn't leave me alone.My parents tried every trick in the book. From speech therapists,to child psychologists. They even tried bribery. I could have anything, as long as I said it out loud. Life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115211374279832947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115211374279832947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-coming-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115178190621147451</id><published>2006-07-02T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:27:08.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MASSIVE SUICIDE DREAMS.*Moving units;Paper hearts.INSTRUCTIONS: Write ten statements, intended to different people - things you've always wanted to tell them. never tell which one is to whom.1. i feel as if you're avoiding me.everytime i ask you out,it always doesn't work out.2. i don't see the need for you to rebel.3. nobody really likes you.you're so pretentious.stop acting as if you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115178190621147451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115178190621147451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/07/massive-suicide-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115168521726322815</id><published>2006-07-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:34:51.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAY MORNING.* Saetia;The burden of reflecting.soooooooo,school has started and it end at 4pm.but i'm not one for complaining.i'm free from mon-wed.(ugh,of all days!)mondays are wowdays!last periods are free!that means early self-dismissal.hoho.i've been thinking and i came up with a list.a list of things i SHOULD/must avoid doing for this period.1) less gigs. (after o's everyweek go gig till</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115168521726322815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115168521726322815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115108814716228702</id><published>2006-06-24T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:43:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PRETTY AS A PICTURE.*The sounds;Living in america.01) What is your phone brand?nokia 6101.02) What's the last 3 digits of your mobile number?565.03) What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?"haha.cos i tot u angry with nad over the holgie."04) Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?madeline.05) Who's the last person you rang?none.06) Who was your last missed call from?debbie.07</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115108814716228702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115108814716228702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/06/pretty-as-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115092421758688561</id><published>2006-06-22T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T05:14:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOUR CRAZY KITTEN SMILE.*The Fray;She is.its nearing 5am and i'm nowhere near tired.i wonder how i'm gonna survive next week.my body clock needs some re-adjusting,yo.ok since i bored,7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:- half arab.- ignorant.- stubby.- i'm lazier than any of you.- i like to eat milo.- i touched a dog once.- i killed my terrapin.(ohhh!)7 THINGS THAT SCARE ME:- god.- death.- dogs.- people.- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115092421758688561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115092421758688561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-crazy-kitten-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-115065226668096202</id><published>2006-06-19T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:38:28.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FLOAT ON.*Asobi seksu;Thursday.hokay,i think i've put my life back in place.no more waiting or lingering.its over and maybe it was a phase.don't know,don't care,don't even bother.that aside,i can't wait for grad night!finally,i get to graduate!i've been in that school for way too long.goodbye masses and prayers. :Dbut sadly,school's such a hoe.i wish they'd let us wear pretty coloured dresses.how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115065226668096202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/115065226668096202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/06/float-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-114962291401414438</id><published>2006-06-07T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T03:43:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS,HAVE FUN.*Sixpence none the richer;Down&amp;out of time."My opinion of people in general has veered wildly over the years.One day i'll be amazed at how kind and generous people can be and how genuinely caring.The next day i'll be ready to write off the human race as irredeemable.I'm a voracious reader.I'll read about all the sickness,strife,war,hatred and inhumanity and wonder why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114962291401414438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114962291401414438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-photographshave-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-114930230275123417</id><published>2006-06-03T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:38:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CIGARETTES KEEPS YOU SKINNY.*Tegan&amp;Sara;Where does the good go.hello.the 1st week of the holidays are almost over and i've done nothing.ok maybe 1 or 2 maths qns.but other than that,i've done nothing.so much for 'improvement' during the june holidays.but srly,i can't wait for this whole o'level period to be over.then it's happyhappyjoyjoy!so sick,you're almost 18 and stuck in secondary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114930230275123417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114930230275123417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/06/cigarettes-keeps-you-skinny.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-114901212941161341</id><published>2006-05-31T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:02:09.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4,5,6,7,8. *Regina Spektor;Love affair.this has been neglected for sometime.i'm not okay,i promise.you always think things would work out.when they finally do,it comes crashing down again.nobody,i say no one.will know how i feel.how disheartened i feel.results are in.L1R4:27,L1R5:36.hey,i failed maths.hoho.i am a successor,not.everything is going down,down,down,down.i dunno what to do anymore.</summary><link 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much.what's more,social studies and physic2 on wednesday.god,save me.apart from that,the week has been. :D :D :Dlast friday me and nadd went to some metal gig.haha,we lost our metal gig virginity. :xthen on sunday we went to another gig.haha.i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114606124221992086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114606124221992086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-dont-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-114545813250807431</id><published>2006-04-19T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:50:04.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEELING BORED OF FEELING NUMB.*Count the stars;Pictures."we think life should be like a symphony,ordered,neat in harmonious,measurable sections.it should start with a theme,rise to a crescendo,play through a moderately softer version of the theme,then build to a stunning and resolute cilmax-then completed,triumph.but perhaps life is more like jazz,improvisational and often wondering-instrumental </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114545813250807431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114545813250807431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/04/feeling-bored-of-feeling-numb.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-114485676011059068</id><published>2006-04-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:47:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ILLUSIONS OF WINERUNNING DOWN OUR THROATS.*Penfold;The sound of jazz.penfold makes me cry.:(its simple,you always have a decision.e.g:to try or not,to be sore or not,to eat or not,to fail or not.simple,not.out of luck,hope and sweet cigarettes.sigh.that aside,i think i failed my 2.4runs.(what's new)i think i failed my malay orals.i passed my 5items tho'.munchies will be playing on the 13th of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114485676011059068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114485676011059068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/04/illusions-of-winerunning-down-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-114395959404435275</id><published>2006-04-02T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:33:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I NEVER SAID GOODBYE.   *Emery;To whom it may concern.i'm still very bitter and sore.its ironic how i tell everyone to deal with it.but i myself am stuck.god,deal with it muni.school has been draining.but nevertheless,i made it thru' the week.graduated from band on friday.its felt good,leaving.malay orals on wednesday.2.4km runs on friday.(horror! :o)i hate runs,i hate everything.everything seems</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114395959404435275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114395959404435275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-never-said-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-114347327707896904</id><published>2006-03-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:27:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M SWIMMING IN GREY. *The Jealous sound;What's wrong is everywhere.This thing need sprucing up.It's been an awfully long time since i last updated.Because i am lazy,therefore i am,A.O.K.First,last saturday ended well for munchies.i'm proud of the grrls and boys. :)as trent said,NOTHING CAN STOP MUNCHIES!!!but sadly,o'level is a bitch.but i hope by june we'll be back.my weekend wasn't great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114347327707896904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114347327707896904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-swimming-in-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-114028775542932052</id><published>2006-02-19T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T02:35:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND THE FILM WAS SURREAL. *Raein-Straight to the mirror.i want to close this down.but there's TOO many memories.frm october 03' till present.like wasted uh.but there's always pinktarantulax.k,quick update.its 2006.new class meaning new classmates.test after test every week.munchies is good.band is good.my life has been school,band lately.munchies is playing on the 25th of march.guess that'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114028775542932052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/114028775542932052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-film-was-surreal.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113570876982542035</id><published>2005-12-28T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T02:42:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAKE IT BACK.*Asobi Seksu;Walk on the moon.hah,bc this blog is already dying.i think i'll close this down soon.livejournal,livejournal.so,7points.ain't great but its something.parents aren't thrilled tho'.i didn't score any 1s in any subject.then again,i'm not smart.munchies,smunchies.somehow we're on the rocks.i wish to care and do something,i can't.frontgrrl lousy aye.i told you guys i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113570876982542035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113570876982542035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/12/take-it-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113450044590043492</id><published>2005-12-14T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:05:08.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I CAN'T DENY.*The Subways;Somewhere.BANDS IN A BOX.well,saturday was a blast,really.good bands played and we all enjoyed.we ended it well for the year.i'm proud of the kids.despite all the things that happened,we pulled through.ok,so it's results day next week.i don't know what to feel.scared,nervous,overwhelmed,thrilled?i seriously hope and wish it will come out good.i had this dream that day,i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113450044590043492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113450044590043492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-deny.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113375718751210520</id><published>2005-12-05T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:37:25.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE.*Ladytron;Sugar.ummm,k.we went jamming at wake me up that day.hahaha,it was dummmmbbbbb.i think i almost died,i choked on smoke.HAHAHA.mr de's wedding was on saturday.we played 2 songs.yellow moutains,song of joy.(forgodssake!)st.pats played all you need is love,an actual score.it was tiring.standing,sitting,standing,sitting.but overall it was goood.last few days have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113375718751210520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113375718751210520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/12/passive-aggressive.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113247483376195405</id><published>2005-11-20T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:20:33.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THESE TEENAGE YEARS WELL THEY DON'T LAST. *TheBravery;Fearless."This,this is the worst vacation ever, i am going to cut open your forehead with a roofing shingle, Ohh,Ohh"and I broke up,without a note.and I broke upand I broke up,behind your houseand I broke up.nadd's coming over.we're gonna watch the oc.ok bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113247483376195405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113247483376195405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/11/these-teenage-years-well-they-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113156839821773204</id><published>2005-11-10T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T04:49:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND ALL THE RAVENSARE LEAVING THE TOWER.*Bloc Party;Blue light.i was reading my achives/old blog and all that,sometimes i wish i was the old me.i guess i was happier last time.last timeeeeee,now i'm shit,yo.i've been up watching re-runs.in fact,the oc season 1 and csi miami.AND! OC SEASON 3! :Dtrey looks so ugly in season 1. i spent 40bucks on a action sampler.and i don't even know what it is.or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113156839821773204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113156839821773204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-all-ravensare-leaving-tower.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113095328865762274</id><published>2005-11-03T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T01:41:28.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BELOW THE NEON BLUE. *Cursive-A gentleman caller.i think my english just turned spas or something.i had difficulty(?) spelling gentleman.gentlement,gentelment,gentalmen.things are taking its toll on me right now.i dunno who to trust anymore.funeral for a friend said,'its all about trust,its all about trust'.some may know,some don't.whatever it is.what goes around,comes around.i'm not gonna stoop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113095328865762274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113095328865762274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/11/below-neon-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113051829335227746</id><published>2005-10-29T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:56:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWSPAPER WORD CUT-OUTS.*Snow patrol-Run.sympathy friends,i don't need them.and all i wanted was just a day out of her schedule.that's what bestfriends are for aye.oh wells.we USED to be the invincible ones.(keyword:USED)raya is just next week.i haven't even gotten shoes yet.i've been going out lately but i never get my shoes.school was relatively alrite today.creative comp,report books,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113051829335227746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113051829335227746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/10/newspaper-word-cut-outs.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113025610426381975</id><published>2005-10-25T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:07:36.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO CHILDREN,COME BURN THE SKYSCRAPERS. *The Cardigans-Erase/Rewind.If it can be broke, then it can be fixed.If it can be fused, then it can be split .It's all under control.If it can be lost, then it can be wonIf it can be touched, then it can be turnedAll you need is time. lie down,deep breaths,count to ten,nod your head.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113025610426381975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113025610426381975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-childrencome-burn-skyscrapers.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-113000991179840448</id><published>2005-10-23T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:38:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT HAPPENED AGAIN. *Imogen heap-Just for now.have you ever felt so cheated?so many months,so many months.siggggh.i'm not sorry,there's nothing to say.it's that time of year,leave all our hopelessness's aside sorry,this is random.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113000991179840448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/113000991179840448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-happened-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112982280342518032</id><published>2005-10-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:48:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THERE'S NO COLOUR AND SOUNDS.*King of convenience-Misread.i miss bestfriend.but he'll back tmr. rock climbed on tuesday&amp;wednesday.my arms and back are achingggg.because fat people aren't suppose to climb aye.saedah and i went to geylang just now.same old,same old.clothes,food,clothes,food.i miss rafiee.like what circa survive would say.PATIENCE,PAAAAAATIENCE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112982280342518032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112982280342518032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-no-colour-and-sounds.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112930859075013868</id><published>2005-10-15T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:33:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MONEY TO BURN.*Interpol-C'mere.i think today's got to be the most pissiest(?) day ever.1) my brother was buggin me to come home so that i could verify some shit.but i made plans the day before.2) i couldn't do shearing.i gave up eventually.3) we were made to stay back till' 1.45 to brain storm for creative comp.my classmate said,'EH MUNIRAH YOUR CLASS LAST YEAR SO EXTRA GO JOIN.'SO WHAT if we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112930859075013868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112930859075013868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/10/money-to-burn.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112885006161657764</id><published>2005-10-09T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:36:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHE IS YESTERDAY'S NEWS.*The new pornographers-Twin cinema.ATTENTION!unbelievers,fashion victims,opportunists,blood sport,cop killer,don't trust art,don't trust culture.you want out,you want.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112885006161657764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112885006161657764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-is-yesterdays-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112671188143586506</id><published>2005-09-14T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:29:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOUR WORDS ALWAYS CUT WITH A CLICHE.*New Radicals-Mother,we just can't have enough.schooool is ssssssssssstwwwwwwepid.hahaha.because school comes up with stupid rules,really.imagine,after pe,you're all sweaty and stuff.AND THEY ASK YOU TO WEAR BACK YOUR SKIRT.i understand some stupid kids in school like to wear shorts out(erkkk.)BUT NOW,WE CAN'T EVEN WEAR SHORTS TO THE CANTEEN.knn,stupid kids,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112671188143586506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112671188143586506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/09/your-words-always-cut-with-cliche.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112602817097895256</id><published>2005-09-07T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:39:51.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FAIRYTALES TELL TALES.*A thorn for every heart-99 with an anchor.no more social studies and malay for the time being!:DDDDDDDDi think i just crapped my way thru' each paper.but i hope i wrote some relevant shit.HAH.i'm contradicting what i'm saying.GAH,WHATEVER LA.its the holidays! but its already wednesday. soon,it'll be sunday and the next day it'll be monday.and life gets kinda mundane for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112602817097895256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112602817097895256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/09/fairytales-tell-tales.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112529377154064728</id><published>2005-08-29T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:47:57.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STOP MAKING YOUR WORDS FANCY.*Tsunami bomb-...Not forever.first,HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SAMMY BABE! :DPrelims have been ughhh,ok i never study hard enough.die,die,die,die,die,die,die,die,die,mort muni mort.ok,nvm prelims.next week is the real deal.malay and social studies.please be easy peasy? :/saturday's gig was like what nihaad said,yucky.yucky crowd,half-yucky music.i think i wasted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112529377154064728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112529377154064728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/08/stop-making-your-words-fancy.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112438226621286514</id><published>2005-08-19T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:40:52.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EYES WIDE OPEN,NAKED AS WE CAME.*Kittie-Loveless.AND MAKING THEM YOUR REASONS FOR LIVING,is over.Congrats to nihaad and zad for their success? LOL.they made lotsa moolah. :DANYWAYS,prelims are next week.i'm done with social studies and malay.which i think will be a flop.LOL.aku melayu,tetapi melayu tak bagus.the rest all starts next week.hope the papers would be easy. (every students' dream)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112438226621286514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112438226621286514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/08/eyes-wide-opennaked-as-we-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112360825433921149</id><published>2005-08-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:41:19.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PAPER CUTS AND BLOODY HANDS.*Walls of jericho-All hail the dead.i love the boys and grrls.they make me happy.moodswings at nine.hello bestfriend,i hope you're doing fine.:)  (x-posted to lj)ALL HAIL THE ONES THAT TAKE FROM LIFE WITHOUT GIVING BACK.ALL HAIL THE DEAD. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112360825433921149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112360825433921149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/08/paper-cuts-and-bloody-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112334724405083606</id><published>2005-08-07T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:41:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANIMALS AND INSECTS,DON'T DO DRUGS.*Plain Sunset-Photo of us.we're finally jamming after 5mths.f-i-n-a-l-ly.FINALLY.happy,happy.joy,joy.:Dwhole week has been really draining.from tuesday,we had mocks till friday.and i finally ran my 2.4km.failed as usual.whatfuckingever.charlie and the chocalate factory on thursday with the bestfriend.cooool movieee.i'm gonna go read the book...when i have the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112334724405083606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112334724405083606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/08/animals-and-insectsdont-do-drugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112282599141290204</id><published>2005-08-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:42:11.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I WISH WE ALL COULD WIN.*The Blood Brothers-This Adultery is ripe.ITS MONDAY AGAIN. :(i still have to run that 2.4km.knn la,lazy.my partner has been showing off her fucking piercing again.'i can put the stud in my hole without using hands' shit.i hope one day you choke on that piece of barbell.take that for showing off!on a lighter note,charlie and the chocolate factory is opening!can't wait,</summary><link 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fuck.sleep,sleep,sleep.you'll be as whiny as me if you sat next to her.she plays with her stupid tongue stud by grinding the ball to her teeth.I ALSO GOT FUCKING TONGUE PIERCING LA.BUT I DON'T GO ARD GRINDING THE STUD ON MY TEETHAND SHOWING IT OFF.disgusting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112222218662832178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112222218662832178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/07/pagan-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112178159514213784</id><published>2005-07-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:43:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE LOVE SCENES GRAFTED TO THE SKY.*Underoath-I'm content with losing.Baybeats o5' was good.eventhough i couldn't make it for all 3days,i settled for day2 and it was :Dgreat company,great performances.couldn't ask for anything more.Saturday was lose all your babat day.Walk so much,Sweat so much,Mosh too much.I thought i was gonna faint after LMB played reconcile.Fell so many times,bruises on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112178159514213784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112178159514213784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-scenes-grafted-to-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112118399407037486</id><published>2005-07-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:45:25.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MUNCHIES AT NINE,YOUR CHERRIES WILL SHINE.*Refused-Summerholidays Vs. Punkroutine.Look into the mirror,i don't see myself anymore.(a stranger staring back at me,how has this come to be)Empty eyes and sealed lips,no clues to where you've been.(no clues to where you've been)Devoid of feelings i've become,to depression only i succumb.(to depression only i succumb)Seeking comfort in this place,no one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112118399407037486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112118399407037486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/07/munchies-at-nineyour-cherries-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112109727880873197</id><published>2005-07-11T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:45:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SALLY FOREWORNING.*Jem-24.AND ITS IRONIC TOO.CAUSE WHAT WE TEND TO DO.IS ACT ON WHAT THEY SAY.AND THEN IT IS THAT WAY.I'M SORRY,SO SORRY.I'M SORRY,IT'S LIKE THIS.I WANT TO BE A FUDGE MAKERAND OWN A STRAWBERRY FARM.I CAN MAKE STARWBERRIES COATED WITH FUDGE.yummehhhhhhh. :Dthis all was only wishful thinking,this all was only wishful thinking.123,321.muni,muni no.1.k bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112109727880873197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112109727880873197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/07/sally-foreworning.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112100919707916989</id><published>2005-07-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:36:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GO,GO,GO,GO,AWAY FROM HERE.*Death from above 1979-Do it.its monday tomorrow.where school life repeats and repeatslike how blood brothers is on repeat.tokyo wind kosei is coming this friday i think. :Di miss band and their band music.heard thier playing phantom of the opera.hope the part's easy for joleneshe's playing barry now. :))i hate my mood swings.one minute i can be nice,the next,if i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112100919707916989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112100919707916989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/07/gogogogoaway-from-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112057992673649676</id><published>2005-07-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:33:43.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAD PONY GRRL.*Xiu Xiu-I luv the valley oh.MALINA!you sick child you!i don't put lemon on my hair.its just naturally brown!:Dmort!someone's calling me doraemon.eventhough i'm not blue. :( row away you! english n'level orals later.wish me luck kids.ahhhhhh.die la muni,die.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112057992673649676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112057992673649676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/07/sad-pony-grrl.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-112041321592761255</id><published>2005-07-04T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:29:35.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIAR,LIAR.*Tiger Army-Incorporeal.gahhh.school's been draining really.and the reason why i havent been updating cos i'm just lazy.plus keeping 2 blogs is hard.yesterday was spent quite alrite.first time in weeks since i went out.woodlands for rock fest.168 with nihaad and zad.met adella and many other people.oh fie,you guys did good ok. :)borders to meet siti and edday.'surprised' her with a cake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112041321592761255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/112041321592761255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/07/liarliar.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111988813483684934</id><published>2005-06-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:03:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE UGLY ORGANIST.*Everytime i die-EbolaramaSPREAD THE WORD AROUND.k go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111988813483684934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111988813483684934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/06/ugly-organist.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111877838043123836</id><published>2005-06-15T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:51:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BAYONETTE SCARS.*Coheed&amp;Cambria-Three evils.Dug these up.Doing maths now.x-posted at lj</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111877838043123836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111877838043123836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/06/bayonette-scars.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111816756991056477</id><published>2005-06-08T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:06:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN LOVE&amp;DEATH. *Rufio-Selfishness. SUNDAY's show was a blast.i enjoyed myself.Munchies pulled it off quite well.I'm proud of you guys.You know i love you all the same.:)i'm tired already.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111816756991056477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111816756991056477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-lovedeath.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111661360423674802</id><published>2005-05-21T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:27:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVERYBODY NEEDS SOME SYMPATHY.*Death cab for cutie-Sound of settling.HELLO.EXAMS ARE WAY OVER AND RESULTS ARE IN.I PASSED ALL EXCEPT FORCOMBINED HUMANS.DIE GEOG DIE!like 14/50! I BET THE SEC 5's DIDN'T PASS GEOG TOO.CORRECT ANOT PEOPLE?! HAHAHA.WE ARE SUCH LOUSY GEOG STUDENTS.LAST YEAR WE ALL FAILED GEOG TOO.WE SHOULD'VE OPTED FOR LIT.(i opted for geog. :/)B3 FOR ENGLISH.WAS QUITE SUPRISED.LIKE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111661360423674802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111661360423674802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/05/everybody-needs-some-sympathy.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111564160373084434</id><published>2005-05-09T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:26:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT WERE WE HOPING FOR? *Bloc Party-Pioneers.HELLO.it's that time again.Yes,mid-year.Language,humans paper down.B-I-OOOO tmr. I don't understand what has been going on during bio class.It's not because i don't listen.I swear i did.The teacher doesn't teach.I finished watching the oc yesterdayy.SWEETNESS!This blog has become stagnant hasn't it. :)Enjoy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111564160373084434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111564160373084434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-were-we-hoping-for-bloc-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111443335987942142</id><published>2005-04-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:56:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY FAVORITE ACCIDENT.*The Cranberries-Salvation.LOL! CRANBERRIES!Munchies last show.DO COME AND SUPPORT! THIS SATURDAY,30TH APRIL 2005! i think we're playing at 2.30pm. =)The PaperPlastikPop Sessions.It's a zine conference thing.(LOL! i don't know anything.I'm just playing)Time:1pm till late.Venue: The Velvet Joint,No.14 Dalhousie Lane.(right behind Tekka Mall)take bus 131 from Capitol Buliding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111443335987942142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111443335987942142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-favorite-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111349159508596585</id><published>2005-04-14T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:13:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M GONNA CUT THE STRINGS AND WATCH YOU FALL. *Moving Units-Between us and them. Am so worn out after everything.so syf has come and go.we clinched a silver. oh well,didn't think we could do any better also.I feel bad.We didn't make sir proud.But like i said,it came and went. NO MORE BAND! for some time. =))my mondays,thursday and fridays are free.yay for that! =DAnd i'm becoming such an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111349159508596585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111349159508596585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-gonna-cut-strings-and-watch-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111227784322027982</id><published>2005-03-31T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:09:55.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STUMBLE TILL YOU CRAWL.*Mew-Am i wry? No.First,HAPPTY belated 17TH DEBBEH! &lt;333Sorry about your pre-birthday outing.HAH.Hope you had fun love! I'll get you that spiderGRRL book alrite? :) JGN EMO!Jamming on tuesday.LOLS! i like the new original.Wasn't that bad.SITI AND I! HAHHA.I enjoyed saosin.Eddie said i should sing and siti should screech.Heh.OK,rushed home after that.Did SS notes.Chapter 1-7</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111227784322027982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111227784322027982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/03/stumble-till-you-crawl.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111133429030435857</id><published>2005-03-20T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:58:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DO YOU WANT TO COME OVER AND KILL SOMETIME? *The Sleeping-Believe what we tell you. SCHOOL TOMORROW.I DON'T WANT.TEST,TEST,TEST.I HAVEN'T EVEN COMPLETE MY HOMEWORK.I THINK I'LL HAVE TO COPY TOMORROW.I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYMORE GEOG LESSONS.I THINK I'M GONNA FAIL COMBINE HUMANS DURING MID-YEAR! Don't mind me.I'm just ranting.I MISS MUNCHIES.I KNOW THEY DON'T MISS ME.AND HEY! I'M GETTING JEALOUS OVER</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111133429030435857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111133429030435857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-you-want-to-come-over-and-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111082623496722514</id><published>2005-03-15T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T02:53:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll go back back back b-b-b-backwards.*Walls Of Jericho-Rivival never goes out of style.YEEHAWWWW! Things aren't going as much as it is suppose to be.It's sad.Didn't have school on friday.Preparation for carnival.Caught boogeyman with eelynn and debbeh.Waste of monehhhh.Really. Carnival on saturday was alrito.WAH! EVERY TOM,DICK AND HARRY WAS WEARING A STUDDED-BELT.HARDCORE AH! whatever that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111082623496722514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111082623496722514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/03/ill-go-back-back-back-b-b-b-backwards.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-111047556909077346</id><published>2005-03-11T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T01:26:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAYBE,MAYBE,I'M A FRAUD. *Mae-Summertime.Munchies.HEH.We're changing our band name to YOUR CHERRIES!ok,it's not comfirm yet.Haha.SYF.Next month.3rd day of the competition.13th April.=/// Aren't we all scared.I want kittens so i can play with them.THIS IS VERY RANDOM.I'M SORRY. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111047556909077346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/111047556909077346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/03/maybemaybeim-fraud.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110923698345810889</id><published>2005-02-24T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T17:23:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TO DEPRESSION ONLY I SUCCUMB. HAIYA.I FEEL LIKE QUITTING MUNCHIES.=(MUNCHIES HAVE GOOD GUITARIST,BASSIST,DRUMMER AND SCREAMIST.BUT VERY BAD VOCALIST.WHYYYYYYY CAN'T THEY SEEEEE?(sorry ah zad.heh) SIGH.CAMP TMR TILL SUNDAY.I'LL BE WITH BARRY THE WHOLE DAY.SIGHHH.BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL,DON'T BOTHER TO WRITE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110923698345810889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110923698345810889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-depression-only-i-succumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110862071087384926</id><published>2005-02-17T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:11:50.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like using the school's comp.=/I've been comp-less for the last 2mths.Munchies is love.School is goodMy new class is friendly.HAHAH.Everything's ok,i guess.TILL THEN! k bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110862071087384926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110862071087384926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-like-using-schools-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110381304874379776</id><published>2004-12-23T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:44:08.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS TOWN IS FOR THE COUNTERFEIT DREAMERS.  *Pretty girls make graves-More sweet soul. This thing is REALLY  dying.Nothing much to say.You know,i know,we all know ya? Holidays are gonna end soon.Hello 2005,i'm not looking forward to you.But thank you 2004,you started it crazily but ended it sadly. YOU PEOPLE STOOD BY ME.&lt;3333-you people were the ones always there when i needed you guys.We had our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110381304874379776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110381304874379776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-town-is-for-counterfeit-dreamers.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110267174120600783</id><published>2004-12-10T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T17:42:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS ROMANCE IS BLEEDING. *Blonde Redhead-Falling Man. Heyho,heyho.My blog is dying i know.Heh.There's nothing much to update about actaully.This whole week has been pretty much a bore.Didn't do much either. Tuesday went for session at veron's place,which was good.Played and laughed alot.Haha.We got the tune right for the original.Yea.Band the next day,i lost my tone and ambriture.I'm a lousy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110267174120600783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110267174120600783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-romance-is-bleeding.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110214913458098979</id><published>2004-12-04T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:34:06.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'LL FIND YOU SOMEWHERE,SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I CARE.*Never to late-All change.HEYHO,Don't mind me siti.I'm gonna paste what the fella commented."hm..i did brought up on the importance on having an auditions, and many shared the same view so will there be an audition?One the reasons why the public has negative views on the local music scene is that time and time again we have crappy bands perform </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110214913458098979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110214913458098979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/12/ill-find-you-somewhereshow-you-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110164939131085230</id><published>2004-11-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:43:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'LL TAKE YOU EVERYWHERE. *Funeral for a friend-Red is the new black. I'm still a lousy teapot.OK. Gig yesteday was alright i guess? I dunno.We did and tried our best.If it was bad,we're sorry cos it was too last minute and we had so many songs to learn in such a short period of time.Hope you guys understand.=) ZUL! Remember how we first met? Remember i whined when i said why you had to go to jb?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110164939131085230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110164939131085230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/11/ill-take-you-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110147106050753558</id><published>2004-11-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:58:24.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BURN OUT,NOT FADE AWAY.*The Blood Brothers-Siamese gun.MUNCHIES AT NINE.27th Novermber 20049pm,outside paragon.HELLO! I'M STILL A TEAPOT.HAHA.Songs you'll hear tmr.(hopefully) Offsprings-The kids aren't alright.Tsunami Bomb-Say it if you mean it.Taking Back Sunday-Timberwolves of new jersey.Mad caddies-Preppie girl.Tsunami Bomb-Rusian roulette.Taking Back Sunday-Cute without the e.Tsunami </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110147106050753558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110147106050753558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/11/burn-outnot-fade-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110114308604832194</id><published>2004-11-23T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:06:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why won't you wear your new trenchcoat?*The Stills-Love and death. I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT,SHORT AND STOUT.HERE IS MY HANDLE,HERE IS MY STOUT.WHEN I HEAR THE WATER HEAR MY SHOUT!'TIP ME OVER AND POUR ME OUT!'Now,who would be me tea?This whole week was..like that la.Visit everyday! Wednesday,friends came over.Thursday,SHUTTERS! Lovely,lovely day.=) Friday!! ADVENTURE DAY! YES DEBBIE? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110114308604832194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110114308604832194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-wont-you-wear-your-new-trenchcoat.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-110036677020210807</id><published>2004-11-14T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T01:26:10.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The colour photographs are fading away. *My Vitriol-Always,your way. Another day is gone Some other time maybe I'd come out And step into the sunA little time ago I didn't wanna see us falling out but everything has gone I wish I could, Sometimes I wish I would Always your wayYou want it all, I did everything I couldAlways your way  I'm talking to the walls I guess it seems that all the wait is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110036677020210807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/110036677020210807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/11/colour-photographs-are-fading-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109990796710826221</id><published>2004-11-08T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T18:13:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes.*This day and age-Second place victory.Heys.Saturday was great.The crowd sucked.But DYNA TURMOIL rocked.Hope you guys like the roses.Pictures weren't so great.Maybe i'll post it,maybe i won't.It's either you mosh or you take photos.Hehh.I'm annoyed,yes i am.Suppose to go out today but i dunno what happened.Slept my way thru' till just.Band tomorrow.Have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109990796710826221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109990796710826221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/11/through-hearts-shaped-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109967048623822366</id><published>2004-11-06T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T00:02:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is twelve too late to call? *The Get Up Kids-My apology.She's got her halo and wings Hidden under his eyesBut she's an angel for sureShe just can't stop telling lies But it's too late for his loveAlready caught in a trapHis angel's kiss was a jokeAnd she is not coming back Because heaven sends and heaven takesCrashing cars in his brainKeep him tied up to a dreamAnd only she can set him freeAnd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109967048623822366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109967048623822366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-twelve-too-late-to-call-get-up-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109929687113480810</id><published>2004-11-01T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:28:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's gonna shimmy till her garters break.*Motion City Soundtrack-1000 paper cranes.Heyho! Lazy i have been.Maybe tired from all the things that has been happening lately.Heh.Had rehearsal on thurday.It was ok.Before that,we were happily dancing in class.HAHA.Pretty stupid.Back tracked to friday.FRIDAY WAS WOW! We did our creative comp.RAPUNDAH,OH RAPUNDAH! Yes,we top everyone.We came in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109929687113480810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109929687113480810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/11/shes-gonna-shimmy-till-her-garters.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109890015512934561</id><published>2004-10-28T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T02:02:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The lower side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo. *The Used-Soundeffects and overdramatics. Hello! Pass few days had been draining.Been pretty busy with the creative comp.We worked so hard.We begged them to let us in.We had no time.We put in so much effort to do this.There was alot of last minute thing but we pulled through.Auditions yesterday was alright.Live music was way much better</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109890015512934561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109890015512934561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/10/lower-side-is-jukebox-playing-deadmans.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109836970324009993</id><published>2004-10-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:44:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queer sex is great, it's fun as shit.*Funeral For A Friend-Novella.Heyhoo.Figured that since N's are over,i should start updating on a daily basis? Hah.OK.Hmmm.The whoke week was pretty much okay i guess.Didn't go anything much.Went to town on monday with veron.Got my fabric paints and skirt.Yeps.Walked around and went home.Online till 3+ talking to zad and drawing faces.Hehh. Slept for awhile,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109836970324009993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109836970324009993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/10/queer-sex-is-great-its-fun-as-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109785771803595365</id><published>2004-10-16T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T01:14:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats.*MeWithoutYou-January1979.Heys.Back from the gig.It didn't go as plan.My idiotic lame ass dad had to force me to go home.I am so fucking pissed at him i swear.The gig just started somemore.I heard 2 bands play and i rushed home in a cab.Pffrt.So gay.But i managed to mosh a little but no kungfu dance!!HAHA.And the mr from the wall between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109785771803595365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109785771803595365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/10/then-silence-so-heavy-broken-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109782780161518920</id><published>2004-10-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:10:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And this town maybe a darker shade of red. *The Stills-Lola stars and stripes. Heys.Haha.I'll post a decent entry since the last few ones have been pictures with words.Haha.Hmm..so N's have ended.Accounts was..accounts.Didn't balance my balance sheet.Oh wells! I thought trading was gonna come out but it was..partnership.PFFRT! Put aside that,went to town on monday.Was okay.Spend my day slacking. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109782780161518920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109782780161518920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-this-town-maybe-darker-shade-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109759779724447780</id><published>2004-10-13T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T00:20:54.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She was living alone,unhappilyWe could do it, it's right romantically.*Death from above-Dead womb.If ever cones a night full of shiny stars,I'll be the first to watch it with you.Without worry or despair,I'll always be by your side for problems to share.No matter how hard,no matter how tough,i'll be there.I'm falling for you,i fell for you.I still love you.I really do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109759779724447780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109759779724447780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/10/she-was-living-aloneunhappilywe-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109732454768431654</id><published>2004-10-09T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T20:27:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red glares from the color of outstretched hands.*Billy Talent-River below.N's has ended for some.But,i still have to take stupid accounts.Ugh.It's annoying.Money makes me go crazy.Spending it gives so much satisfaction then actually studying about it.Endure,i shall then it'll be freedom till' results day.Ltrs.I'm restless for the silence in the air</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109732454768431654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109732454768431654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/10/red-glares-from-color-of-outstretched.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109689534625665461</id><published>2004-10-04T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T22:26:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm running my mouth dry,everytime i lie.*The Rocket Summer-Cross my heart.Forgive me, but I can't be everything you deserve.And I know it's too late to crawl back to you tonite.But theres a few things that I just need you to know.The way I felt when we were close.And how the stars explode everytime you are near.I am so far, I couldn't seeBut you made every day so sweetAll along you were there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109689534625665461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109689534625665461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-running-my-mouth-dryeverytime-i-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109629639290491163</id><published>2004-09-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:51:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A summer of abandoned words.*The Strokes-I can't win.Dear *(insertnamehere),Your bitter goodbye is ringing through this quiet night,This idle hour just wont pass.I've never missed you this much,never thought I would,Didn't think you'd feel this far away.Your summer perfume is still blowing through this hallway, Autumn's amber red shadows dance.I miss our midnight rides on highway 18, 18 is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109629639290491163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109629639290491163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/09/summer-of-abandoned-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109603140908410680</id><published>2004-09-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T15:30:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this what it's like?,A dream lacking serenity?*The Killers-Mr. Brightside.Heys.This whole week started out bad,i have this feeling it's going to end bad too.Received our result slips on tuesday.I cannot make it to 5n with those shitty results.Whatever happened to that girl who got 5th in class during sec1? My position is 36th in class.Stupid prelims.Had my dad to sign it.I think he gave up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109603140908410680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109603140908410680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/09/is-this-what-its-likea-dream-lacking.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109552056813312704</id><published>2004-09-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:31:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm the little girl at the picnic,Who won't stop pulling her dress up.*Rooney-Blueside.Dear diary,It's a saturday today.I spent my whole day at home.WHY?!Because my exams are coming and i HAVE TO study.I didn't get really far today becos' i was tempted by the bed.There's a gig today at yishun park.No,no.No more gigs till' i finish the exams!BUMMER!And so i cannot go anywhere because of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109552056813312704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109552056813312704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-little-girl-at-picnicwho-wont-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109516615063617788</id><published>2004-09-14T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:49:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We were out of control so,we played Rock &amp; RollAnd threw the homework in the fire again. *The Jealous Sound-Effortless. Heys.Haven't been updating much cos' the internet couldn't connect.Stupid trojons.Maybe it's a sign.To start studying! INTENSIVE REVISION AH! Yea.Holidays didn't felt like holidays.Last monday and tuesday was the actual N's.Malay was do-able.Social studies was..i studied the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109516615063617788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109516615063617788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-were-out-of-control-sowe-played.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109439465432461840</id><published>2004-09-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:33:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So as I contradict myself, and forget all I've said,I am free.*Yellowcard-Breathing. Heys.Malay N's tomorrow.I haven't even touch my notes yet.Good ah.I AM FUCKING LAZY! But i did my social studies.Which i feel so useless in cos' i have come to realise i got the lowest in class! I need nicolette! She helps me expand my knowledge.OH NIC,WHERE ART THOU NIC! I want to pierce my lips badly.Maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109439465432461840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109439465432461840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-as-i-contradict-myself-and-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109412620986927190</id><published>2004-09-02T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:09:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You were so condescending,As the alcohol drained the days.*Last days of april-Aspirins and alcohol.Heys.Teacher's day celebration was great on tuesday.Theme was good.Sixities/seventies.Too bad we couldn't perform.Hahaha.Just didn't had the mood after aces.Cause we didn't even know what aces was like.So we just made our own dance.Hehh.Got back our social studies prelims too.Most SHITIEST marks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109412620986927190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109412620986927190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-were-so-condescendingas-alcohol.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109386589307260998</id><published>2004-08-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T20:24:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You said you never really felt a thing,You said you didn't like the way I sing.*My precious-Astrid.Heyho! Silly internet explorer is being such a retard.Heh.Anyways,weekend had been pretty much fun,fun,fun! Hmm.Friday had accounts paper1.Dunno a single shit.Had jamming in the afternoon.Queenstown ah! Hehh.Played well i guess.Had to leave after that.Mum was being such a annoyance.Sucked up to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109386589307260998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109386589307260998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-said-you-never-really-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109351561928083664</id><published>2004-08-26T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:46:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm stuck in ways of sadistic joy,And my talent only goes as far as to annoy.*Incubus-The warmth.Hello wello! Prelims have just been oh so bad.I don't think i'm gonna pass 3 subjects.HEH! My mum has been really annoyning and irratating.Oh god.I wish i could just slap her.Argh! Past few days we have been helping nihaad with the gig.Finding for venues.Hah.From polys to parks to NUS.Hope we'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109351561928083664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109351561928083664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-stuck-in-ways-of-sadistic-joyand-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109325866285434771</id><published>2004-08-23T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:26:48.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Down at the beach where i met her,She picked my nose, I felt better.*Watashi wa-The wrong kind.Heys.Bleahs.The whole week has been fucking shitty i swear.It's just so,so shitty.Thanks to THE LOVELY teacher.UGGGHHHHH! I screamed at my brother and mother that day.Its like tag team okay.2 against 1.Pussies.Had english paper 1+2.Manageable.But i screwed up on paper 1.Was suppsoe to write a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109325866285434771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109325866285434771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/down-at-beach-where-i-met-hershe.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109284111737662962</id><published>2004-08-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:00:18.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking my back just to know your name,Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game.*The get up kids-Better half. A pictures speaks a thousand words.I was bored.Please laugh away. "&gt;Why do people move on so easily while some others struggle so hard just to move on? My heart literally ached.It's crying,because it's longing for what used to be,dreams aren't what they used to be.I thought i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109284111737662962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109284111737662962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/breaking-my-back-just-to-know-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109274699969169332</id><published>2004-08-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:35:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scream loud scream sayonara,Sweet josephine will you follow me home?*Coheed and Cambria-A favor house atlantic.Heys.Hahh.Said i wouldn't update but i did ah.Stupid week i tell you.Ugh.Thanks to that certain teacher who just had to call my mother up.My mum is just so..annoying right now.GRR! Damn that teacher.Die!Went to school with sandals.Ugly sandals.Then ms lim asked what happened.So i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109274699969169332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109274699969169332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/scream-loud-scream-sayonarasweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109250312030581030</id><published>2004-08-15T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:38:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like a tiny grain of sand,I'm insignificantWho is a foe, who's a friend, and who pretends.*Tsunami Bomb-The invasion from within.Heys! Hahh.I'm tired of blogging.Tiring uh.Hurrr.This week has been fun.Fun ah fun except for the national days holidays cos' i stayed home! Ahh.WednesdaySchool was fine.Had briefing about the exams and all.Lisa was being uber spastic.HAH.Spasm child.Yea.Lessons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109250312030581030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109250312030581030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/like-tiny-grain-of-sandim.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109203041169252270</id><published>2004-08-09T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T15:25:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I heard you tell all your friends,That you couldn't wait 'til it's through.*AntiFlag-A new kind of army.Heys.Pffrt.Something's wrong with blogger la.My entries are all in chuncks.Hehhh.Anyways,it's been awhile since i blogged.Too lazy/busy with stuff.Haha.With what,i have no idea.But i've been pretty tired lately.Hehh.Hmm..National Day Celebration this year was kinda dull and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109203041169252270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109203041169252270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-i-heard-you-tell-all-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109163056529560977</id><published>2004-08-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T22:54:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is hope for us, There are constants that we can't define.*Keane-Bedshapped. Heys.Pass few days have been..dull.School seems lifeless.Monday wasn't a good day.Assemble in the hall.Mr Lim cannot do public speaking for crying out loud.He is horrible but i guess we should give him some credit for standing on stage and humiliating himself.Heh.Watched Princess Diaries after that.Hee.Mr rooney.=) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109163056529560977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109163056529560977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/there-is-hope-for-us-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109129167943895277</id><published>2004-08-01T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T22:12:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To break these endless lies,Secretly she cries*Radiohead-Karma Police.Heys.Bahh.It's been few days.Blogging is so tiring nowadays.Hah.I'm too lazy to update.Blogging is like a CHORE.I'm such a whore for saying that.HAH.Pffrt.Monday was like any other days.Tuesday was emo day ok.I cried in the toilet.I'm always crying.Ahh.Crybaby! Hoho.Whatever please.Wednesday,everyone was in a tamagochi(?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109129167943895277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109129167943895277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-break-these-endless-liessecretly.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109094105790282573</id><published>2004-07-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T23:14:32.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This collision's reality, Is made to match mine.  *Lagwagon-May16th.  DON'T TALK TO ME,DON'T ACKNOWLEDGE ME ANYMORE,I'M JUST ANOTHER SCORE. Yours truly. &lt;3&lt;/3&lt;&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109094105790282573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109094105790282573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-collisions-reality-is-made-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109068468290150673</id><published>2004-07-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T00:00:47.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take you away,From that empty apartment.You stay,And forget where the heart is. *Slick Shoes-Pass me by. 2 kids in love.They planned thier life.One day,she hoped to be *his wife.But from day one they talked about how thier dreams,might send them away from each other.And now,his chance has finally come around.Question rised,but he still left.Their true love put to the test.Oh no,it's happening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109068468290150673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109068468290150673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/07/take-you-awayfrom-that-empty-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109042050037057268</id><published>2004-07-21T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T18:34:07.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Retrace the steps as if we forgot.  Say you wont care. *Taking Back Sunday-OneEighty by summer.  Heys.I'm so tired.I don't wanna go to school anymore.Pffrt.I'm getting sick of the attitude i'm giving towards my studies.I cannot be bothered anymore cos of my tiredness.Heh.Okays..i think all of that doesn't make any sense.Haha. Anyways,yesterday,a whole lot of us went to seoul garden to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109042050037057268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109042050037057268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/07/retrace-steps-as-if-we-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-109024500043862363</id><published>2004-07-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T22:13:20.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't treat me, i'm to blame.  Don't treat me like i ever accused you. *Mad Caddies-Day by day. HOHO! Haha.It's been a week.Lazy wazy please.Yeps.Past week was okay i guess.Well,i cannot remember.Err..Oh,friday! Hah.There were some aussie in our school.Really good band.But the hall's acoustic just wasn't good.Their show band was THE best.And Mr i-play-the xylo JAMES.Hahh.And Trumpet boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109024500043862363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/109024500043862363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/07/dont-treat-me-im-to-blame.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934223.post-108964301060226112</id><published>2004-07-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T22:37:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why did she put me through such torture?,I would have given my life for her.*Mxpx-KKK took my baby away.Hey ho let's go.Hahh.Been TOO lazy to update.Hahha.School's been alrite.Last week's lesson was okay.Wasn't really draggy or what.Yea.Friday was investiture.Me,debs,tanya making fun of huishan.HAHH.Evil ahh.Yea.Had mass and all also.Finished school at 0930am.Went home to go slack around and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/108964301060226112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934223/posts/default/108964301060226112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-serena.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-did-she-put-me-through-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537037560930055007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
