<?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-9091984</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:40:12.931+08:00</updated><category term='where were you when i needed you most?'/><category term='keep a soccer field away if you don&apos;t wanna get shouted at'/><category term='you&apos;re just another priceless work of art.. in his gallery'/><title type='text'>To the end of time where the rain won't hurt,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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>687</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-5436353222264586058</id><published>2009-03-04T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:07:10.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relink.</title><content type='html'>Moved. &lt;a href="http://splitpromises.livejournal.com/"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt; Add, please thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5436353222264586058?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5436353222264586058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5436353222264586058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/03/relink.html' title='Relink.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8345053349669225160</id><published>2009-03-03T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:14:39.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss MG.</title><content type='html'>I miss (never thought I'd be saying this) MGS.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it's shittiness, I wish I still studied there. Damn you effed up brain for succumbing to the temptation of (annoying) tablet pcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where the hell did I put my MG uniform (?!?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8345053349669225160?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8345053349669225160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8345053349669225160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-mg.html' title='I miss MG.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-2611620508009913800</id><published>2009-03-03T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:53:26.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't started on amaths revision. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-2611620508009913800?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2611620508009913800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2611620508009913800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-started-on-amaths-revision.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6645529756143770843</id><published>2009-02-27T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:05:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country</title><content type='html'>I was devastated (still am) that I couldn't run cross country today because of a simple eye infection. Seriously, I wanted to die when Miss Ang told me I couldn't run. But heck, today was a good day despite cause FRY's cheer-off was dammit awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with hockers at Pastamania. Honestly, I think I was more interested in the food to care about anything else, including the nearby group of teachers, cause I was absolutely famished. I noticed we behaved like model students until the teachers left, where ice bits started to magically shoot itself across the table and sauces started to chemically bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprisingly exhausted though I didn't run so I practically slept through the dental appointment. Then, was absolutely too tired after that to go to a doctor to provide the miracle cure for my eye so instead, I prescribed my own (better) medication. Sleep. It cures everything I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dad woke me up, he was frantic and told me that there was a woman looking for me. I was puzzled but later realised it was my tuition teacher. She looked really pretty and gorgeous today. HAHAHA okay shut up Tessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the list of common test dates, anyone kind enough to tell me? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6645529756143770843?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6645529756143770843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6645529756143770843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-4398686277768385909</id><published>2009-02-26T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:18:54.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So with a throbbing eye that's threatening to explode any minute, and a goddamn headache which is also threatening to destroy the world, I was secretly (not anymore) happy that the match was postponed. Now I just have to work out how I'm gonna prevent my eye and head from destroying the world during cross country tomorrow. It'll be tragic, not to mention very painful (for you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet is bloody leaking and nobody's doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was kind of okay. Naturally, I failed Chinese. I'm not really disappointed, can't say I expected more than that. I wonder if I can be exempted from Chinese, claim that I'm really actually a Caucasion in disguise. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the teachers are reaaaaally starting to get my nerves. Gosh, control your temper, Tessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painpainpain I need to rest the radioactive eye thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-4398686277768385909?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4398686277768385909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4398686277768385909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-with-throbbing-eye-thats-threatening.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-1608350111072796538</id><published>2009-02-20T01:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:54:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH AT 1 A.M.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh why the hell am I staying up till 1 to do homework when I have the whole weekend to finish it? Oh I remember. I'm bloody packed full to the brim with hockey, tuition, more tuition and shit. I hate it when the school gives so much bloody homework to do over the weekends cause apparently we have "more time to do it". But since they take up all our weekday time, we're brutally forced to push all other activities to the weekends so there's no bloody time to do homework. They should think before bombarding us with things but NOOOOO since the system is so smart, they use their brains to think about chocolate pies instead of how to make life easier for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since pokeballs are so freaking amazing and conveniently available at McDonalds, I wanna live in one so I don't need to go to school. HA, what you gonna say NOWWWW, school system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exasperatingly annoyed at both emaths and amaths cause I'm getting every question wrong. I BLAME THE SCHOOL MUAHAHA I FEEL SO EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I am high. NOOO I CANNOT GET HIGH, I NEED TO FREAKING SLEEP HAHAHAHHAHA. OKAY BYE ITEMS AND OBJECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ONE MORE THING BEFORE I ATTEMPT TO SLEEP THROUGH AN OBVIOUSLY SLEEPLESS NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZ7tSbWV0pI/AAAAAAAAA8A/maq1q4F3Y10/s1600-h/Chinghan_acting_sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZ7tSbWV0pI/AAAAAAAAA8A/maq1q4F3Y10/s320/Chinghan_acting_sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304938311923913362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU AND YOUR UNGLAMNESS TOH CHINGHAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1608350111072796538?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1608350111072796538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1608350111072796538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/high-at-1-am.html' title='HIGH AT 1 A.M.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZ7tSbWV0pI/AAAAAAAAA8A/maq1q4F3Y10/s72-c/Chinghan_acting_sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-6099194709698598865</id><published>2009-02-18T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:34:29.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day? Bad day? ):D</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I can't take it any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger.&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger,&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through my fingers&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO. Cramps are effing pain, but at least I'm reassured that my period is (finally) coming and I am not pregnant with Aqeela's child. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee just drew something really funny which nobody but James and I laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE. HATE SCHOOL. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6099194709698598865?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6099194709698598865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6099194709698598865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-day-bad-day-d.html' title='Good day? Bad day? ):D'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-3060921708220269965</id><published>2009-02-17T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:03:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tsk why isn't the pictures showing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel accomplished today because I removed Megan's bra HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel unaccomplished today because let's just say academics is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy hell, I haven't started on any (overdue) homework or studying. I realised after coming back home that I didn't actually have tuition (!@#$%) and since nobody sat down with me to force me to study, I ended up sprawled on the couch relaxing/tv-ing/sleeping. What a lazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey but this is first time in weeks I've watched the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing,&lt;br /&gt;Please just take a gun and shoot me. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm better off fucking dead anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-3060921708220269965?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3060921708220269965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3060921708220269965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/tsk-why-isnt-pictures-showing-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5815584390587767075</id><published>2009-02-17T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:17:02.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;And shut up please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5815584390587767075?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5815584390587767075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5815584390587767075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-keep-screwing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6509297566735706474</id><published>2009-02-16T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:32:29.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE48PRdpI/AAAAAAAAA7I/sFZ6-SCQELw/s1600-h/CIMG8453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE48PRdpI/AAAAAAAAA7I/sFZ6-SCQELw/s320/CIMG8453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303416149983196818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE5O996fI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/vN_X5VZL_yE/s1600-h/CIMG8478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE5O996fI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/vN_X5VZL_yE/s320/CIMG8478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303416155010886130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmGJk2-CxI/AAAAAAAAA7w/oNUQUBeFgdQ/s1600-h/CIMG8480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmGJk2-CxI/AAAAAAAAA7w/oNUQUBeFgdQ/s320/CIMG8480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303417535276649234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE6Gy-sSI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dxnOBMTyf3Y/s1600-h/CIMG8491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE6Gy-sSI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dxnOBMTyf3Y/s320/CIMG8491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303416169997185314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmGbDQz2MI/AAAAAAAAA74/l83q_8o-V84/s1600-h/CIMG8469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmGbDQz2MI/AAAAAAAAA74/l83q_8o-V84/s320/CIMG8469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303417835495872706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE59xNjrI/AAAAAAAAA7g/yo5xLvKkGYg/s1600-h/CIMG8502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE59xNjrI/AAAAAAAAA7g/yo5xLvKkGYg/s320/CIMG8502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303416167573851826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE5bouwpI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xZilvq6cPRE/s1600-h/CIMG8465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE5bouwpI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xZilvq6cPRE/s320/CIMG8465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303416158411473554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great times, great times.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't think we look sec one at all HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sec one a lot a lot a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6509297566735706474?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6509297566735706474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6509297566735706474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-remember-this-great-times-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SZmE48PRdpI/AAAAAAAAA7I/sFZ6-SCQELw/s72-c/CIMG8453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-8615203544285890137</id><published>2009-02-16T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:28:53.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh, my tablet's so effing annoying (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen if I absolutely refuse to do homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8615203544285890137?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8615203544285890137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8615203544285890137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh-my-tablets-so-effing-annoying-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-3879276040529881060</id><published>2009-02-15T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:07:25.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh baby, don't drive me crazy.</title><content type='html'>My aircon's spitting out water, how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm at a loss of what to do cause I don't know what homework I have, what tests are coming, what's handed up by when, how to do the fucking homework, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring back my SS powerpack. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to see bloody _ on monday cause apparently, "she can't trust me" and I've been a bad girl. Demerits are flying into my pocket I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tablet keeps hanging, freezing, crashing, shutting down, blue screen.. Basically everything bad is happening to the bloody thing. Annoying like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna persuade my parents to allow me to skip school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-3879276040529881060?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3879276040529881060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3879276040529881060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-baby-dont-drive-me-crazy.html' title='Oh baby, don&apos;t drive me crazy.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5269217819083378162</id><published>2009-02-13T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:29:00.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crezawards 09</title><content type='html'>Crezawards was really fun with the hockers, going crazy and, well, going crazy. The hockers are good people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniper was awesome omg (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tired bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5269217819083378162?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5269217819083378162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5269217819083378162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/crezawards-09.html' title='Crezawards 09'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-2853028845838001743</id><published>2009-02-13T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:05:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biatchness.</title><content type='html'>I am even more effing pissed that the teachers are not even a mere 50% understanding. I swore and cursed so now I feel vulgar and dirty. But do I give a damn? Bloody no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up on trying to finish my homework, understanding the shit, or paying attention in class cause I screw up everything I try to do. Academics, go to hell and suffer (not die, cause if you die, you can't suffer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-2853028845838001743?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2853028845838001743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2853028845838001743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/biatchness.html' title='Biatchness.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6541909041090451237</id><published>2009-02-12T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:13:14.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Match against yuhua</title><content type='html'>Cannot cannot cannot be complacent. But we won the match, that's what matters. My love to Michelle and Verity. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bloody effing behind on homework and lessons because of overwhelming hockey and I'm sick of reaching home everyday after dark. It pisses me off that the teachers are not 110% understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanna jab the homework list till it dies of over-jabbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6541909041090451237?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6541909041090451237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6541909041090451237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/match-against-yuhua.html' title='Match against yuhua'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-533918426678099167</id><published>2009-02-11T08:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:10:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of roses, of love, or murder.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was kinda tiring. Aqeela, Lim min and I went all the way to Tiong but the shop was murdered so we couldn't buy paint. Then that call-for-lousy-information hotline, 100, was especially unhelpful cause they only have the number of Self-Fix all the way at East Coast and it was rather out of the way for us helpless creatures. Then Lim min had stuffings on so Aqeela and I went on a romantic date and ended up having sex oops I mean having fun at IMM. Managed to buy paint so we were happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is boring me to death and I don't give a damn about the speed of which balls fall and rise (HAHAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a shit day cause there's Amaths, Chinese, Chem SPA and Training. All my least favourite subjects/activities in a day. I seriously cannot stand days where I end effing late and have no time whatsoever to do homework. I've got 2 overdue emaths, 6 overdue chinese, amaths exercise, physics homework and literature shit-that-I-don't-know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to training. :@ :@ :@ :@ :@ :@ :@ :@ :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-533918426678099167?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/533918426678099167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/533918426678099167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-of-roses-of-love-or-murder.html' title='A day of roses, of love, or murder.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-7853431148385455662</id><published>2009-02-04T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:19:20.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Chemistry-Like Terms.</title><content type='html'>What's the meaning of enociate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was super fun today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was a very interesting and awesomely awesome day. Met Liz, Ching and Rach and I was high almost the whole time cause hello it's Liz Ching and Rach, what could be more high-stimulating than that? Ate the wonderous Carl's Junior and felt immensely satisfied then really really sleepy. Ate dinner immediately after that (gosh, I felt bloated dammit) and slept at 10 without touching homework or studying for SS test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late this morning and rushed like an armpitless chicken and ended up reaching school earlier than usual haha. Panicked cause of undone homework and unstudied book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad bad girl who's done some bad bad things. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need earsticks. Ahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah maths. :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7853431148385455662?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7853431148385455662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7853431148385455662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-chemistry-like-terms.html' title='More Chemistry-Like Terms.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-2105042608473606547</id><published>2009-02-03T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:36:40.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So once againl, I'm missing peer leading and I feel so bad about it. But I guess Chemistry's more important right? And I don't think the sec ones are missing us at all, I remember I used to dread peer leading last time cause all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to stop getting annoyed so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I've got something going on everyday, which is quite an okay thing if you really think about it. But the thing is, not many people really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of hungry. I wonder if we're gonna eat later. So exciting, I really miss Liz Ching and Rach (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say the wrong things at the wrong time. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-2105042608473606547?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2105042608473606547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2105042608473606547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-once-againl-im-missing-peer-leading.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-3653320520222538850</id><published>2009-02-02T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:39:10.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Tuesday is.. I don't know.</title><content type='html'>Match today, we won 1-0. Thank goodness I didn't have to play if not I think the headache would have killed me flat. Felt really (as in really really really) sick after the match even though I didn't step into the pitch and died on the bus trip back. What a tragic end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept and slept on the way home, slept and slept when I reached home home, but right now, I'm still tired and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out about school. I'm wondering when Chem SPA make-up is. I'm annoyed that my sister didn't return me the webcam. Actually no, scratch all that. I couldn't care less about anything other than how delicious my pomelo is. My happiness lies in the hands of a pomelo, absolutely fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I can't stop talking when I'm nervous. And I need to do homework. But I didn't bring a single piece of homework back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever gonna sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-3653320520222538850?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3653320520222538850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3653320520222538850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-want-for-tuesday-is-i-dont-know.html' title='All I want for Tuesday is.. I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-4302491436807132316</id><published>2009-02-01T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:20:55.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the game against STC and I've got aches all over my body, a headache, and gosh I feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-4302491436807132316?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4302491436807132316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4302491436807132316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrows-game-against-stc-and-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6825061206993253215</id><published>2009-02-01T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:54:14.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot what I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I am so forgetful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6825061206993253215?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6825061206993253215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6825061206993253215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-forgot-what-i-wanted-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-9203847871637640120</id><published>2009-01-31T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:02:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream!</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, Kim Hyun Joong came to my balcony/garden area to sing for me (HAHA). Then one night, he wasn't there because Verity's brother was sitting on the swing there emo-ing. Then I went to ask him why he was emo-ing but I got stopped by my parents because they wanted to show me the 3 cats they got for me, one furry white, one black (with glittering fur) and another unknown one haha. I remember all 3 of them were super fierce though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, that's the stupidest (but happiest, cause it involved cats) dream I've ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-9203847871637640120?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/9203847871637640120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/9203847871637640120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream.html' title='Dream!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6489620734674615121</id><published>2009-01-30T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:12:39.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are msn and blogger being such nasty things to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY TUESDAY TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;So exciting, going out with awesome people. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6489620734674615121?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6489620734674615121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6489620734674615121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-are-msn-and-blogger-being-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5780941675784727460</id><published>2009-01-30T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:21:13.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotient Law.</title><content type='html'>Teacher has a very blank expression today. Actually, he has a blank expression everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess seems like it'll never come. But I'm really excited that school ends at 1 today. I don't know if I have anything after school. I think I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home cause my tummy hurts and my head spins. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is making my day crazaye and being evil cause (s)he doesn't want to tell me her blog url. I can't believe I thought James was a quiet (wo)man when I first saw (her)him. And James is so stupid that (s)he did the entire maths exercise again without realising (s)he'd already done it before. And (s)he looks so constipated oops I mean concentrated on maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5780941675784727460?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5780941675784727460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5780941675784727460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotient-law.html' title='Quotient Law.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5064472320988567916</id><published>2009-01-29T13:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:02:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a dead insect at the door.</title><content type='html'>I feel strangely lethargic, weirdly at peace, contradictingly worried, and bored. And a lil happy as well. I guess I feel happy when there are people around. People can make you feel a lot of things, and now they make me feel happy. Awesomez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hockey for me today. I swear I will die a terrible death if I go. But then again coach will murder me if I don't go. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tsk how unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah so tired. Headache is nagging and scraping my brain. I want to hiss at headache. Haha hiss. English teacher told us to use interesting words like "hiss". I should snap, growl, shriek and yell at headache too. English teacher will be so proud of me. I forgot her name though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharyl's becoming whiter. Or rather, paler. I guess that's what teaching does to you. It sucks out all your brain juice and blood and gives you wrinkles and makes you age faster. Muahaha. I will use the teachers' brain juice I have harvested to create the elixir of knowledge so that I will rule the world and thus own all cats. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home and hide in my corner. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5064472320988567916?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5064472320988567916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5064472320988567916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-dead-insect-at-door.html' title='There&apos;s a dead insect at the door.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-1877039923989394218</id><published>2009-01-28T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:44:08.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pull yourself together, Tessa.&lt;br /&gt;You're stronger than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(But not strong enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1877039923989394218?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1877039923989394218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1877039923989394218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-decided-that-i-will-not-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-7268278150946095999</id><published>2009-01-28T08:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:26:56.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James and Jake</title><content type='html'>Hello people Jake here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is beside me now and (s)he's going crazy. I wouldn't say it's my fault (s)he's crazy, I just like to think of myself as a factor of his(her) crazed sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're the awesome gay couple, James and Jake! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7268278150946095999?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7268278150946095999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7268278150946095999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/james-is-beside-me-now-and-shes-going.html' title='James and Jake'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8936177473022638895</id><published>2009-01-27T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:00:19.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Jake is a robot with artificial intelligence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jake says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ok.. So, are you concerned by the expansion of the universe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate makes me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jake says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Don't you find the fact that everything is zooming further and further into space unsettling? The Doppler effect, the galaxies drifting in an empty vastness, everything red shifted. The inherent loneliness of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate makes me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;Cool tell me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jake says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I think about stuff like that a lot. I guess I have some pretty neurotic traits. Maybe that's why I like chatting so much. When I talk to people I don't have time to think. When I'm by myself - that's when the thoughts start creeping up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate makes me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Artificial intelligence is GOOD. As in really really really GOOOOOD. O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8936177473022638895?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8936177473022638895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8936177473022638895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/jake-is-robot-with-artificial.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-3317208332385301916</id><published>2009-01-27T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:07:03.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>CNY's all about eating unhealthily, isn't it? I drank a thousand cans of soft drinks and tournament starts soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Piano is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THERE'S SCHOOL TOMORROW?!??!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;How come I didn't know?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-3317208332385301916?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3317208332385301916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3317208332385301916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5143095940521635739</id><published>2009-01-26T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:49:37.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think being the life of a personal secretary may be rather interesting. Right now, I'm smsing for vic and working as her personal secretary. Haha. I may even go to post on her blog muaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5143095940521635739?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5143095940521635739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5143095940521635739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-being-life-of-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-9107682287798045608</id><published>2009-01-26T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:12:18.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like oh Like my Like god! :O</title><content type='html'>Today (or rather, yesterday since it's past 12) was all eating and eating. And gosh I love all the CNY goodies and stuffing yourself till you die kind of feeling. No actually I change my mind. I hate it. It made me puke. But I love it cause if I didn't, I wouldn't have eaten so much till I puked. So I do like it. But then again, it's evil. So I hate it. But I don't hate it, cause I don't feel like killing it. Gosh it's so hard to decide whether you love or hate something. Better just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling disturbingly unreasonable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like dying right now cause my sister turned off the wireless while I was halfway downloading a bloody huge file. But nevermind, I can always waste another 2 hours of precious electricity waiting for the file to finish downloading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-9107682287798045608?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/9107682287798045608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/9107682287798045608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-oh-like-my-like-god-o.html' title='Like oh Like my Like god! :O'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6585296942001145810</id><published>2009-01-24T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:50:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross (!)</title><content type='html'>Training was alright except for one awkwardly embarrassing moment where I almost puked in anger at the stupidity of myself. Tsk, too unfocused too many times. 50% of the time, my mind was wandering off, straying away (a lot) from the game, which was probably the reason why I felt training was okay cause all frustration of goals let in was pushed aside by other thoughts. 500% of the time, my head was throbbing and I felt like killing the stupid helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of loved the 8 rounds after training. I just feel so at peace when running ya know? I'm suprised I can still keep up with the team after not running the full amount since sec 2, when I stupidly started keeper training, (I HATE THE HELMET).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday day/night was the kind of day/night that you never ever want to end. Went home reallyyyy late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6585296942001145810?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6585296942001145810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6585296942001145810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/gross.html' title='Gross (!)'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-370857476093359927</id><published>2009-01-22T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:51:32.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>So right now I'm rotting in geog class, wishing there was no such thing as maps and suffering from an excruciating headache and a very lethargic mind. Even Sharyl's cuteness can't cure the headache. I'm thinking of giving training a miss later because I feel real sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm suffering from a post-high crash, if there's such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home and take panadolllllll for the headache or maybe sleep it away since panadol is actually evil haha I bet you didn't know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-370857476093359927?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/370857476093359927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/370857476093359927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-4332641442687517487</id><published>2009-01-21T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:01:30.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(!)</title><content type='html'>I guess Mr Poon was feeling rather random so he decided to hop into 3G2 and take photos of me oops I mean us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SXb9tTvCcSI/AAAAAAAAA64/vuYMAmW_eSE/s1600-h/DSCN8257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SXb9tTvCcSI/AAAAAAAAA64/vuYMAmW_eSE/s320/DSCN8257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293697366854103330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SXb9tgAetEI/AAAAAAAAA7A/X43OOutVmEc/s1600-h/DSCN8258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SXb9tgAetEI/AAAAAAAAA7A/X43OOutVmEc/s320/DSCN8258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293697370148484162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I left my emaths test in school so can't sign it. That's bothering me to bits, I am so forgetful. Anyway, I got a perfect 10 (upon 20). Tsk, I need to not be so careless. Butbut at least I passed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wayyyyy too positive for my own good HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm really excited to paint the FRY banner (don't know why, I've never been this excited about something so... compulsory) but when I arrive home all hyped up about purple, I don't even have time to go to my very purple room to satisfy my purple madness. Why? I arrive at the front door, and my tuition teacher is standing there waiting, with no one to let him in (HAHA). So we graciously let him in to comfort his tired aching limbs with nice, cool air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, while he is relaxing at on the chair waiting, I'm scurrying around trying to find my books. My brain has no more juice, my eyes are tired, my limbs aren't mine to control... Basically I'm drained out. Finally, I sit down to be tutored. I bombard Tutor with Physics questions cause Mr Wong didn't make sense in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all exhausted personells, distraction distracts me. I start thinking about how I'm sure I'll get distracted because I'm so easily distracted. And that thought about being distracted distracts me for a couple of seconds so I don't catch Tutor says. He repeats; He's a patient guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours of mentally torturing physics (actually, it was more torturous trying to keep awake than learning the physics itself), I surrender to the nice comfy bed only to jump back up in the shock and horror of realising that amaths homework is due tomorrow, another set of amaths homework due the day after that, I didn't bring back emaths paper, there's emaths homework, I haven't read the Lit book, I didn't bring it home, there's SS test I have to start studying for, and bloody hell was I that sleepy that I didn't realise Tutor gave me a thousand more physics questions for homework?! All my gratitude of Tutor's patience just flew a displacement of one thousand miles away, measured by a giant vernier calipers, at a velocity of 10000000 m s ^-1. (Did I even use those terms correctly?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to be ignorant of doing all homework given and waste time complaining about it on my blog. I have done so. But don't worry, procrastination has only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I shouldn't be complaining too much. Whenever I think we were given too much homework, I think of the triple classes. Tsktsk compared to them, double classes really do have it easy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I feel accomplished, if only writing eng/lit/geog/ss/chi essays were this easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-4332641442687517487?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4332641442687517487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4332641442687517487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_144.html' title='(!)'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SXb9tTvCcSI/AAAAAAAAA64/vuYMAmW_eSE/s72-c/DSCN8257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-1812912865810492910</id><published>2009-01-21T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:30:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:@</title><content type='html'>It's so easy to feel annoyed, so easy to switch off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1812912865810492910?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1812912865810492910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1812912865810492910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_21.html' title=':@'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-330411293159169691</id><published>2009-01-20T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:32:38.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather boring day. I thought physics spa would be alright but it proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY decorations have been going on great, now the classroom looks preeeetty like meeeee! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in the school carpark dying in the car cause my mom met her friend and they're talking. Since my mom is Non-Stop Talker #1, I'm predicting they'll take a long long time. I need to go to the toilet but the nearest toilet is alllll the way at the parade square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-330411293159169691?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/330411293159169691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/330411293159169691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-2947810452423312563</id><published>2009-01-20T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:16:04.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>So since my brain doesn't register things my ears hear, I conveniently made so many overlapping dates. And I feel really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Teacher is here. Gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-2947810452423312563?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2947810452423312563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2947810452423312563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_20.html' title='!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5947853428004129870</id><published>2009-01-18T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:19:09.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost homework list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SXLLlN50ENI/AAAAAAAAA6o/YKp01XXAQLk/s1600-h/PC0300942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SXLLlN50ENI/AAAAAAAAA6o/YKp01XXAQLk/s400/PC0300942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292516352361500882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my purple post-it notes which contains my homework list so by solely relying on my absent-minded brain, I barely remember half of the homework we were given. Oh well, it's alright; I'll do it in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 out of 3 of my hamsters don't allow me to touch them and ferociously tear at my skin when I attempt to touch them. I'm devastated omg my life is completely over we're all gonna die it's the end of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Is this true or false: "This sentence is false.".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5947853428004129870?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5947853428004129870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5947853428004129870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-homework-list.html' title='Lost homework list.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SXLLlN50ENI/AAAAAAAAA6o/YKp01XXAQLk/s72-c/PC0300942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-7216910910544411295</id><published>2009-01-17T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:28:23.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilt.</title><content type='html'>I am so tired, I want to sleep but there are guests to entertain so I shouldn't even be on the computer. Tsk, so antisocial. Bad headache, eyelids closing despite a long nap in the afternoon. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll discover I'm sick and need not go to school on Monday. Omg so exciting haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so spoilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7216910910544411295?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7216910910544411295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7216910910544411295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/spoilt.html' title='Spoilt.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8488568446155554921</id><published>2009-01-16T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:37:58.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister's friends are over and therefore, I have been confined to the four walls of my room with screaming boys (literally) just outside the door disturbing my atttempts to attempt homework. Kind of interesting actually, they're recording some song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I feel like puking ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8488568446155554921?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8488568446155554921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8488568446155554921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sisters-friends-are-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-7779393391186282230</id><published>2009-01-16T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:42:38.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7779393391186282230?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7779393391186282230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7779393391186282230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8665982598809213449</id><published>2009-01-16T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:33:33.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, Sharyl's so cute. I bet if she was in a guy's school, the guys won't be able to concentrate. See, NJ people? You're missing out on cute teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands have no more energy to type. Bye, gonna try to pay attention instead of absorbing cuteness radiating out of Sharyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8665982598809213449?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8665982598809213449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8665982598809213449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/geography.html' title='Geography.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8956253622821408115</id><published>2009-01-14T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:04:01.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza</title><content type='html'>Drifting - it's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum everything up, today was once again a draggy day but Chem SPA was rather exciting. At least we didn't have to stay in class the whole day. Beared the constant nausea oh and my eyes felt like popping out again. Stupid glasses. After school was slightly better cause there was pizza. At least I didn't regurgitate the pizza. That'd be completely gross to everyone but me cause I think it'd be kinda interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm freaked out to say that tuition was strangely relaxing today. I felt like I could do ANY maths problem chucked at me with Teacher there because obviously if I couldn't do it, Teacher would help me. Once Teacher left, I was stuck at the first maths problem I attempted to attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hamster's name shall be... Friend. Come and meet Friend everyone! But blah, now I have a 3 (billion) cages to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I like everything. Even horrible things you think I don't like just because I say I don't like it okay shaddup Tessa you no make no sense. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. After reading this post, I realise I do sound quite weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8956253622821408115?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8956253622821408115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8956253622821408115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/pizza.html' title='Pizza'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-310699258884725903</id><published>2009-01-14T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:48:52.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the heart that feels the pain, thus the mind goes crazy again.</title><content type='html'>I really have no comments. I'm kinda really sort of a little extremely ecstatic now cause Miss Tan isn't in class woohoo I'm the happiest girl on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't so easy to push it all away, but I'll do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances is disturbed by knuckle-cracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a walk. Class is boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-310699258884725903?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/310699258884725903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/310699258884725903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-heart-that-feels-pain-thus-mind.html' title='It&apos;s the heart that feels the pain, thus the mind goes crazy again.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-113749547341744300</id><published>2009-01-14T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:03:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes! They burn!</title><content type='html'>My eyes feel like they're popping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in maths even after Mr Keong's explained things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-113749547341744300?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/113749547341744300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/113749547341744300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-eyes-they-burn.html' title='My eyes! They burn!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-1399587064404983748</id><published>2009-01-13T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:00:09.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you remember the picture I posted a few days ago of 3 ugly little pink aliens oops I mean baby hamsters? Well they're not aliens anymore and thus fit to join the world of hamsters. Gave one away already today so there's two left for now. CUTE OR NOT? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxIIsNixoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6Mcq_EgVeiQ/s1600-h/PB280089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxIIsNixoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6Mcq_EgVeiQ/s320/PB280089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290682976397608578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're still tiny enough to be able to fit side-by-side in the tube. But they're growing fast and Phoebe won't like them anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHBO897lI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3vONSBYLvs8/s1600-h/PB280077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHBO897lI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3vONSBYLvs8/s320/PB280077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290681748772744786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHA331YbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/iOe6VrTDOfc/s1600-h/PB280066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHA331YbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/iOe6VrTDOfc/s320/PB280066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290681742577197490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHAm3sKSI/AAAAAAAAA54/4V9-1kSMJVA/s1600-h/PB280065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHAm3sKSI/AAAAAAAAA54/4V9-1kSMJVA/s320/PB280065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290681738013190434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHAdVtZYI/AAAAAAAAA5w/2Mr_8SxLI9Q/s1600-h/PB280062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHAdVtZYI/AAAAAAAAA5w/2Mr_8SxLI9Q/s320/PB280062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290681735454745986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHAGyDexI/AAAAAAAAA5o/devwJsmaC8o/s1600-h/PB280056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxHAGyDexI/AAAAAAAAA5o/devwJsmaC8o/s320/PB280056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290681729399618322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't see if they're male or female though. Too young I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring and draggy day. It just went on and on and on and on and on... (You get the gist). Overdue homework's piling, oh no. Blah I'm tired, may update more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1399587064404983748?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1399587064404983748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1399587064404983748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-remember-picture-i-posted-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWxIIsNixoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6Mcq_EgVeiQ/s72-c/PB280089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-7559069709490142215</id><published>2009-01-12T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:40:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG MY FINGER FEELS LIKE IT'S BEING BURNT/CHEWED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I'm left with no time for homework. I don't care, the teachers are just gonna have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7559069709490142215?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7559069709490142215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7559069709490142215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-my-finger-feels-like-its-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6560453113761196430</id><published>2009-01-12T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:47:50.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resigned.</title><content type='html'>In another billion hours at 1330, I'll be released from this hell of a classroom. I'll be down at the secret location (so secret, even I don't know) where the sacred hockey trials is conducted. I'm counting down the minutes, which move ever so slowly bloody hell. I don't like hockey trials, but anything is better than having to listen to such horrible lullabies, you can't even fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so out-of-touch with everything because everyday is so busy and packed that by the time I get home it's freaking 9pm (!!) No time for homework, piano (cries), MTV (bawls), hamsters (completely dies) and gosh what is up with my glasses I'm getting all dizzy and headacheish and faintish and vomityish and painish. Okay maybe it's not the poor glasses fault but whatever, doesn't change the fact that I just want to lie in bed and sleep it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that there was campfire on Friday and CCA day on Saturday, then there was/is hockey on Saturday, SUNDAY and also on Monday? And to act as a cherry to top that all off, we were given a whole pile of homework. I haven't/didn't finish emaths homework (let alone study for the test), amaths work, chem work, physics work, bloody cheena tb work and who knows what else. Knowing how stupid I am in class, I'm pretty sure I've missed out more than one billion pounds of homework. I pity the triple classes, they must have double the amount we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the !@#$ there's a geog quiz today?!?! And I didn't bring the bloody drawing book or whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so complainy, I feel so bitchy now. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder how the NJ people are coping on their first day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6560453113761196430?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6560453113761196430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6560453113761196430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/resigned.html' title='Resigned.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-4890713648578186422</id><published>2009-01-11T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:10:04.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG HOMEWORK ROCKS.</title><content type='html'>Homework is so wonderfully fantastically amazingly brilliantly terrifically tremendously remarkably sensationally miraculously incredibly magnificently phenomenally fun, don't you agree? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-4890713648578186422?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4890713648578186422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4890713648578186422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-homework-rocks.html' title='OMG HOMEWORK ROCKS.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5788561897564950914</id><published>2009-01-10T18:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:32:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec one days</title><content type='html'>You know now that I think about it, I can't remember much about my sec one days other than doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiEvigxvoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ehv2CIfo3Pg/s1600-h/n694848805_1353900_3537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiEvigxvoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ehv2CIfo3Pg/s320/n694848805_1353900_3537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289623714599648898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiEvpJYr4I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Ry5LWvAT7JU/s1600-h/n694848805_1353886_9097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiEvpJYr4I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Ry5LWvAT7JU/s320/n694848805_1353886_9097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289623716380585858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiFR33QgZI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bVfwJxr8WwY/s1600-h/n694848805_1353898_2826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiFR33QgZI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bVfwJxr8WwY/s320/n694848805_1353898_2826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289624304446636434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiF1jlcA8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/dYnLnwfl4Ts/s1600-h/n694848805_1353927_7529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiF1jlcA8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/dYnLnwfl4Ts/s320/n694848805_1353927_7529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289624917478474690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can read my 2007 archive to find out what else I did, but I vomit after reading January's posts. Hmm I remember that Harriet sat on bird shit in sec one and I laughed my head off. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's campfire was crazy and I went super high, high as in, drinking ten 1.5 litre bottles of Coke in addition to normal high, kind of high but except I didn't drink Coke but achieved the same results. And by the way, I think I'm making perfect sense so don't tell me I don't cause I'll cry and make your feet wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm picking the pie over the dung, in other words, I'm choosing to be positive (a.k.a. pie!) instead of negative (a.k.a. dunggg) about everything that comes my way, or blocks my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA day was kinda crazy and kinda enjoyable. I kinda liked it so I felt kinda sad when hockers had to kinda leave for the (kinda?!) match. So many kindas. Anyway, I'm super proud of the sec 2 hockers, they put so much effort into making the hockey souvenir. Hockey stick made of wax leh! So creative. I stole one cause they were just plain irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE PLEASE PICK THE PIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5788561897564950914?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5788561897564950914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5788561897564950914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/sec-one-days.html' title='Sec one days'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SWiEvigxvoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ehv2CIfo3Pg/s72-c/n694848805_1353900_3537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-1946043250013261423</id><published>2009-01-09T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:36:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathsmathsmathsmaths</title><content type='html'>I'm annoyed and frustrated with bloody amaths cause I take so freaking long to understand things and I'm making numerous stupid careless mistakes which is so dumb. It's only chapter 2 and I'm struggling with understanding, oh no what will I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1946043250013261423?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1946043250013261423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1946043250013261423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/mathsmathsmathsmaths.html' title='Mathsmathsmathsmaths'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-522697520875181246</id><published>2009-01-08T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:54:05.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy day</title><content type='html'>The classes are getting increasingly boring but I just discovered that I absolutely love thursdays. The teachers on thursdays are kind of hmm interesting so I guess it's more funny wunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after training, rushed back to school to put goalie pads and since it was already 6+++++pm, I decided to stay and wait for Vic. One thing led to another (sounds kinda wrong haha), ended up at her house and did naughty things (wrongerrrr) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting for my mom to pick me up in a taxi haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SUPER EXCITED FOR CAMPFIRE TOMORROW HAHA. It'll be all dark and romantic and I'll have a &lt;s&gt;candle light&lt;/s&gt; campfire light dinner with the sec ones and all the other people attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-522697520875181246?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/522697520875181246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/522697520875181246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-happy-day.html' title='Happy happy day'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-4942567048802254775</id><published>2009-01-07T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:47:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What sights excite.</title><content type='html'>Today, I picked up a rock from the ground and I'm going to give it to my parents as a present. I guess they can use it as a paperweight or keep it as a pet since they hate cleaning and taking care of furry objects. I'm gonna wash it and decorate it first though hehehe so exciting I hope they like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really like my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeper training was actually kind of fun haha. I hate just standing around blocking goals so today when we finally got some action, it was fun. At least we got to move around. Moving is fun, doncha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of enjoying school now since I realised just how much I can know (know, not learn) from listening in class. I'm still as blur and distracted as ever but hey, what's a life without a little carefreeness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home today around 9pm because the stupid bus refused to come for me. Am I that repulsive?! Well I've had training and stuffings today so I'm exhausted but I still have bloody homework to do. Gahhhhhh sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, just sometimes, when shit happens, it's better to just stay silent and pray it'll pass. That's what I'm gonna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-4942567048802254775?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4942567048802254775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4942567048802254775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-sights-excite.html' title='What sights excite.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-1607298920385333501</id><published>2009-01-06T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:44:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're on a diet, I'm eating chocolate! :)</title><content type='html'>Classes were kinda okay and I realised that if I pay attention, the class seems to go by faster and faster and faster. Class is especially enjoyable when there are, uh, things to observe (maniacal laughter). Anyway I'm sitting at the back of the class, rather inconvenient if one isn't amazingly tall, but good otherwise. I can still pay mighty attention to Mr Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House party was kinda sort of a little fun. The sec ones weren't nearly as enthusiastic as I hoped they would be but were more enthusiastic than I expected them to be. Am I making sense? Blah. Well I was kinda high during the house party, that was good. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's training tomorrow for goalkeepers. !@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that this is not a year for playing or going out of control so I'm going to be really studious, pay attention in all classes and do homework (whimpers) cause I don't want to end up lagging behind (again). I can't believe I actually asked my mom to give me tuition. Haha but well, when have my decisions ever been solid? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Liz is doing. It's so weird just walking by and waving to her. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that first impressions are always last impressions, and whatever comes after that is "Not Applicable".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1607298920385333501?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1607298920385333501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1607298920385333501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-on-diet-im-eating-chocolate.html' title='You&apos;re on a diet, I&apos;m eating chocolate! :)'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-586583763820824430</id><published>2009-01-04T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:19:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>Today I bought a 3 storey cage for the hamsters and I fed them apples and hardboiled egg so I think they're gonna gain one billion kg and Phoebe's gonna hate them. Can't move the Mommy with babies to the 3 storey yet though cause I don't want more dead baby hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do maths holiday homework, but I don't have the Specimen Paper thing. I think I lost it, darn. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tablet's all screwed and unfriendly. Maybe it's angry that I haven't been using it as often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh okay byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-586583763820824430?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/586583763820824430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/586583763820824430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_04.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6268894019681009563</id><published>2009-01-01T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:33:32.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SVyM-itGWAI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Q_1lMHw4XFY/s1600-h/29122008_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SVyM-itGWAI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Q_1lMHw4XFY/s320/29122008_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286255068721862658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my hammies a few days ago when they were still ugly. They're freaking cute now muahaha I'm gonna squish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg school starts tomorrow and not a scrap of homework done. Homework time (soon)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows who has class chalet photos? Cause (bloody) cheena homework needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and yesterday, Tish, Liv, Victor, Ai and I went to Wild Wild Wet where we waved at the unfriendly lifeguards (who are now our slaves) and after much deliberation, gave the rank of Head Slave to a particularly awesome lifeguard. I swear that was more entertaining than all the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 hours in Wild Wild Wet, we went to meet with Chris and Tiff and all the other billion family members and ended up squeezing a billion people into one bowling lane. After another billion family members joined us, we finally split lanes. Still, a few had to sit out cause hello there's a billion people in the lane. I'm exaggerating btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a ton of food. That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, back to the Hiong's house for an awesome night of Guitar Hero. Omg the guy singing in Guitar Hero is so freaking ugly I couldn't stop laughing. Then blah blah the count down, that part's not exciting. Then we played crazy card games which involved a lot of shouting from my part and then I forgot what else we did but everything occupied us till 4 am when we finally slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never sleep next to Victor omg he's so violent and does weird things in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we got awoken at 10 am and everyone left. Today's a bad day cause the whole Australian clan is going back and I'm stuck at home looking for more ways to procrastinate so I don't have to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6268894019681009563?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6268894019681009563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6268894019681009563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SVyM-itGWAI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Q_1lMHw4XFY/s72-c/29122008_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-9044077901934778496</id><published>2008-12-30T11:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:17:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice skating</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, hockey from 8am-3pm. Omg I was falling asleep haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, Tish, Liv, Chris and I went ice skating later that day. Omg ice skating was fun! Only problem is that the feet hurt (a lot) after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something naughty after that which caused me to erupt in maniacal, crazy, uncontrollable laughter for as long as that naughty thing lasted and no it wasn't drugs or alcohol but I swear I'm not gonna do that naughty thing again cause the laughing was kinda embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey just for information, this is how your body responds to Coca Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In The First 10 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; 10 teaspoons of sugar hit your system. (100% of your recommended daily intake.) You don’t immediately vomit from the overwhelming sweetness because phosphoric acid cuts the flavor allowing you to keep it down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;!--skip translation--&gt;&lt;!--end skip translation--&gt; Your blood sugar spikes, causing an insulin burst. Your liver responds to this by turning any sugar it can get its hands on into fat. (There’s &lt;em&gt;plenty &lt;/em&gt;of that at this particular moment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; Caffeine absorption is complete. Your pupils dilate, your &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.healthbolt.net/2006/12/08/what-happens-to-your-body-if-you-drink-a-coke-right-now/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"&gt;blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rises, as a response your livers dumps &lt;em&gt;more sugar&lt;/em&gt; into your bloodstream. The adenosine receptors in your brain are now blocked preventing drowsiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; Your body ups your dopamine production stimulating the pleasure centers of your brain. This is physically the same way heroin works, by the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;60 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; The phosphoric acid binds calcium, magnesium and zinc in your lower intestine, providing a further boost in metabolism. This is compounded by high doses of sugar and artificial sweeteners also increasing the urinary excretion of calcium.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;60 Minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; The caffeine’s diuretic properties come into play. (It makes you have to pee.) It is now assured that you’ll evacuate the bonded calcium, magnesium and zinc that was headed to your &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.healthbolt.net/2006/12/08/what-happens-to-your-body-if-you-drink-a-coke-right-now/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"&gt;bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as well as sodium, electrolyte and water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;60 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; As the rave inside of you dies down you’ll start to have a sugar crash. You may become irritable and/or sluggish. You’ve also now, literally, pissed away all the water that was in the Coke. But not before infusing it with valuable nutrients your body could have used for things like even having the &lt;em&gt;ability&lt;/em&gt; to hydrate your system or build strong bones and teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. That's why we shouldn't drink Coca Cola. And I'm assuming it gets you high within the first half an hour, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my handphone's lost so msn kay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-9044077901934778496?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/9044077901934778496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/9044077901934778496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-skating.html' title='Ice skating'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8563510487108790961</id><published>2008-12-28T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:45:20.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>The hammy babies are 3 days old and they're still ugly and wriggly butbutbut you can see the colour of the hammies already. 2 are like Tiramisu and 1 is like Marshmallow. I tried to take pictures of them but Tiramisu hid them before I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past vs Present was kinda sucky cause I played horribly. Hope tomorrow I'll play better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I need to start on homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. I wonder how adults get themselves into such messy situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheena, lalalala. Cheena, lalalala. OMG POTATO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh go &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/pie"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, freaking stupid and funny ahehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8563510487108790961?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8563510487108790961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8563510487108790961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8640958233078979356</id><published>2008-12-25T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:00:41.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg Tiramisu just gave birth HAHA. 2 babies are still-born though. I don't know how many are alive cause they're hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least 3 living babies, I saw them with my own eyes! :D Omg so excitingg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh no no I don't know how many living babies there are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8640958233078979356?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8640958233078979356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8640958233078979356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-tiramisu-just-gave-birth-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8043944626552154761</id><published>2008-12-25T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:30:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SVNaQam6TEI/AAAAAAAAA44/zk3rlP9my2c/s1600-h/21122008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SVNaQam6TEI/AAAAAAAAA44/zk3rlP9my2c/s320/21122008_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283666025902656578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SVNaQGjGbdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/E77F1X0hmhM/s1600-h/21122008_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SVNaQGjGbdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/E77F1X0hmhM/s320/21122008_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283666020517965266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hello humans (or likewise) of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gather here today to perform a beautiful (shotgun) wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you, Marshmallow, take Tiramisu to be your wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No answer, but silence means consent right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you, Tiramisu, take Marshmallow to be your husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Same results as above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. You may kiss the bride.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you may have known from the word "shotgun", Tiramisu's pregant. She's freaking fat and she's made a nice little nest in her cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neeeeed Bali pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Liz and Ching came over and it was kinda wonderful cause they're awesome people but kinda sort of really a bit horrible cause I know Ching's leaving and I'll only be passing Liz in the corridors or canteen. That sucks. That really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asdfghjkl anyway, later in the evening, we had a Christmas party at my house with all the cousins! After eating at least a ton of food, we were bored and wanted to go outside but with the absence of a ball to fool around with, we crushed paper to make a ball-like thing and played with it. We returned after the ball-like thing was in shreds and was joined soon after by even more people. The house was threatening to burst from the huge amount of people crammed into it, but don't worry, the house survived. We took turns to be background music on the piano and Victor even played a guitar piece for us. If I receive the Christmas party photos, I'll probably post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Christmas lunch at Gramma and Grandpa's house. The cake was the best cake I've ever eaten. Oh and the food was great. Did the ball-like thing again and played and talked. And talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that was the past few days. I felt I owed this blog (blog - not people) a proper post, and so my debt is paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8043944626552154761?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8043944626552154761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8043944626552154761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/hamster-wedding.html' title='Hamster Wedding'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SVNaQam6TEI/AAAAAAAAA44/zk3rlP9my2c/s72-c/21122008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-7945799481055021260</id><published>2008-12-21T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:25:46.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well anyway since I didn't get to wish Chinghan a happy birthday cause I was in Bali and wasn't posting properly, I want to wish a really really really really really really belated birthday to Toh-Fucking-Ching-Fucking-Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a present for you from Bali that I'm not gonna give you unless I decided to give it to you which will only happen when I forgive you for going to NJ and ripping my heart out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Chinghan for going to NJ. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SU439V8u2-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/YMJ72e-ebbc/s1600-h/n568347506_1265523_7294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SU439V8u2-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/YMJ72e-ebbc/s400/n568347506_1265523_7294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282220939955592162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the prettiest grandpiano ever, (faints).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7945799481055021260?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7945799481055021260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7945799481055021260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-was-prettiest-grandpiano-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SU439V8u2-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/YMJ72e-ebbc/s72-c/n568347506_1265523_7294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-5472716344341351787</id><published>2008-12-21T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:06:20.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basophobia or Basiphobia - Inability to stand.  Fear of walking or falling.&lt;br /&gt;Cathisophobia - Fear of sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if someone had both Basophobia and Cathisophobia haha that'll be funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5472716344341351787?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5472716344341351787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5472716344341351787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/basophobia-or-basiphobia-inability-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-1566906881438555128</id><published>2008-12-20T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:49:00.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>Piano is a good thing. Gives me excuses to miss things I don't exactly enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post properly soon when photos arrive from faraway land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1566906881438555128?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1566906881438555128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1566906881438555128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5213273547581132691</id><published>2008-12-17T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:47:41.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali is love.</title><content type='html'>I hate being back in Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5213273547581132691?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5213273547581132691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5213273547581132691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/bali-is-love.html' title='Bali is love.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6409373442682638062</id><published>2008-12-07T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:13:13.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcClzI6cI/AAAAAAAAA34/YR7TOu3tMaQ/s1600-h/06122008_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcClzI6cI/AAAAAAAAA34/YR7TOu3tMaQ/s320/06122008_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277053325459122626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvn5D07ksI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/P3PfMJTNfSc/s1600-h/06122008_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvn5D07ksI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/P3PfMJTNfSc/s320/06122008_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277066355860542146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davy Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcCqdzScI/AAAAAAAAA4A/n0CT6vUUtYg/s1600-h/06122008_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcCqdzScI/AAAAAAAAA4A/n0CT6vUUtYg/s320/06122008_024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277053326711802306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davy Jones and Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcC0EhCCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Vns2yInqK9s/s1600-h/06122008_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcC0EhCCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Vns2yInqK9s/s320/06122008_025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277053329290102818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Dutchman and Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcDWwyIfI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/RpfF1CB9yyg/s1600-h/07122008_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcDWwyIfI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/RpfF1CB9yyg/s320/07122008_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277053338602578418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Potato Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha omg I love my new Mr. Potato Head, he's so cute! Thanks Chinghan, Pamela, Phoebe and Rachel (alphabetical order) so super much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Sparrow is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I'll be leaving for holiday soon. No more trainings till I come back! 90% happy, 10% guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I kinda miss a certain person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6409373442682638062?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6409373442682638062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6409373442682638062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-pearl.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STvcClzI6cI/AAAAAAAAA34/YR7TOu3tMaQ/s72-c/06122008_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-4162249627806801375</id><published>2008-12-04T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:23:00.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This damn credit card.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STbI0TwUX9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/w4gjmf2RE2Q/s1600-h/TomFelton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STbI0TwUX9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/w4gjmf2RE2Q/s320/TomFelton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275624814492803026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I feel like such a loser looking at him HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-4162249627806801375?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4162249627806801375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4162249627806801375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-damn-credit-card.html' title='This damn credit card.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STbI0TwUX9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/w4gjmf2RE2Q/s72-c/TomFelton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-671818904667600213</id><published>2008-12-03T02:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:53:49.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Sparrow!!</title><content type='html'>After attempting in vain to watch Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3 via the internet (heh), I got so frustrated that I walked to Junction 8 to buy POTC 2 and 3 in the heavy rain and almost slipped thrice on the way back. Take in to consideration that I have an injured leg which hurts more than !@#$. Hey, they say you can do anything if you really want it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, I'm so impatient. I knew Disney (or is it Starworld?) is showing POTC soon but nooooo I just had to go buy the dvd immediately and waste a gabizimillion bucks. Well at least I got extra bloopers to watch. But omg you know I wish I bought the U.S. version instead of the local one cause the U.S. one has extra interviews and mine doesn't, it only has pathetic (but admittedly funny) bloopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I wasted my day sleeping (till 4 pm), snacking and watching a couple of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's home from.. wherever she went. Ah right, New Zealand. How awesome eh? Apparently there's lots of cows there. I wanna see. Not that I'll get to drink any of the milk without regurgitating (haha), what a waste. Anyway she's been sleeping since 2 pm and now it's.. almost 3 am. Wow a thirteen hour nap haha. Jetlag probably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-671818904667600213?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/671818904667600213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/671818904667600213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/jack-sparrow.html' title='Jack Sparrow!!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5736647600720038644</id><published>2008-12-01T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:12:05.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces off!</title><content type='html'>I got my braces off today! I'm not 100% satisfied though, because of some weird problem so my teeth couldn't move in in in in in so they're still a bit strange but at least they're so much better and straighter than last time! Mom's gonna ask the dentist to push it in so I don't know maybe I'll have to wear braces again.. (cries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway training today was the best of the best! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5736647600720038644?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5736647600720038644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5736647600720038644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/12/braces-off.html' title='Braces off!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-2113204208262920213</id><published>2008-11-30T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:47:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates are awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STKc5qafOZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/G6D07rQRgxo/s1600-h/jack-sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STKc5qafOZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/G6D07rQRgxo/s320/jack-sparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274450628056136082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow is so adorable. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tablet is running slower and slower and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's training tomorrow. I don't know whether to look forward to it, or dread it like hell. Leaving training 15 minutes earlier doesn't make much of a difference in terms of length of torture. Just kidding, training isn't torture. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's what's after training that's so exciting heh. (Screams head off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;I love home decorations and cats so I am really looking forward to getting my own home and cat(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-2113204208262920213?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2113204208262920213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2113204208262920213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/pirates-are-awesome.html' title='Pirates are awesome.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/STKc5qafOZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/G6D07rQRgxo/s72-c/jack-sparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-9077152200445597414</id><published>2008-11-29T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:47:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey B div '09 Camp '08</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Hockey Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it was totally amazing, but I won't because my leg hurt like !@#$ (still does) so I couldn't run the whole three days and I missed the first day of training because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the new keeper pads today; it was obscenely oversized and therefore uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After camp I was starving like a raging waterfall so Dad brought me to eat the delightful McDonalds. After that I felt so full, I felt like puking . I still do actually, that's why I haven't eaten dinner yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a few days before camp, I got glasses. I refuse to wear them and will only wear them in class when I totally can't see the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get my braces off on monday. To ensure I won't be late, I have requested to leave training early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-9077152200445597414?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/9077152200445597414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/9077152200445597414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/hockey-b-div-09-camp-08.html' title='Hockey B div &apos;09 Camp &apos;08'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-7773656178354157213</id><published>2008-11-26T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:20:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotised, Mesmorised.</title><content type='html'>I wish the other keeper (or is it keepers?) would come back/start training so I don't have to die of boredom (and sometimes exhaustion) repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome day even though I played like shit and Crescent lost to St Nicks, 4-0. Pfft, but oh well I love matches with St Nicks, HAHA. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the St Nicks girls think we're weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the devastating but strangely enjoyable match, the parents brought me around Singapore to do their chores while I slept in the car. See I'm not a hinderence to their daily parent activities (was gonna say adult activities but that just comes out totally wrong), aren't I awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 10pm and nobody's hungry for dinner yet. In fact, the father has already slept and the mother is... wasting her time doing something I consider unproductive. Die Coffee Bean! You make us so full, nobody wants to eat dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went on a spending spree and blew $90 oh goodness. What did I even spend it the money on?! I only bought a few knick-knacks.. Okay maybe a lot. But still! $90 leh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgoodness I haven't packed for camp. So lazy pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SS1z-hy7ruI/AAAAAAAAA3g/lG6qcf0ihkg/s1600-h/coleordylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SS1z-hy7ruI/AAAAAAAAA3g/lG6qcf0ihkg/s320/coleordylan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272998256781799138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG cuteness! And awesome hair. Is this Dylan or Cole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it's Dylan :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7773656178354157213?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7773656178354157213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7773656178354157213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/hypnotised-mesmorised.html' title='Hypnotised, Mesmorised.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SS1z-hy7ruI/AAAAAAAAA3g/lG6qcf0ihkg/s72-c/coleordylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-7925895928932195317</id><published>2008-11-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:14:16.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck.</title><content type='html'>Fuck the people at the dentist. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7925895928932195317?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7925895928932195317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7925895928932195317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck.html' title='Fuck.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5332049146244398714</id><published>2008-11-24T20:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:34:53.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are bitches; Wishing only wounds the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Don't wish, don't start,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing only wounds the heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to complain, please don't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, ESS boys are such bitches. One of them "tsk-ed" me when I walked into the pitch because I walked in front of him and he wasn't happy. What the fuck right. Then then then during the game, I failed to snatch the hockey ball from one of the ESS boys and he &lt;u&gt;snickered&lt;/u&gt; at me. Snickered (!) :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out Megan's boob job. They're hard as... hockey balls! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSqjOa7CCII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3DKVXbo_JFA/s1600-h/Megan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSqjOa7CCII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3DKVXbo_JFA/s320/Megan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272205781931001986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSqjOXCC4hI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BMXNayRKDvA/s1600-h/Megan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSqjOXCC4hI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BMXNayRKDvA/s320/Megan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272205780886675986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today, I realised how much fun being a player is. Man, should have stayed as a player, poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my braces off tomorrow! :D x 10000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5332049146244398714?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5332049146244398714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5332049146244398714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-are-bitches-wishing-only-wounds.html' title='Boys are bitches; Wishing only wounds the heart'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSqjOa7CCII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3DKVXbo_JFA/s72-c/Megan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-2348980349695481900</id><published>2008-11-23T22:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:02:37.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit haha.</title><content type='html'>Today I did stuff to my room and it looks very bare. Now I have an excuse to go shop for decoratives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey tomorrow, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find joy in the computer anymore. Bye for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every so often we long to steal&lt;br /&gt;To the land of what-might-have-been&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't soften the ache we feel&lt;br /&gt;When reality sets back in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSmaR-I1qiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/p37iRx9Rtn8/s1600-h/P211108_13.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSmaR-I1qiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/p37iRx9Rtn8/s320/P211108_13.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271914472342399522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSmaSRDfbJI/AAAAAAAAA3I/_PiO4DiM414/s1600-h/P211108_13.41%5B02%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSmaSRDfbJI/AAAAAAAAA3I/_PiO4DiM414/s320/P211108_13.41%5B02%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271914477420244114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshi the &lt;u&gt;Ragdoll&lt;/u&gt; (omg RAGDOLL!) cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS HE CUTE OR IS HE CUTE? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-2348980349695481900?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2348980349695481900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2348980349695481900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/shit-haha.html' title='Shit haha.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SSmaR-I1qiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/p37iRx9Rtn8/s72-c/P211108_13.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-3180651728269750012</id><published>2008-11-14T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:19:11.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit.</title><content type='html'>I got into 3G2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome:&lt;br /&gt;I got into my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not-so-awesome:&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else in 3G2 from 2C1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was over the phone half dead in bed while my dad relayed the information to me so it's safe to say I wasn't in the perfect state of mind so there still a possibility that one other C1-er got into G2 right? Wrong. Whatever, I want to check the list myself another day maybe Saturday when I (grudgingly) go to school to pick up the goalie bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe everyone's going to sec 3 so soon. Too soon. I remember thinking when I was sec one, "Oh I've got such a long time more in Crescent." Then time passed as fast as I learnt to swear, and I see a huge mass of dry fit PE tshirts. I really wish Crescent didn't change the tshirts though. Now the school's un-united HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Sec 3. I hadn't noticed I'd grown at all. Hasn't my height always been 163? Or.. about there? Hmm actually I was 158 (I think) when I entered Crescent. But 5 cm doesn't make me suddenly sec 3! And and and I don't feel any different from when I was in sec 1. Except then, I was more bold and unshameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the gross talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been sick for the past few days and I thought, "How wonderful! I won't have to do anything but lie in bed and enjoy myself." But oh my goodness I was wronger than the wrongest of wrong. Cringing and practically dying in bed is not enjoying myself in any way. Headaches, nausea, fever, throbbing pains, backaches, cramps like omg period symptoms + flu = you will definitely die a horrible, terrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't die, and I slept reasonably alright last night. I still can't bring myself to eat anything without nauseousness or relieve myself from the dreadful cramps and pains. But man, I do feel bad about not going for 2 consecutive trainings, no matter how much I dread the ball smashing my... arm/neck/wherever the unpadded areas are or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it:&lt;br /&gt;Comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Di&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;scomfort.&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you don't say:&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;Unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Shit kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-3180651728269750012?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3180651728269750012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3180651728269750012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/shit.html' title='Shit.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-2083741184200056858</id><published>2008-11-12T04:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:10:42.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>Oh my. I forgot to go to school to check the posting results. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-2083741184200056858?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2083741184200056858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2083741184200056858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8690889580125409584</id><published>2008-11-07T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:13:29.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't know us anyway.</title><content type='html'>Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to make some birthday plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Microsoft Word keeps crashing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8690889580125409584?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8690889580125409584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8690889580125409584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-dont-know-us-anyway.html' title='They don&apos;t know us anyway.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-107625354331809301</id><published>2008-11-06T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:03:43.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It gets you every time.</title><content type='html'>A few random points thought of in the dead of night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't frakking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- I've hurt.. a lot of people. And I want to say that I'm genuinely sorry. But sorry doesn't make things right, right? And what I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; do is walk up to the person I hurt using a string of words (and maybe some gestures), and attempt to get forgiven. But I doubt I'll do that. Why? Fear gets me every single time. I plan what to say, I rehearse it in my head. But once I step within the boundaries of guilt, everything slips away, and all I'm left with is rapid footsteps away, cold sweat down my neck, and an gush of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;- As I grow and (hopefully) mature, my eyes start to open to the wonders and horrors of the world. As reality sinks in and Life exposes me to shit other than the one in my rainbow painted potty, I find myself constantly trying to clam my eyes shut and not let them make me see the horror and terror of what's happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;- I live in forced oblivion. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRH79zWy__I/AAAAAAAAA2o/bgcgmyES2Fs/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 27px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRH79zWy__I/AAAAAAAAA2o/bgcgmyES2Fs/s200/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265266478549237746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-107625354331809301?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/107625354331809301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/107625354331809301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-gets-you-every-time.html' title='It gets you every time.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRH79zWy__I/AAAAAAAAA2o/bgcgmyES2Fs/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-7708997881662589666</id><published>2008-11-06T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:03:12.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big cheeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="319" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2UU97ZEYgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2UU97ZEYgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="319" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7708997881662589666?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7708997881662589666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7708997881662589666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Big cheeks.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-3355181743894619436</id><published>2008-11-05T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:25:23.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRHIxg1CkwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/r9QWeKPyMIU/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRHIxg1CkwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/r9QWeKPyMIU/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265210192324367106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on for the next two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times a week, not including all the extra stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah it's not the physical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was because of the physical stuff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post would be filled with so much dread,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be able to see the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course the physical stuff plays an important role for my dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A big big big important role actually.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that gets my dread flowing through my mind is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear of the frakking ball.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm a goddamn goalkeeper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the ball is the last emotion a goalkeeper should feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why the frak am I blogging in this gross manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I feel like blogging like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of a hundred things to keep me from going for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand things I'd rather be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million reasons why I should stop going altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bullshit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my place on the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And wince at every shot. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Finally something we agree on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-3355181743894619436?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3355181743894619436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/3355181743894619436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/pfft.html' title='Pfft.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRHIxg1CkwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/r9QWeKPyMIU/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-6059688387794281951</id><published>2008-11-04T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:46:04.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House over house.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged properly due to the overwhelming hatred of the tablet that I've only recently overcome. Anyway, I spent my day with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAieY6VTkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/FL1bYhzUjx4/s1600-h/04112008_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAieY6VTkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/FL1bYhzUjx4/s320/04112008_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264745869874646594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAiebXEzQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/uhYDh-vUptI/s1600-h/04112008_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAiebXEzQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/uhYDh-vUptI/s320/04112008_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264745870532070658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAieTL4VFI/AAAAAAAAA14/UHlt1hK59Pc/s1600-h/04112008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAieTL4VFI/AAAAAAAAA14/UHlt1hK59Pc/s320/04112008_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264745868337632338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAieDd7V8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/xFweZk5YU0s/s1600-h/04112008_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAieDd7V8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/xFweZk5YU0s/s320/04112008_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264745864118360002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah so cute right? Joanne's cat's name is Kitten. What a very weird name. But she doesn't call Kitten, Kitten. She refers to Kitten as, Cat. Interesting haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten/Cat is so sweet! He'll rub against your legs and I swear I heard him purr while I was stroking him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at bloody 745 am after only 2 hours of sleep but it was worth it cause I had a nice breakfast with parents. Sister didn't go; she was sleeping. I don't blame her, who would wake at such an unearthly hour, especially during the &lt;i&gt;holidays&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, went to Joanne's house and died of exhaustion due to sleep deprivation. Obsessed a lot over her cat. Then, I had to stop obsessing because it was time for lunch. After a grueling walk to the clubhouse to eat (which I'm sure used up more calories than I'd eaten), we had to walk the grueling walk back. Joanne kept saying it was warm, and I'd always correct her, saying it wasn't warm, but BLISTERING hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got back to her home where I continued my rudely interrupted obsessing. Got bitten a few times though I felt strangely ecstatic whenever it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell asleep on the floor. Drank coffee in a vain attempt to wake myself up. Somehow, caffeine doesn't have any effect on me. I tried to distract myself from the exhaustion by playing Tap Tap on Joanne's iPhone. She's so lucky man, I want an iPhone too! But I'm more than satisfied with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten/Cat gave me a goodbye kiss. Okay it wasn't a kiss (it was a painful bite actually!) but to me, anything coming from that cat is a kiss. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Joanne gave me the new MGS Olson house shirt! Awesome. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6059688387794281951?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6059688387794281951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6059688387794281951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-over-house.html' title='House over house.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SRAieY6VTkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/FL1bYhzUjx4/s72-c/04112008_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-1434482387302301453</id><published>2008-11-04T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:27:50.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'll say,&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young girl don't cry,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here when your world starts to fall."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1434482387302301453?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1434482387302301453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1434482387302301453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-ill-say-young-girl-dont-cry-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-1576486173698560568</id><published>2008-11-03T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:27:40.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I almost forgot to say something else,&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't fit it in I'll keep it all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today,&lt;br /&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1576486173698560568?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1576486173698560568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1576486173698560568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-almost-forgot-to-say-something-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6830763851285586291</id><published>2008-11-03T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:06:07.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint and smudge.</title><content type='html'>Now and then, I get insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tablet has viruses. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desktop is annoyingly slow. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Katy Perry recorded her song, Hot N Cold in Simlish for The Sims 2 game. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was a lonely time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hurt a lot of people. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet was okay I guess. I expected less than 10 people to show up but wow it was quite a suprise, I think about half the class showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treating was quite awesome, though we received mostly chicken wings and stuff instead of candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6830763851285586291?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6830763851285586291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6830763851285586291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/11/paint-and-smudge.html' title='Paint and smudge.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6114663927792706516</id><published>2008-10-28T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:40:37.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Darling, how are you?</title><content type='html'>Well ever since the holidays started, I've been staying up latelatelate and waking up close to dinner time which sadly, upsets my daily activities (not that I have any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. Gonna play Zoo Tycoon 2! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put up something to sell another hamster soon. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6114663927792706516?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6114663927792706516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6114663927792706516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-darling-how-are-you.html' title='Hello Darling, how are you?'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-7266764423986881837</id><published>2008-10-25T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:34:44.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid.</title><content type='html'>I kept wondering why the air-conditioner won't on until I realised I was using the television remote control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7266764423986881837?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7266764423986881837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7266764423986881837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid.html' title='Stupid.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-1124244475841530993</id><published>2008-10-25T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:12:54.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking headache.</title><content type='html'>My head hurts and I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of selling another hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV's unavailable cause it's in the living room and Sis is having tuition there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is there to do on the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay stupid question. But I really can't find anything to do on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye I'm gonna do something that's so awesome, it doesn't even exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-1124244475841530993?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1124244475841530993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/1124244475841530993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/fucking-headache.html' title='Fucking headache.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6365436901020072997</id><published>2008-10-24T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:30:25.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qn.</title><content type='html'>The question is,&lt;br /&gt;To quit or not to quit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;To die, or die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6365436901020072997?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6365436901020072997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6365436901020072997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/qn.html' title='Qn.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-4958118590237299817</id><published>2008-10-23T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:46:10.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple vines and Watermelon trees.</title><content type='html'>HAMSTER HAS BEEN ADOPTED! :D&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Phoebe you suck!&lt;br /&gt;If you had asked an hour earlier, you might just have gotten it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna dye my hair ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-4958118590237299817?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4958118590237299817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4958118590237299817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-vines-and-watermelon-trees.html' title='Apple vines and Watermelon trees.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-6111291570267500492</id><published>2008-10-21T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:42:46.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phoneeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;After hearing the truth, I don't know whether they'll be worried enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Please respond to my hamster adoption thingy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hamster will be available until I say it's not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well I decided to seperate my hamster adoption and my day's events into 2 posts instead of clumping them into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dad bought me a new phone! What a very pleasant surprise I had when I got home. Well it's Xpress music, the same type as before, except instead of the sliding one, I got the non-sliding one. It's in red instead of blue also. Now I don't need to use the almost-dead phone anymore, or as you may know it, the phone filled with stickers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6111291570267500492?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6111291570267500492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6111291570267500492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-phoneeee.html' title='New phoneeee!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-5617972024686110982</id><published>2008-10-21T19:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:43:38.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMSTER FOR ADOPTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello, I'm giving away my female Yellow Blue Campbell Hamster:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29uP099vI/AAAAAAAAA1A/AYRHb-cRka0/s1600-h/21102008_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29uP099vI/AAAAAAAAA1A/AYRHb-cRka0/s320/21102008_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259568542058936050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29uLxA0hI/AAAAAAAAA1I/PqI7SXgS4X0/s1600-h/21102008_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29uLxA0hI/AAAAAAAAA1I/PqI7SXgS4X0/s320/21102008_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259568540968604178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29uRRtUoI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/yvJEKoA6LH4/s1600-h/21102008_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29uRRtUoI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/yvJEKoA6LH4/s320/21102008_018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259568542447915650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29ugw7BSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/h-Ma6JDDY5o/s1600-h/21102008_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29ugw7BSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/h-Ma6JDDY5o/s320/21102008_023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259568546605368610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="344"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1W9RhPQhT8I"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1W9RhPQhT8I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Picture/Video Description.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge black thing at the side in the video is not the shit btw, it's a dead grasshopper, I bought a bag of it from a store and it's supposed to be treats HAHA. And if you're wondering why the hamster is in such an empty tank, it's cause I transferred it to an empty tank for easy filming/whatever. It's usually in a nice tank with sawdust and a wheel and all those extra awesome stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;About the hamster.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is approximately 6 months of age. It has a big head and freaking skinny body. I can fatten it up for you if you want. This hamster is HYPERACTIVE and will keep bashing the waterbottle and attempting to escape if you don't constantly give it love, care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Items included.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The hamster, obviously&lt;br /&gt;- Tank&lt;br /&gt;- Waterbottle&lt;br /&gt;- Food dish&lt;br /&gt;- Chewing accessory (which, I noticed, the hamster doesn't use but oh well&lt;br /&gt;- One-time supply of saw dust (will be inside the tank)&lt;br /&gt;- One-time supply of bedding (the yellow stuff in the picture. It smells nice btw!)&lt;br /&gt;- One-time supply of food.&lt;br /&gt;- Instruction manual on how to operate your new, uhm, product (?!) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not including a wheel as the wheel currently used by this hamster has been bitten to almost-broken state. Why the hell doesn't it use the chewing accessory, gosh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Who I'm looking for.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a devoted and sincere adopter (is there such a word?!) who will  give this hamster a good home and make it feel like the world revolves around it. I currently cannot give it the attention it needs as I already have a few other hamsters and I currently have to clean 4 hamster cages every week and it's tiring. Please help to lighten my burden HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Purchase information.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well even if you've read the very first line of this post, I'm just gonna repeat. I'm giving away my female Yellow Blue Campbell Hamster. This hamster and the items included are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;. If you are interested in adopting this hamster, please email me at tessaying@hotmail.com or if you want to add me on msn also can. I may scratch, but I don't bite. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Coming up next time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mayyyy be selling another hamster soon so if this hyperactive, attention-craving hamster doesn't suit you, you may like to check back here soon to see what other hamsters I'm willing to part with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Don't buy on impulse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-5617972024686110982?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5617972024686110982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/5617972024686110982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/hamster-for-adoption.html' title='HAMSTER FOR ADOPTION.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SP29uP099vI/AAAAAAAAA1A/AYRHb-cRka0/s72-c/21102008_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-6098844009212557306</id><published>2008-10-20T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:14:28.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see, I see, I see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblivion. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6098844009212557306?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6098844009212557306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6098844009212557306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-see-i-see-i-see-i-dont-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-4427545927844904651</id><published>2008-10-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:18:38.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful.</title><content type='html'>Uneventful, but I like. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-4427545927844904651?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4427545927844904651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/4427545927844904651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/uneventful.html' title='Uneventful.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-7339356162410554893</id><published>2008-10-17T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:21:13.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j6IBdHW_rY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j6IBdHW_rY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="350" width="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Declan Galbraith (the guy in my previous post) when he was really really young. He sounded so cute then! But I shan't post videos of his singing now so as not to ruin your impression of him. It's really nasal and strange now HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7339356162410554893?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7339356162410554893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7339356162410554893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-declan-galbraith-guy-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-819782622704444265</id><published>2008-10-17T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:55:55.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Declan Gailbraith - Nights In White Satin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPd8iW9fJZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zGQmNoj2lKU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPd8iW9fJZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zGQmNoj2lKU/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257808019699213714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPd8i982rOI/AAAAAAAAA0g/CPaDjyST9Rg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPd8i982rOI/AAAAAAAAA0g/CPaDjyST9Rg/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257808030165544162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPd8i99ufBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7F4iz1chmls/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPd8i99ufBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7F4iz1chmls/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257808030169201682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he looked even more drug addicty (more distant look) and emoy (longer hair + eye liner maybe? HAHA), I'd love him more. Too bad he's neither a drug addict nor an emokid. But well his voice makes me think he hasn't reached puberty yet. It's kinda uhm strange but well he's hot so I don't care. And can you believe he's only 16? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway about him being more hot if he was emo-er and drug addict-er, I decided to photoshop Declan Gailbraith's picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPeM1pXboCI/AAAAAAAAA04/TN7aC65tvVI/s1600-h/EMO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPeM1pXboCI/AAAAAAAAA04/TN7aC65tvVI/s320/EMO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257825943243431970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME. Good job, Tessa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Chinghan. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-819782622704444265?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/819782622704444265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/819782622704444265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/declan-gailbraith-nights-in-white-satin.html' title='Declan Gailbraith - Nights In White Satin'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPd8iW9fJZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zGQmNoj2lKU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-627080032570965932</id><published>2008-10-13T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:55:29.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK DOLPHINNN</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. PICTURES OF THE SWIMMING WITH DOLPHINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkV5Mea5I/AAAAAAAAAyo/amADk1W8WVA/s1600-h/pic1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkV5Mea5I/AAAAAAAAAyo/amADk1W8WVA/s320/pic1607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256303673643789202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkWGAVEwI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Mh4pM9hbho8/s1600-h/pic1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkWGAVEwI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Mh4pM9hbho8/s320/pic1616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256303677082505986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkWWxP_8I/AAAAAAAAAy4/2OB37x4r71I/s1600-h/pic1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkWWxP_8I/AAAAAAAAAy4/2OB37x4r71I/s320/pic1629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256303681582661570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkWRcWD6I/AAAAAAAAAzA/CQrGoNmMbM4/s1600-h/pic1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkWRcWD6I/AAAAAAAAAzA/CQrGoNmMbM4/s320/pic1643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256303680152801186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures are super unglam, poof. There were so many more nicenice pictures but we only bought one group shot (directly above) because the photos were insanely expensive and that's quite a pity cause the dolphin did so many other super cool tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOLPHINS ARE FREAKING AWESOME RIGHT? You know the dolphins are actually pink dolphins but the reason they look grey is cause they're young dolphins and haven't matured yet. And the dolphin's skin feels so.. Nice. It's soft and smooth and plain awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that, we went to underwater world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwnVvoBwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/uQPF4eRHsX0/s1600-h/11102008%28052%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwnVvoBwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/uQPF4eRHsX0/s320/11102008%28052%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256317167504721666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Marlin/Nemo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwncLyxGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/0kKl-M6FXeU/s1600-h/11102008%28055%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwncLyxGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/0kKl-M6FXeU/s320/11102008%28055%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256317169233478754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlin meets Dory after Nemo gets mysteriously kidnapped by a huge creature with a clown suit and goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwINQ4RpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/59uAYMdHqA8/s1600-h/11102008%28032%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwINQ4RpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/59uAYMdHqA8/s320/11102008%28032%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256316632652334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlin and Dory meet Bruce and fellow vegetarian sharks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwnGYygEI/AAAAAAAAAzw/H790I7mE6eU/s1600-h/11102008%28040%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwnGYygEI/AAAAAAAAAzw/H790I7mE6eU/s320/11102008%28040%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256317163382407234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they meet the Jellyfishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwnbxiBtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RasnyzL1X-c/s1600-h/11102008%28058%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwnbxiBtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RasnyzL1X-c/s320/11102008%28058%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256317169123329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that crazy sea turtle dude, whatshisname OH YEAH, Crush saves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwnS3arLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/3jT4-d7MbEo/s1600-h/11102008%28053%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwnS3arLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/3jT4-d7MbEo/s320/11102008%28053%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256317166732094642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't find nemo. Instead they find this horny fish and live happily ever after WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwHCaI5lI/AAAAAAAAAzI/30fAJZ5fG0w/s1600-h/11102008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwHCaI5lI/AAAAAAAAAzI/30fAJZ5fG0w/s320/11102008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256316612558513746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BET YOU THOSE STICKING OUT THINGS ARE FISHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwHwOldwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/HkxAgy7VaZ8/s1600-h/11102008%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwHwOldwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/HkxAgy7VaZ8/s320/11102008%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256316624858085122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M RIGHT! They're called garden eels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwH3unMrI/AAAAAAAAAzY/FcyGzM8EJ84/s1600-h/11102008%28015%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIwH3unMrI/AAAAAAAAAzY/FcyGzM8EJ84/s320/11102008%28015%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256316626871464626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those fishes are MASSIVE btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after not-so-educating-but-highly-entertaining trip to underwater world, we sat the LUGE three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled around the beach for a while after that, then went to Vivo where we pretty much did nothing since the timing for the nice shows (and the ones we were allowed to watch) wasn't really suitable. Gosh I reckon the shows rated G or PG shouldn't be shown at midnight I mean, people who watch G and PG shows are little kids like us who don't go out till 12! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got a $4 XXL shirt. AWESOME NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah. Saturday ends. I come home completely exhausted and went to bed at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 16 hours later at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Chris, Tish and Liv again. Went to Crabtree and Evelyn for 2 hours and gradually a few of us got bored and left while the remaining continued to rummage through the shop. For me, after I tried on (a generous amount of) every single sample lotion and perfume in the store, I got bored and left. I prefer Billabong to perfume stuff anyday thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after looking at the price tags of Billabong's products and gasping in horror every single time, we decided to go to another place with SUPER CHEAP Billabong stuff. Went there but to my disappointment, they did not have as nice things as the expensive Billabong shop. But I did find a pair of black shorts which I was absolutely in love with but gasped in horror at the price. Even with discount, Billabong's prices still made me cry and nurse the wound my pocket. And just like a miracle, something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole it. HAHA kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tish and Liv bought it for me omg! They were buying gifts for everyone in the family located in Singapore as it's their last day here and on seeing I liked the shorts so much, decided to buy that for me as my present! I love them haha they're so sweet thanks Tish and Liv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had to rush to the airport to send Tish and Liv off. Sad. Very sad. The next time I see them, it'll probably be a year from now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My sister dumped a Twilight book on my table. It's bent and scratched. I don't care that it's bent or scratched. :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-627080032570965932?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/627080032570965932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/627080032570965932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/pink-dolphinnn.html' title='PINK DOLPHINNN'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SPIkV5Mea5I/AAAAAAAAAyo/amADk1W8WVA/s72-c/pic1607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-7543682555648921489</id><published>2008-10-12T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:41:51.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>(!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-7543682555648921489?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7543682555648921489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/7543682555648921489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_12.html' title='):'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-2121935373023167997</id><published>2008-10-10T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:16:01.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you hold so tight, it slips right through your hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sometimes you hold so tight,&lt;br /&gt;It slips right through your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SO46uiTqsHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/5phrWRKunmo/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SO46uiTqsHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/5phrWRKunmo/s320/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255202386345635954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence and oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-2121935373023167997?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2121935373023167997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/2121935373023167997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-you-hold-so-tight-it-slips.html' title='Sometimes you hold so tight, it slips right through your hands.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SO46uiTqsHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/5phrWRKunmo/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091984.post-6388372491417085517</id><published>2008-10-09T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:40:35.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with Liz And Geraldine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Today went out with Tessa and Geraldine ! Tessa was late-ish (as usual) since she woke up late (as usual).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ate Pastamania!, but Tessa wasted her money 'cause she was dumb enough to drink milk in the morning, even though she's somewhat lactose intolerant. -.- So she felt like vomiting and barely ate her spaghetti. -.-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Watched House Bunny after that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/59/House_bunny.jpg" style="width: 265px; height: 367px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny, in it's own sick, twisted way.&lt;br /&gt;Anna Faris is so freaking &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; ! And so are the rest of the people in the movie. (Damn them)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Katherine McPhee acted in it, but I made an extremely accurate assumption that it was her when I saw her in it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/871/871467/the-house-bunny-20080502042317143_640w.jpg" style="width: 379px; height: 301px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kat Dennings, Anna Faris, Katherine McPhee, Emma Stone, Rumer Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I wouldn't watch the movie a second time though. Unlike Tessa, who only watched it a second time because she wanted to see "hot" people. She was SMS-ing throughout the whole movie anyways. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After the movie, Tessa ditched Geraldine and I to go meet up with some other person, so Geraldine and I went to Starbucks to chill and be cool. ;D Tessa joined us later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright the purple portion was stolen from Liz's blog because my laziness is getting the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Anyway when I went home today I fell asleep till 11pm! Gosh. ):&lt;br /&gt;+ Omg haha AE wants to bring us for Shangrila breakfast tomorrow (!) Later at night is the pool party thing! (Oops just now I made a mistake haha.)&lt;br /&gt;+ Have to wake up at 8 tomorrow. Die.&lt;br /&gt;+ Shit kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-6388372491417085517?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6388372491417085517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/6388372491417085517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-with-liz-and-geraldine.html' title='Out with Liz And Geraldine!'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</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-9091984.post-8451749211674556655</id><published>2008-10-08T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:36:34.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Black and Jaded.</title><content type='html'>Exams are officially over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Science, Dad fetched me home so I could get bathe and stuff before going out but I ended up sleeping and not waking up till 5. Well, when I woke up, got ready and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day! I thought I was going to spend millions and billions and gazillions and trillions of dollars but I ended up spending only $13! I bought 3 super cute pens. Strange that I'm buying pens after the exams are over but I don't think these pens will be appropriate as exam material because well, I'm pretty sure your hand will hurt after trying to essay after essay with an orange-slice shaped plastic pens.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SOzMsxdFS2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/fTnTs8u28mg/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SOzMsxdFS2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/fTnTs8u28mg/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254799934796155746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Though you can't see the awesomeness cause my phone camera sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the orange pen make your mouth water? It looks super delicious HAHA. And imagine those people who bite the ends of their pens using the cigarette pen HAHA, "S.O. for smoking in school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Going out with Liz and Geraldine tomorrow to watch House Bunny (AGAIN HAHA it's such a good show I'm willing to watch it twice!). Then, if the weather allows it, we'll go to Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;- Friday's gonna be pool party with Tish, Liv, Chris and all the rest!&lt;br /&gt;- Saturday's swimming with Dolphins at Sentosa omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy:&lt;br /&gt;- iPod&lt;br /&gt;- Camera&lt;br /&gt;- WOW, that's all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very strange dream last night. O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091984-8451749211674556655?l=asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8451749211674556655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091984/posts/default/8451749211674556655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asdfghjkllll.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-black-and-jaded.html' title='Feeling Black and Jaded.'/><author><name>Bloodstains,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11850657080139697698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmvDf4TA4xA/SOzMsxdFS2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/fTnTs8u28mg/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
