<?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-30206413</id><updated>2011-06-14T14:00:08.442+08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='library...'/><category term='Mood=annoyed'/><category term='OBS'/><category term='production tomorrow'/><category term='Ash&apos;s birthday'/><category term='good charlotte'/><category term='age and change....'/><category term='emoness'/><category term='friendster quizzes'/><category term='Caffeine high and sugar rush = sweet dreams'/><category term='V-day'/><category term='geog SA'/><category term='debate'/><category term='phone conferences'/><category term='snapejack'/><category term='moody'/><category term='GEOG TRIP'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='im feeling high :D'/><category term='patriotism'/><category term='Geog test'/><category term='100th post'/><category term='Unoriginality'/><category term='confused'/><category term='Trust.what an alien word.'/><category term='Afreen Afreen...'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='meme'/><category term='math'/><category term='EOIS'/><category term='LD'/><category term='hufflepuff'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='must.not.procrastinate.'/><category term='Im very confused.'/><category term='208'/><category term='Sarayoo Snape'/><category term='party'/><category term='5 more days to production'/><category term='nostalgic'/><category term='Too high to blog.'/><category term='LOL = lots of love (:'/><category term='subject combination'/><category term='RHD'/><category term='happylife'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='fried mars bars'/><category term='perfect partner quiz'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='fergie'/><category term='still confused. wait scratch that'/><category term='very very bored.'/><title type='text'>act.......do drama.....enjoy</title><subtitle type='html'>What moi wishes from a genie right now......


~world peace!

~get into house comm

~Books

~no school!!!

~all assignments and pts 2 be magically finished

~improve german!!!

~ipod!!!

~A date with frankie muniz

~vegetarianism to be influenced all over the world!!!

~live through one philo lesson

~plug in that stupid cd player!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5965771877765069472</id><published>2008-10-12T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:21:36.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last last post... forever and ever and ever wheee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok so I've now moved to the land of good things - live journal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye bye, blogger, it was fun while it lasted haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ta! And no, im not putting up my ellejay account url here so scram. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and about the messed up profile and links and stuff, sigh, couldnt be bothered to arrange it all again so those who know who I am, good for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess this means that confessionalme.blogspot.com is hereby &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ABANDONED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5965771877765069472?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5965771877765069472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5965771877765069472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5965771877765069472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5965771877765069472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-last-post-forever-and-ever-and.html' title='The last last post... forever and ever and ever wheee'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-7962880964259149316</id><published>2008-06-11T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:43:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophical garble, n'est pas?</title><content type='html'>Ok, reason number 12345678765432 as to why i updated my blog after so many months to write again - to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no other place or person in my humble opinion, can ever replace this. Blogging, that is. Or writing, journalling, elle-jaying whatever.  So. what to vent about? As for now, there is nothing, thankfully. But here's a thought, something which struck me while i was cleaning my own toilet ( now that the maid's gone, self-reliance has become the new in thing ) ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come here because i have nowhere else to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-7962880964259149316?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/7962880964259149316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=7962880964259149316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7962880964259149316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7962880964259149316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/06/philosophical-garble-nest-pas.html' title='philosophical garble, n&apos;est pas?'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4046099059453763938</id><published>2008-06-11T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:31:57.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To begin anew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, its been a while obviously. Since I last blogged, that is. I don't even know what exactly made me do it - perhaps i was tired, disinterested, or simply moving on. Which brings me back to why im writing again, now. Lets just say there's a reason why blogger's so popular, now even my mom has a blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. I doubt i'll be able to post that regularly, the way i used to previously. Mostly i guess i'll come when i want to - or when i have to. Yes, sometimes people do feel compelled to blog about certain incidents. Also, there's that thing they say about writing improving your general English - blogging's a form of writing - well, typing actually but still, i shudder to think what would have been the state of my vocabularly should I not have embraced blogging way back in sec one. Horrendous, i predict. However, past is past and i really hope to get back here, writing, because there simply is no other better place i'd like to be. really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also i really have to improve my vocabulary, not to mention my spelling. *shudders*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4046099059453763938?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4046099059453763938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4046099059453763938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4046099059453763938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4046099059453763938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-begin-anew.html' title='To begin anew.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1994645116020937400</id><published>2008-03-24T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:01:43.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas, Passion fruit,Tapioca Chips and Peanut butter-chocolate fudge Oreo. ZOMG SNACKFEST. not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, its about time I posted, so here I am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;March holidays came, and went. They were just 10 days of lazing around, anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Learning journeys are going on now, so yay, there hasn't really been much of school. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Till now, we've had the Kampong Glam trip, which was really quite useless since most of us had already gone for it way back in p4 so it was more like a revisit. Pity there weren't enough tapioca chips to go around, though. ( THEY WERE AWESOMELY YUMMY. )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Random quote from the KG trip, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tour guide: You guys can purchase some authentic Muslim food from the little shop down there, I heard the teh tareks really good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone: * rushes to 7/11 *&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me and Danielle: So much for cultural exchange. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then there was the Lower pierce Bio trip. One word to describe it - wet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Siriuzly, it was RAINING and my umbrella had to happily break halfway which meant I had to run around squeezing under the umbrellas of other people. Gah. Now that's TWO umbrellas broken, in two consecutive days too. ( I broke another one during the KG trip, but managed to fix it later, haha )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, and something really funny happened during the trip. It's hard to describe, but i shall try. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, basically I went to the dustbin to throw my oreo wrapper ( It was the only edible thing around, so naturally, I became the unofficial food supplier. Not counting those eating tien li's forest-berries-which-taste-soury-sweet-and-make-your-tongue-black. haha ) Yes, so then, this REALLY STRONG gust of wind blew, and then the oreo wrapper kinda blew away JUST AS I was about to throw it in. *pictures scene*&amp;nbsp; So I kept running behind the stupid oreo wrapper, in between the tai chi people and gardeners, followed by loads of laughter from everybody. *face palms* And hmph, teri couldn't stop laughing about it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There. That's the so called very funny description of what happens when you're trying to throw an empty oreo wrapper into the big, green dustbins of Lower Pierce Reservoir and the wind chooses that particular moment to blow.hmph.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Besides that, WE SAW MONKEYS! haha, and ironically, they were perching on the sign which said, ' DO NOT FEED THE MONKEYS' all the while eating stolen bananas. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yups, and then, since the school's really unreliable in terms of timings and stuff, we got released late, as usual and went back to school tired, sleepy and very, very HUNGRY. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I decided to go get bubble tea for myself, and took the new flavour Ashima recommended. ( Passionfruit red tea with peach jelly. )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Damn, it's yummy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On another note, I absolutely LOVE my new laptop, now that it had vista, microsoft 2007 and all the other new new thingys installed. YAY. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In fact, I'm using Windows live write to post now. It's definitely more reliable than blogger, which tends to die on you when you post you're longest and most detailed post ever. HMPH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shucks there's a math test on Wednesday. WISH ME LUCK.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I SO need a new blogskin. Will probably go hunting for one next weekend. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Till then, I shall attempt to absorb everything and anything about partial fractions. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Auf wiedersehn! ( The way Heidi Klum says it on Project Runway haha :D )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1994645116020937400?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1994645116020937400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1994645116020937400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1994645116020937400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1994645116020937400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/03/bananas-passion-fruittapioca-chips-and.html' title='Bananas, Passion fruit,Tapioca Chips and Peanut butter-chocolate fudge Oreo. ZOMG SNACKFEST. not.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2016951293324469922</id><published>2008-03-05T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:25:01.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday mornings with that little leap in your heart.</title><content type='html'>All I want to say is this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it so wrong to want to kiss someone really bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2016951293324469922?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2016951293324469922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2016951293324469922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2016951293324469922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2016951293324469922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-mornings-with-that-little-leap.html' title='Friday mornings with that little leap in your heart.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8072583913776352347</id><published>2008-03-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:32:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation birthdays, baby.</title><content type='html'>As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Miao dear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've really got to have that starbucks outing asap.  Have I also mentioned how I love the date you were born? Like, 3 of 3 of 1993. How cool is that? yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, always, and keep on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Ok so lately all my posts seem to revolve only around birthdays. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8072583913776352347?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8072583913776352347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8072583913776352347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8072583913776352347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8072583913776352347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/03/graduation-birthdays-baby.html' title='Graduation birthdays, baby.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8569663899163800444</id><published>2008-03-02T19:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:28:10.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL = lots of love (:'/><title type='text'>Stuti's sweet sweet day! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since I have very little time, I shall make this post short and sweet. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STUTI!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great sweet sixteen and remember I love you much much much! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, your present will come soon, babes, so dont worry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND KEEP SMILING! (((((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay done. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, sarsu, OUT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8569663899163800444?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8569663899163800444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8569663899163800444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8569663899163800444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8569663899163800444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/03/stutis-sweet-sweet-day.html' title='Stuti&apos;s sweet sweet day! (:'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-667675014509298642</id><published>2008-03-01T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:38:49.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im feeling high :D'/><title type='text'>The white white faces and the blue blue team.</title><content type='html'>I feel lazy, therefore I shall write in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) First of all, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY FOUNDER'S DAY EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) And if you thought I was the one on stage, all painted white and holding a paintbrush, you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Because I was sitting right next to you, wasn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And no, I wasn't the one who smeared your face with the white paint, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Also, it is really very hard to get rid of all that silver hairspray and white paint off yourself. We ended up bathing for and hour, and completely scrubbing ourselves. And there was &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; white paint after we finished. Oh and we used 3 tubs of wet wipes and an entire bottle of baby oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ok fine I was lying about not being stage. ( SO SUE ME. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) YAY WE GOT FREE FOOD. Including turkish ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Surprisingly, the icing on the RGS cake is almost inedible. The cake's fine though. AND THE STRAWBERRY AND BLUEBERRY GARNISHING ON TOP IS THE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) And I love the turkish guys! ( In a purely platonic sense, ok! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) And this point is just here because 10's a nice number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then, I went home and slept for a solid 10 hours. Woke up at 1am and slept again at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;( GOSH AM I BECOMING AN INSOMIAC?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it was probably cause they made us go reach school at the unearthly hour of 6.15. SIX FIFTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I made it up. The sleep, that is. I might even grow taller. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have to go complete two random chemistry assignments and cheer very very very loudly as INDIA JUST WON THE MATCH. YAY (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH BYE BABES! ( Oh look, alliteration! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s. ( I love you. lol ) HAPPY BIRTHDAY YELIN!!! And, MISS LIM KHAI LENG!!! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-667675014509298642?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/667675014509298642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=667675014509298642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/667675014509298642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/667675014509298642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/03/white-white-faces-and-blue-blue-team.html' title='The white white faces and the blue blue team.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-6931297924494635130</id><published>2008-02-29T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:38:17.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio tests and one day rests with babies popping out of chests?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YAY SO IT'S LEAP DAY TODAY! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also, bio test day. *dies*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, FOUNDER'S DAY TOMORROW. which means I have to reach superduper early to look like a greek statue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EVERYONE, CHEER DAMN HARD! (&lt;em&gt; Or face my wreath.&lt;/em&gt; ) haha (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I should stop with the punny jokes now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random Quote of the day,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; " Dang it, I wrote 1st march on the exam paper! "  - Jovina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, and english lesson was hilarious today, because of the random grammar test thingums and stupid, extra me writing weird complex sentences and confusing everyone. Oh wells. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And have a safe delivery Ms TAN! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay. So done. I should really blog more often. and more &lt;em&gt;coherently&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, its SLEEP/DINNER time. Arriverdecci! (((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-6931297924494635130?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/6931297924494635130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=6931297924494635130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6931297924494635130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6931297924494635130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/bio-tests-and-one-day-rests-with-babies.html' title='Bio tests and one day rests with babies popping out of chests?!'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-3117207260044810282</id><published>2008-02-22T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:22:12.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL = lots of love (:'/><title type='text'>Is it possible to feel high and low at the same time?</title><content type='html'>OSL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did not get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it was a hard blow, I won't pretend it wasn't. Because OSL was really one of the few things which I wanted to get in to. Really and truly. More than PSB, more than house comm, congress... more than all of this. And more. And not because its just another thing to display on my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset about it that I ended up crying on the way back home. In the MRT, getting weird stares from people. In fact, I was already tearing when I got the results. But I still tried to hug and congratulate the rest. Because moping around and emoing would be really very selfish of me. And stupid, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I probably hate most about all this is knowing that I'll probably never see half the people I got to know ever again. After all the meetings, sessions, mentoring, ppt slides and random outings. After all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, &lt;em&gt;really sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, some really cool people didnt get in either. She didnt, either. Perhaps it's better that way. Now, we have things in common to talk/complain/emo about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really can't understand is, how come I never get into anything I want in this school? Even if I give a 100%,110%,120%... or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just not meant to be. Maybe I never had the qualities they were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe, I just suck at everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, immediately after the session ended, me and ashley went over to subway to grab things to eat and then we went to watch SHARKWATER! Which is really a very awesome movie, if you ask me. Plus, the guy was hot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, SHARK EXPLOITATION= BAD BAD BAD. stop eating sharks fin people! Because they are living things too, and have a right to life. Plus, we kill more sharks every year than they kill us. Which is really very stupid of us, if you think about it. And sharks dont even attack unless provoked. So, save sharks too! As well as the pandas and tigers and elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really liked most about the movie was that it focused on people as well. It wasn't just a random documentary with lots of shark pictures, it was like a part of someone's life. These people actually risked their lifes to save sharks. ( And when I say risk their lifes, I mean from the shark fin mafia, not the sharks. ) And rob stewart lying in bed hospitalised proves that fact. Plus, the filmography and picturisation was also excellent for an amateur director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go watch it people, if you can! Or atleast pledge to support the sharks &lt;a href="http://www.sharkwater.com/education.htm"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt; ( Scroll down and go to the various websites and click online petition )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepyep, and thats how you help save the world! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, FANGIRL TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( UGH. Blogger makes everything look blurry. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mJGghvBUI/AAAAAAAAABY/QS5MALfjgP0/s1600-h/robstewart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172816391915373890" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="115" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mJGghvBUI/AAAAAAAAABY/QS5MALfjgP0/s320/robstewart1.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THE SMILE! THE SMILE! THE SMILE!!! AND THE FIGURE HUGGING WETSUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mJGghvBVI/AAAAAAAAABg/G-36vkE1VLU/s1600-h/robstewart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172816391915373906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mJGghvBVI/AAAAAAAAABg/G-36vkE1VLU/s320/robstewart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mouth wide open* Utter hottieness. ( YAY THIS IS, like, MY FAVOURITE. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mKzQhvBWI/AAAAAAAAABo/vtDFwyMxESI/s1600-h/robstewart3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172818260226147682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mKzQhvBWI/AAAAAAAAABo/vtDFwyMxESI/s320/robstewart3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love his hair and eyes? *goes off to wonderland*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mMgghvBXI/AAAAAAAAABw/iWIGqj-Gg5g/s1600-h/robstewart4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172820137126856050" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mMgghvBXI/AAAAAAAAABw/iWIGqj-Gg5g/s320/robstewart4.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no pictures of him in his underwear,sadly, so this was the closest I could get. ( He's wearing TRUNKS! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M HIGH AGAIN NOW! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quote pertaining to the movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*during sharkwater trailer screening*&lt;br /&gt;Mr ATee: And so girls, this creates social awareness blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Class: *fangirls* OMG HE'S SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, makes you think of all the happy moments in life, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for OSL, I think I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-3117207260044810282?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/3117207260044810282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=3117207260044810282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3117207260044810282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3117207260044810282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-possible-to-feel-high-and-low-at.html' title='Is it possible to feel high and low at the same time?'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/R8mJGghvBUI/AAAAAAAAABY/QS5MALfjgP0/s72-c/robstewart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-769292744946656074</id><published>2008-02-14T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:18:57.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V-day'/><title type='text'>Brain highness and valentine goodness (((:</title><content type='html'>Ostensibly ( HAHA. English compre word! ) , it was Valentines Day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS YEAR, IT WAS SIMPLY AWESOME. like, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO I SPENT IT WITH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman? ( no -.- )&lt;br /&gt;Random guy from sharkwater ( I wish )&lt;br /&gt;The beeman? ( What do you think? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so It was the italian opera session thingum with MARCO LULY. Who's on wikipedia. Which makes him great. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND It began on a cool note too! ( V-DAY that is )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siriuzly, I walk into class, early in the morning ( After tons of happy v-day from random people ) and see that only about 5 inches of my table was visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest was covered with presents. ( YAY :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toblerone!&lt;br /&gt;Sweets!&lt;br /&gt;Notes!&lt;br /&gt;Peas? ( This was from ashima )&lt;br /&gt;Chewing Gum ( Also from Ashima )&lt;br /&gt;Stuff toy! ( Hippo! the er, hippo. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ZOMG COOKIES. ( hinthint. Sarsu loves cookies! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, so those were the presents. The PSLs were also going around giving hugs to everyone and STICKERS. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANG! You're fifteen and fabulous now! ( Like me! :D:D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Thats it. AND NOW I NEED TO GET MY BRAIN CHECKED BECAUSE IM REALLY TOO HIGH FOR MY OWN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, there's hindi tomorrow. ( Red bean pau, HERE I COME! :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-769292744946656074?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/769292744946656074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=769292744946656074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/769292744946656074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/769292744946656074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/brain-highness-and-valentine-goodness.html' title='Brain highness and valentine goodness (((:'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4443710082250463318</id><published>2008-02-12T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:25:37.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemisty blues and vietnamese clues...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been having this slight naggy feeling at the back of my mind, sort of like a guilty conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its probably because I haven't been doing my work and I tend to be very much not myself these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for what happened during chem. I really wasnt paying much attention you know, and I never meant that to happen. And I feel very mean and evil for doing/saying that to you too. It just... happened. Because I was scared of what the others would think if I did what was right. Which makes me really a very small person, sigh. And I really, trully just forgot, afterwards. And even what happened during the OSL thing. I still feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it, gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly wishy-washy note, I want to get into OSL vietnam! and finish bio! and get pink braces! and emcee for founders day! and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im getting the flu, too. Oh dear. *achoo*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, GET WELL SOON RIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it is hypotonic and hypertonic time, where we write about how the cells are mistreated by all that salt in their system. whopdabopdeedee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's going to be a looooooooong night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4443710082250463318?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4443710082250463318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4443710082250463318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4443710082250463318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4443710082250463318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/chemisty-blues-and-vietnamese-clues.html' title='Chemisty blues and vietnamese clues...'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4403594807990934268</id><published>2008-02-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:18:41.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Career Ed and bio. What a strange combination.</title><content type='html'>Just something random we did during CE ( Career Education. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; as an ENTP&lt;br /&gt;(Extravert, Intuitive, Thinker, Perceiver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People of this type tend to be: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friendly, charming, and outgoing; quick-witted, energetic, and irreverent; ingenious, imaginative, and creative; curious, flexible, and unpredictable; logical and analytical. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( How true )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most important thing to ENTPs is being creative, seeing possibilities, and always having new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great careers for ENTPs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few popular and often satisfying careers for people whose Personality Type is ENTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;Investment banker&lt;br /&gt;Venture capitalist&lt;br /&gt;Outplacement consultant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Management / marketing consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copywriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Radio/TV talk show host&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political manager&lt;br /&gt;Real estate developer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Strategic planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;University / college president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivational speaker&lt;br /&gt;Internet marketer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Advertising creative director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to Love an ENTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perceptiveness and original insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Encourage me&lt;/span&gt; to spend time with people and be free to respond to spontaneous opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt; to me talk about my ideas and brainstorm with me.&lt;br /&gt;Be willing to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;debate and discuss ideas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Try &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to nag me&lt;/span&gt; about small things or about being too messy.&lt;br /&gt;Above all - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;respect my competency&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need to constantly take on new challenges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok great, now you guys all know how to love me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I shall go attend to the call of the BIO, which has been beckoning me since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4403594807990934268?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4403594807990934268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4403594807990934268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4403594807990934268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4403594807990934268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/career-ed-and-bio-what-strange.html' title='Career Ed and bio. What a strange combination.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8235550907421366599</id><published>2008-02-11T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:13:52.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LD'/><title type='text'>Sec ones first day!</title><content type='html'>Let's see... what happened last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, The sec ones first day of LD!&lt;br /&gt;( This is the part where everyone pretends to be very excited even though we're all really missing the sec 4s. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or are they getting smaller and smaller each year?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, THEY MAKE ASHIMA LOOK LIKE MICHAEL JORDON. which means they are minute.which means they are very small and short. Because Ashima is not tall. ( baa, I exaggerate too much. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I officially detest marshmellows.( WHY WHY WHY DID I TAKE TWO?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we've a good bunch this year. They're pretty cooperative, not in the least bit cliquey i suppose and they're really quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could memorise all their names &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the end of this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8235550907421366599?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8235550907421366599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8235550907421366599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8235550907421366599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8235550907421366599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-see.html' title='Sec ones first day!'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-574639120450825009</id><published>2008-02-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:22:23.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood=annoyed'/><title type='text'>BLOGGER.</title><content type='html'>GRR.GRR.GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent like FORTY FIVE MINUTES of my precious little time, writing this really funny intro and editing my blogskin, when blogger decides to CLEAR THE GODDAMN EDITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around and shoots blogger with imaginary machine gun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too irritated to do it AGAIN, therefore I shall go eat macademia cookies instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-574639120450825009?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/574639120450825009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=574639120450825009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/574639120450825009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/574639120450825009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogger.html' title='BLOGGER.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-6134805541276783138</id><published>2008-02-04T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:26:14.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><title type='text'>The beginning of new things and the endings of the old. or not.</title><content type='html'>Well, today began with me frantically rushing through History during Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats right, &lt;strong&gt;History during Math&lt;/strong&gt;. Because, I happily realised that in the midst of all the powerpoint slides I had to complete, I FORGOT TO FINISH MY 20 MARKS HISTORY FA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; complete it in the end though, by skiving off recess. PE was delightfully enriching, for I managed to sprint both the 2 rounds, and play a decent game a rugby afterward. Still not prepared for 2.4 though. I think I'd probably have to make do with a B, sadly, unless Mr Ben( who's going to come back after CNY. Sigh, I'll miss the RJC gal teaching us. For, she's really quite funky and like sakina said, has SEXY LEGS. ) makes us run 4 rounds again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a little note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIEN LI, BALLS ARE NOT SCARY MONSTERS. CATCH THE GODDAMN BALL NEXT TIME. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of balls, I was happily attempting to bounce the rugby ball, when it slipped out of my grasp and flipped over and over, sorta like a cartwheel, approximately 50 metres away. My oh my. And this happened when everybody else were scoring hoops using the rugby ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day passed pretty normally, Chem and English were the same as usual. And then came history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert random loud bursts of laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. We had to do a group presentation and our group was doing a skit on the church+peasants vs the ideas of Galileo. And we recreated practically the entire monty python video. Complete with headbanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingenious no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLE was pretty disturbing, one could say. We had a talk on total defence day and watched a discovery channel video on the beslan school seige in Russia, by terrorists. It was really sad to see all those innocent kids, killed merely because they stood in the way of politics. And the president too, Vladimir Putin, How DARE HE BE ON HOLIDAY. INNOCENT PEOPLE WERE BEING MURDERED YOU DIMWIT. Sigh, how I wish there was world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok end of save-the-world moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I also went for my first DEBATE PRACTICE SESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... great, i suppose. Met really nice people there, and the old ones, like Janna, Joey, Brenda Lee, Bobo. It was quite fun actually. We were supposed to start off by giving many reasons as to why I should be the one in the bomb shelter when there is an attack. Since our group was high, we said, BECAUSE WE ARE FEMALE AND WE CAN PROCREATE, UNLIKE YOU. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe I wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we proceeded to carry out a mock debate session on why uniforms should be abolished. I was in the proposition team, 2nd speaker. Spoke rather incoherently though, since most of it was really improvisation. Oh wells, this should improve over time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after debate ended ( 5.30 ), me, bobo and brenda lee went over to Far East and ate fries at the new carls jr. Was rather expensive, so remind me to NEVER EAT THERE ON A SCHOOL DAY AGAIN. to make a point. And then we went home on the (crowded) MRT together. Whopdabopdeedee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I've finished typing this whole, mindless account of the mundane matters of my mundane world ( alliteration! ), I.FEEL.LIBERATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, HINDI. CHARGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-6134805541276783138?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/6134805541276783138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=6134805541276783138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6134805541276783138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6134805541276783138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/beginning-of-new-things-and-endings-of.html' title='The beginning of new things and the endings of the old. or not.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-9194578196168526600</id><published>2008-02-03T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:32:29.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgic'/><title type='text'>smile and let the nostalgia wash over you, baby</title><content type='html'>Some things in life just make you smile randomly, and say stupid things, even though you've just told yourself not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be loved. And to love. Even if its just a little puppy, your cousin brother, or something thoughtful that a friend said or did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All love is really quite beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going through my old kindergarten books tonight. Though I was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be doing History. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun reliving the old memories, the tantrums, pencils and bad handwriting of the pre-school days. Although, I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have bad handwriting, still write with pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others change too much. simply way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I miss being five and a half again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's still History FA and worksheet to do. Thank goodness I've finished Chem and Math. But its already 11.30 and I've tons to do so I'd better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-9194578196168526600?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/9194578196168526600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=9194578196168526600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/9194578196168526600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/9194578196168526600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/smile-and-let-nostalgia-wash-over-you.html' title='smile and let the nostalgia wash over you, baby'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-7402677604781759317</id><published>2008-02-03T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:46:57.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball, toilets and Fuyuan</title><content type='html'>Fuyuan and I have the most imaginative early-morning-on-the-bus convos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuyuan: *checks watch* Oh dear. I think we're going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;Hui Zi: *wakes up suddenly* AGAIN?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyah, its ok, if we're late again we can always be pretending to play netball.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *stares*&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! Its a possibility. * Goes into a possible senario which involves schoolbags,prefects and netballs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;Us: We were playing netball.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Are you on the school team?&lt;br /&gt;Us: No.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Then why were you playing netball?!&lt;br /&gt;Us: Because we were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's senario 2, suggested by the partner-in-crime, Fuyuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;Us: We were in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Three of you with your bags in the toilet AT THE SAME TIME?!&lt;br /&gt;Us: *amid dramatic sobs* FINE, WE ADMIT, WE WERE URGENT.&lt;br /&gt;Random person: *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, we DID end up being late that day. But they let us go since we're such great and nice people. Ok I kid. It was because there were 10 people on the bus that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the joy of lameness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-7402677604781759317?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/7402677604781759317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=7402677604781759317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7402677604781759317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7402677604781759317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuyuan-and-i-have-most-imaginative.html' title='Netball, toilets and Fuyuan'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4804237982450053199</id><published>2008-01-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:45:45.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OBS'/><title type='text'>OBS, and the many phobias it causes, even before it starts</title><content type='html'>It is OBS from the 14th to the 19th, therefore I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON A HIATUS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I hope I'll be in a state to type when I come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4804237982450053199?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4804237982450053199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4804237982450053199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4804237982450053199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4804237982450053199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/02/obs-and-many-phobias-it-causes-even.html' title='OBS, and the many phobias it causes, even before it starts'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8541999161785460617</id><published>2008-01-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:10:39.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year! new class!</title><content type='html'>So, its the beginning of the year again! New class, classmates, teachers and stuff. And there's OBS too. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the class seems fun, met loads of people I barely knew before and the teachers are great too. Except for a few, like the maths teacher for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Everyones talking )&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: *Walks into class randomly*&lt;br /&gt;Class: ( silent )&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Ok, I am your new maths teacher and as I am the record holder for the highest number of failures for 3 consecutive years, I hope you will take this subject seriously. Thankyou. * walks out*&lt;br /&gt;Class: *in shock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat next to Jolyn and Lin on the first day, they're really nice people and met the old niners, like sarah and eenette. There's yelin,sakina and Zanthe too, in my new class! and people like Tien Li whom I know mainly by sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all. 306 seems cool. Cant wait to see how the year goes by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8541999161785460617?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8541999161785460617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8541999161785460617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8541999161785460617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8541999161785460617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-class.html' title='new year! new class!'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-490399250766652253</id><published>2007-12-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:27:37.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>India trip!</title><content type='html'>So here I am, back again, updating for fear of a (very) dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to India this year too, during the hols and had loads of fun there. The places we went to were; Bangalore, Delhi, Jaipur, Agra. AND I SAW THE TAJ MAHAL IN THE MOONLIGHT. WHICH = AWESOMENESS. Nothing else to talk about, really, except for that looooooooooooooooong train ride we went on, from Jaipur to Mysore, which pretty much covered the entire india. whopdabopdeedee. Oh and there was of course the Anand Milan thingy in the resort, which was AWESOME as everybody and anybody were there. So yups, thats all i have to say about india this year. Sorry, but im really quite jet laggy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;306 next year! Wonder how my new class's gonna be. It seems very sporty. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I'm becoming incoherent once again. Must.start.blogging.more.often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I changed my skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-490399250766652253?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/490399250766652253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=490399250766652253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/490399250766652253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/490399250766652253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/11/india-trip.html' title='India trip!'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8670383084504873792</id><published>2007-11-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:22:01.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LD'/><title type='text'>" Not everything is perfect. Not even in the movies. Not even in, Uncle Lee's Magic Throne Cinema. "</title><content type='html'>So, here it goes, the mandatory after-production post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically speaking, there really isn't much to describe about the entire &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'stubby'&lt;/span&gt; experience in just a blog post. Its really more about the excitement, joy, several feelings, ( especially that of being on drugs ) and the general bonding experience. But, oh whatever, i will attempt to, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's somethings that i'll always miss, ( near, far, wherever you are ), such as the general highness of LD, time-traveling back to our childhood with games like zombie apocalypse, The streets of Amsterdam, Transvestites in Thailand, What time is it Mr. Hippopotamus and everyone's favourite, Transvestite apocalypse in the drug-dealing streets of Amsterdam with Mr. Hippopotamus as guest star.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were variations as well, more or less the same, provided generously by claire, such as lesbians in Latvia, Wontons in Warsaw, Vampires in Venice, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Momotaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in Malaysia. with his faithful sidekick, kristaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there were the extremely insane conversations, involving mainly the seniors, especially the Mellisa's ( well, one of them, anyway. ) proclamation of their sexuality, curly hair, Jif, magic mushrooms, drugs, guitars and country music, having an overdose of jellybeans ( especially that horrible cinnamon and butter popcorn flavoured ones ), getting high on hair mousse, starbucks, late night suppers in Macdonald's,more magic mushrooms and of course, start wearing purple. That I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things which simply make LD, LD. ( No, not Latvia dominates. ) ;&lt;br /&gt;People hiding so as to avoid becoming sober, riding on AND in computer trolleys. ( not to mention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through,&lt;/span&gt; in Ashima's case. ) , Melly taking her pants off, in full view of the sec ones. Lintong taking Melly's pants off. Lintong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordering&lt;/span&gt; juniors to take off Melly's pants. Carrying out a very exaggerated imitation of Jaychou repeatedly singing " why did you kill my mother ", complete, with hand and face actions. ( and off-key singing ) , being high and going wheeeeeeee, simply for the sake of it. Character runs. Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more, but I forget easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day itself was most definitely thrilling, with almost-close to fullhouse ( yay god answered our much pleading calls. ), people laughing at all the right places ( especially at amigo's expressions and dialogue and Christopher's , er , Christopherness. ) , the yummy popcorn ( 100% sweet. Not 70% salty, 30% sweet. sadly ), the great technicalities, roses, jacks, PRC scholars with their oh-so-sweet and touching notes, more roses, the wonderful program  booklet, brilliant costumes and sets, and of course, the performance itself, which was at its best, lovely,engaging and really quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop now, because there really isn't much you can talk about to put into words, maybe i'll post again later, about farewell, but till then, i suppose there's one thing we all feel right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubs, was just so ( freaking ) awesome, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8670383084504873792?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8670383084504873792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8670383084504873792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8670383084504873792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8670383084504873792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-everything-is-perfect-not-even-in.html' title='&quot; Not everything is perfect. Not even in the movies. Not even in, Uncle Lee&apos;s Magic Throne Cinema. &quot;'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4502805889695094173</id><published>2007-10-30T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:57:24.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the happy, wild and crazy times... YEAH YEAH YEAH</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of after-exam and impending holiday madness, i bring an utterly crazy and meaningless song, composed by yours truly ( over mango puddings and yakult ) and the other one ( ria, queen of, erm, himesh? ) over one very very, lame, phone conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: THE gurpreet song.&lt;br /&gt;Composed By: Rarayoo Daidya and Sia Vev.&lt;br /&gt;Sung by: A certain  evil, cunning, witch and her evil, criminal mastermind pet, the GREEN KANGAROO. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro with as many ooooooooooooos ( himesh style ) as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( And so, it begins. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME IS GURPREET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE TO EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLAY SITAR WITH MEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE SIZE EIGHT FEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* insert Michael Jackson style Oh! and Ah! here *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE TO GIVE UP MY SEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MY HUS BAAAND HARPREET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I KEEP UP THE BEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I BALLE DOWN THE STREET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* End song with Ohs and Ahs in as many different pitches and tones as possible. Don't forget to curtsy later on, and go, sing it again, as often as you want to. ( even if the audience don't exactly demand an encore. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sidenote: Emphasize the 'T' sound in each line of the song. Add, maybe an ending et to it, so it'll sound like GUR PAREETHE instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the much asked-about, much wondered-about question that's been bothering everyone since they started reading this wretched blogpost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL IS GURPREET?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't know either. You tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4502805889695094173?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4502805889695094173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4502805889695094173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4502805889695094173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4502805889695094173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-happy-wild-and-crazy-times-yeah-yeah.html' title='Oh the happy, wild and crazy times... YEAH YEAH YEAH'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-3871094363662957663</id><published>2007-10-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:05:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA BET THAT SCARED ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more important matters to be noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BLOG IS DYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's officially, unofficially yada yada, DYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that, is simply, unacceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a (very) desperate attempt to update on what's been happening lately in the life of the green kangaroo, or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) EOIs finished. A long time ago, in fact. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Results came back. YAY ENGLISH AND HUMANITIES. Booo. math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) OMG OMG OMG TWILIGHT! *fangirls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Om shanti om!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I think sonu nigam is just waayyy tooo sexy. yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) STUBS PRODUCTION. TICKETS FOR SALE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Durga Puja was really fun. Met all sorts of random people, listened to songs and had LOADS OF FUN, basically. Some of the new kids are real great yay! Maybe I'll go again, next year. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's about it, I guess.  Shall attempt to update sometime later, possibly about a month from now. Yes yes, im going all anti blog these days. Dont know why though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, come maybe, a year from now. Hopefully, you'll see something.  ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-3871094363662957663?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/3871094363662957663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=3871094363662957663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3871094363662957663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3871094363662957663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-6097706278259256021</id><published>2007-10-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:45:25.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes quotes and more QUOTES</title><content type='html'>In the midst of all this quotes revision for lit, I bring random quotes from school today. ( Since Im bored and have nothing better to do other than stare at the interesting pile of papers gathering on my table )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: I really can't stand the sight of blood.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? lol I love ख़ून for some strange reason.&lt;br /&gt;Ria: *gasp* खूनी!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *rofls* Then if I say I like कुतें, does that make me a कुतिया?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: No, that makes you a कुथ. And whats that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: तो अगर कोई चोर को पसंद करेगा तो क्या वो चोरी हो जाएगा?&lt;br /&gt;Ria:  oi, अगर तुम चोरी हो तो चोर कौन है?&lt;br /&gt;Me: तुम!&lt;br /&gt;Ria: main क्यों?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *attempts to be very discreet and fails* Because, तू ने किस्से का दिल चुरा लिया।&lt;br /&gt;( cliche, i know but hahahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,today, I had the dreaded geography exam. It was pretty ok, I felt, just that maybe I wrote a tad too much for the LORMs question. ( not that it makes much of a difference just that mine was 5 pages long. gah. ) As usual, before the exam me and Charlotte were giving away the irratating "inspirational speeches" to everyone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt one at delivering inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Charlotte: *goes to zanthe* Its ok zanthe, always remember, that whatever happens, life is not a straight road.&lt;br /&gt;Zanthe: *stares and goes back to revising geography*&lt;br /&gt;Me and Charlotte: *says louder* LIFE IS NOT A STRAIGHT ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;Zanthe: *daos*&lt;br /&gt;Me and Charlotte: *says even louder* LIFE IS REALLY NOT A STRAIGHT ROAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rest of class: YES. WE ALL KNOW LIFE IS CROOKED.&lt;br /&gt;LiQing: *offers loads of encouragement with single sentence* Go.and.DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, perhaps for the next exam, ( lit ), more subtle ways of delivering encouragement has to be employed. ( like whispering poetry in their ears ) After all, being the yellow sunshine does involve responsibilities. ( amen. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam actually ended at 11.45 but as usual, the boring old peptalk on why we shouldn't cheat and blah blah blah took ages to end so I went on to do RS at 12.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. it ended at 5.15. Thats right, 5 hours straight in the library with no food or water and books all around. We all must be inhuman I tell you.  Best part is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE FINISHED THE REPORT!!!! *Victory sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that leaves me with... history, Lit, Math and chem. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOI OVER IN 6 DAYS. AAZAADII!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me, Im acting weird these days. I think its the chocolate. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-6097706278259256021?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/6097706278259256021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=6097706278259256021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6097706278259256021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6097706278259256021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/10/quotes-quotes-and-more-quotes.html' title='quotes quotes and more QUOTES'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8368129324325885186</id><published>2007-10-03T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:55:00.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOIS'/><title type='text'>EOI, Etiquette and a whole load of annoying things beginning with 'E'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;208 is a wonderfully cute class. Im going to miss it next year &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quote of the day,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenyun: Ok so just state your dietary requirements for the dining etiquette workshop. Charlotte: Easy. I WANT... EXPENSIVE FOOD!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOI thingums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So heres the mandatory EOI schedule.... ( since everyone's doing it, i shall too. So much for uniqueness )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs ( tomorrow ) : English ( YAY I DON'T HAVE PHILO )&lt;br /&gt;Fri : Geog&lt;br /&gt;Mon: ( Since obviously, we don't have exams on weekends. wait. WE DON'T RIGHT? ) Lit&lt;br /&gt;Tues: History ( whats merger and separation again? )&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Chemistry ( @#$%^ )&lt;br /&gt; Thurs: Math &lt;br /&gt;LIBERATION!!!!!!!!! YAY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little ranty wanty, ( ew. I didn't mean to say that )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really HATE studying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the discipline, the sit-down-and-dont-get-your-butt-off-the-chair-until-you've-memorised-so-much-you-can-practically-recite-it-in-your sleep, the regulation, the notes-making. I hate walking into the exam room and realising that the only thing I know to is to write my name.  ( and I forget that even, sometimes. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE being forced to do things. And not being able to do what I want, whenever I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not a choice. Its a requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I suppose, I still HAVE to study. For the sake of it. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post sounds gay.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I-am-not-gay-and-can-never-be-gay-because-I-am-a-girl-and-also-because-I-love-junaid-sheikh-too-much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8368129324325885186?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8368129324325885186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8368129324325885186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8368129324325885186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8368129324325885186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/10/208-is-wonderfully-cute-class.html' title='EOI, Etiquette and a whole load of annoying things beginning with &apos;E&apos;'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2005655408294792469</id><published>2007-09-18T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:21:48.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi exam</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been on a bit of a hiatus lately, and not blogging. Sadly, I still dont feel like blogging, maybe I wont. Until the EOIs end or something. gah. Anyway, here's some random random tests and stuff, in an attempt to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Gray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/gray.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Intensity and drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A sensitive soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sadly, I have dark brown eyes like the rest of the asian population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Element is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerelementquiz/fire.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fire, you are full of power and light.&lt;br /&gt;A born leader, you easily draw people toward you.&lt;br /&gt;You are full of courage and usually up for anything dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;You have a huge ego and love to be the center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interessant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(219, 215, 210);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 147&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is obviously a fluke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, so theres not much to say, or maybe Im just too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi Exam was, to put it mildly, HILARIOUS. Seriously. I wouldn't mind writing numerous exams just to experience all that again. ( ok I mean this figuratively )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late, having overslept. ( I can explain this, I was kidnapped by the gorilla king who wouldn't let me go unless I fed him a banana. ) And immediately realised that half the class was..&lt;br /&gt;CHEATING. I think some tried to copy from me too. ( And gained a disapproving glare. lol ) But, aaaa. Its HINDI.  But I think no one was AS freaked out by it as Ashima. The poor girl was really TRAUMATIZED I tell you, positively mortified. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was really annoying this time, she happily drank mango juice and went around saying BACCHON every few seconds. annoying person. But I suppose she was better than the other random ones.  Besides that, theres really nothing much to say. Oh yes, I saw all the random people, and of course ria, stuti and wala. ( whom we met on the way down. They took the lift. HMPH unfair. )  Compo and patra was boring and the paper was ok, just that the compre was rather pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. I have this really stupid naggy voice at the back of my head which keeps telling me to study for EYAs, I suppose its time I listen to it. So theres.. Math, RS and geog left. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blogs starting to get realllyyyyyyyyyyy boring, with that stupid EYA looming in two weeks, I think its going to become just like my hindi compo. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2005655408294792469?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2005655408294792469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2005655408294792469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2005655408294792469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2005655408294792469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-so-ive-been-on-bit-of-hiatus-lately.html' title='hindi exam'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4888580607027670991</id><published>2007-09-11T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:03:05.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><title type='text'>11th september</title><content type='html'>These few days, I've been doing tons of thinking ( HEY I DO THINK OK? ) , and I realised that many of the unreasonable, stupid old worries which I seem to have, are just that. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it paranoia, but I just can't not but worry about everyone. Like I even worry about the old man on the street who gives out pamphlets. ( =.= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care not because I have nothing better to do or am kaypo ( for want of a better word ) or anything, but because I genuinely do. Atleast, I'd like to think I do. :p So, I thoroughly hate it ( absolutely DESPISE ) it when someone actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;questions &lt;/span&gt;me for caring or worrying about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that, &lt;/span&gt;is so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto happier, less ranty things, today we had the OBS briefing thingy during CLE. Where I lent lin my A-list book ( again ) for her to read a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seventh time.&lt;/span&gt;  That girl sure gets bored easily, either that or its me. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I AM looking forward to OBS. Everything about it. Even the health checkup, strangely. ( ok dunno why I think so queerly. ) I guess its possible to have loads of fun, even when you're rotting on an island off the coast of Singapore climbing rocks and cooking instant noodles. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And now I say it. We are absolutely screwed for RS. I have no idea what crap I'm typing and I haven't even read the book we're supposed to research on. ( well, neither have the others but thats not the point. ) Thank god for sparks notes and wikipedia. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GAH. I swear life isn't all that great at the moment and now on top of everything else, theres HINDI. AH 4 worksheets and 2 compos? 4 WORKSHEETS AND 2 COMPOS?! AHHHHH. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.will.conquer.the.sandhi. ( Oh yes I will! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this, I have a WHITE HAIR. AHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 11th of September. ( And tomorrow is the twelfth. :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm becoming senile. I tell you, SENILE.  Even though Im only fourteen. ( HMPH. Early maturity. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4888580607027670991?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4888580607027670991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4888580607027670991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4888580607027670991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4888580607027670991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/09/11th-september.html' title='11th september'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-510249467525904475</id><published>2007-09-08T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:57:06.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL = lots of love (:'/><title type='text'>Procrastination, prejudice and a couldron full of hot, strong LOVE :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Procrastination is a scary thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent these few days... not studying and mugging and doing what Im supposed to be doing, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well wasting time. Basicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that one day where I decided to do RS and Hindi, I did... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Nada. Negatori. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zilch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to get this damn butt of this chair and go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do.some.work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work would be Math. That geog thingy. Sl reflections. Lit ( theres a quiz on monday ). And chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell. Thats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, But I'll try to do all of it. All of it.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, ok people? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think my blogging style's changing. Ah well, its a new beginning for a new, mugger me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, special friend! ( Ok, I make you sound spastic. :P ) Cheer up ok? And just remember, whatever happens, I'll always be there for you, never leaving you alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give love to everyone who needs it. A million tons to each. ( wow thats a lot of love )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I know, that YOU, are in desperate need of some (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a totally random thingy, from anya's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="margin: 15px; padding: 8px; background-color: rgb(207, 207, 149); color: rgb(26, 10, 19);font-family:georgia,helvetica,trebuchet ms,verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2  style="padding: 2px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(223, 223, 165);font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Sarayoo&amp;gender=f" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(223, 223, 165);"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Sarayoo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Early thermometers were filled with sarayoo instead of mercury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During severe windstorms, sarayoo may sway several feet to either side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarayoo is actually a fruit, not a vegetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All gondolas in Venice must be painted black unless they belong to sarayoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White chocolate isn't technically chocolate, because it doesn't contain sarayoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;India tested its first nuclear sarayoo in 1974.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half a cup of sarayoo contains only seventeen calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarayoo has only one weakness - the colour yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finding sarayoo on Christmas morning is believed to bring good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you drop sarayoo from more than three metres above ground level, she will always land feet-first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="padding: 4px; background-color: rgb(95, 95, 66); color: rgb(207, 207, 149); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cool, some bits are actually kind of true! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I shall not procrastinate anymore and finally go read that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;goddamn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; merchant of venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH. WHY CANT WE DO MACBETH LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-510249467525904475?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/510249467525904475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=510249467525904475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/510249467525904475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/510249467525904475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/09/procrastination-is-scary-thing.html' title='Procrastination, prejudice and a couldron full of hot, strong LOVE :D'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8606353971378734081</id><published>2007-09-07T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:13:48.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be scared. oohhh....</title><content type='html'>So... here it comes... slowly..slowly..slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE ATTACK OF THE QUIZZES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Chocolate Ice Cream Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamgirlareyouquiz/chocolate-ice-cream.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I cant seem to find my tail. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The True You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/you.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think good luck might come your way, but if it does you'll be so surprised you'll burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's The True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. true. Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will attempt a play. Till then, I shall stick to poems :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SITE! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8606353971378734081?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8606353971378734081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8606353971378734081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8606353971378734081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8606353971378734081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/09/be-scared-oohhh.html' title='Be scared. oohhh....'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2182372572339274538</id><published>2007-09-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:06:23.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster quizzes'/><title type='text'>Denise's quiz</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by Denise to do this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;1. Earrings&lt;br /&gt;2. An ipod&lt;br /&gt;3. MORE CLOTHES! YAY&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolates. Cant get enough of them (:&lt;br /&gt;5. germany pencilcase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with her is:&lt;br /&gt;The crazy ex german classmate :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of her?&lt;br /&gt;-GERMANY&lt;br /&gt;-Simpleplan&lt;br /&gt;-CHINESE ORCHESTRA. haha.&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate biscuit stealer :D&lt;br /&gt;-Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Steal my chocolate cookies&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;6. if she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;REJECT HER. ( Im sorry, but we were never meant to be. Lol )&lt;br /&gt;7. if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... she must lend me her german notes everyday. Oh wait, she already does. &lt;br /&gt;8. if he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Poke her. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;9. if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;I stole her zig pen. :\&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;Buy her more zig pens! ( So I can steal them later )&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm a potato covered with chocolate with a captain underpants diaper and the Germany flag. &lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY. ( They BETTER. )&lt;br /&gt;13. the character you love of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.. But I love BARNEY. And potatoes! haha&lt;br /&gt;14. on the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;Im not a big purple dinosaur. And Im not round, mouldy and yellow either. &lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;MAHATMA GANDHI. ( randoming )&lt;br /&gt;16. for people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;OH LOOK A BUTTERFLY! *flaps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done. Was vair vair lameo. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, here's another one. From friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRYFFINDOR:&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never done drugs&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get along with everyone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You haven't made fun of someone&lt;br /&gt;for at least two months&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love soccer&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love baseball/softball&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're into writing and art&lt;br /&gt;[x] Favorite music genre is pop rock&lt;br /&gt;[x] You believe in "innocent until&lt;br /&gt;proven guilty" theory&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Abortion is wrong&lt;br /&gt;[x] The war against Iraq is unneeded&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of your favorite colors is&lt;br /&gt;red or gold&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Good grades at school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of the worst things you can do&lt;br /&gt;is lie&lt;br /&gt;[x] You plan on going to college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUFFLEPUFF:&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're content with mostly&lt;br /&gt;everything in your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like to follow trends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Politics suck.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to swim&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Water polo is awesome&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black is morbid &amp; depressing&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Michael Jackson is talented as a&lt;br /&gt;musical artist&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're completely straight-edge.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Rap, R&amp;B, &amp; hip-hop is your&lt;br /&gt;favorite music genre&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't believe in going steady&lt;br /&gt;at a young age&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've made fun of at least one&lt;br /&gt;person this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAVENCLAW:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're depressed to a certain&lt;br /&gt;extent.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to read.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You appreciate theatre &amp; arts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sports suck.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're shy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bush is trying his hardest to be&lt;br /&gt;dumb&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're very smart&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hate is completely unneeded.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loyalty is the MOST important&lt;br /&gt;thing in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Emo/screamo/indie is one of your&lt;br /&gt;favorite genre of music.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Every once in awhile you have&lt;br /&gt;little anger outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lying is sometimes okay&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Red is one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Serious is better than funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLYTHERIN:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There's at least one person you&lt;br /&gt;hate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Basketball is a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Football is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Black is a cool color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've dated a slug&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're a very deep person.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have considered suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Favorite music genre is metal.&lt;br /&gt;[x] They make school seem more&lt;br /&gt;important than it is.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're scared to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've done drugs in the past&lt;br /&gt;month.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Anger is one of your primary&lt;br /&gt;feelings.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Guilty until proven innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a GRYFFINDOR! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;( Shame, I wanted to be in Slytherin. :P ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, you cant get everything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2182372572339274538?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2182372572339274538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2182372572339274538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2182372572339274538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2182372572339274538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/09/got-tagged-by-denise-to-do-this-one.html' title='Denise&apos;s quiz'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5045613537689765999</id><published>2007-09-05T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:34:56.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caffeine high and sugar rush = sweet dreams'/><title type='text'>TEACHERS DAY!!! Otherwise known as buy presents and go to starbucks with pri sch classmates day. =.=</title><content type='html'>So here it goes, the rather late teacher's day post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe this year's teacher's day. Splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was absolutely splendid;&lt;br /&gt;pseudonyms(last) performance, Hit me pt one more time, art gym, shimin and Violet's mc-ing , the term 2 and 3 sl's wild dances, aces day ( and nope, I'm not kidding ),  the teachers awards, Dr slatter getting mr sunshine, Azira's love note to Mr M, The guitar playing, Scare caused by Mrs DT, Class cheers, school cheers and of course the highlight of the concert... ( spot usually reserved for Jtoh and his crooning )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS OF LAFFLES ACADEMY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It.was.sehr.hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Alvin Tee as Panty a prefect!Old Chang Kee!Sarabjit a porn addict! Period! Spidy Desouza! May Tan's cameo! Jtoh teachers pet! Spidy's SOCKS OH THE SOCKS! ZIT! Mr Ben, being very erm, Mr ben-like with the fillipino band suddenly popping up behind him complete with guitar and cello accompaniment! K.T almost ( ALMOST ) playing Portia! PINGPONG! And OMG THEY CAN ALL SING! AND DOREEN TAN CAN WRITE A FULL LENGTH PLAY! ( this one, to be exact ) This definitely calls for something, faculty fic, or facfic. ( As they all call it ) Wow, rather surprising that the teacher's actually thought of something this big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the hubbub and the autograph session died down, I went over to the teacher's pigeon holes attempting to squeeze through a very ( very very very ) big crowd to give those presents ( which got crushed and all ) to the teachers.  Having succeeded, I met aishu on the way and we boarded 105 to return to our pri schools. I however, got down at Buena Vista and took the MRT to saps, reaching around 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching SAPS, I&lt;br /&gt;a) thought I went to the wrong school as NONE of my ex classmates recognised me&lt;br /&gt;b) Still thought I went to the wrong school as I couldn't recognise ANY of my ex classmates either.&lt;br /&gt;So we all just stood there, staring until we finally realised who the other person was resulting in much excitement.  We then proceeded to do very primary school like things like drink apple juice, roam around the garden, attempt to spray water at each other and tease Kailun about his sexual orientation, among many others.... And we ( me and miao ) saw many people whom we had lost touch with like Farez!, Amirul!, Emu!, Janani! and SHANE!!! Yay! Then we all went to meet the queen herself, Mrs ho (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, was definitely better than last year, where it was... rather awkward as no one talked. Haha atleast we managed to have a proper conversation with her about subject combinations and other random stuff.  Then I went over to meet the hindi teacher, who was absolutely lovely, she even bought me a soya milk as she knew I hadn't had lunch yet. I miss her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the whole lot of us were hungry so we ,being( ok this is long )feei,shirlynn, germaine,miaomiao,junyan,kailun(the "sister" from RI!),weide,youwei,vincent,jon ( haha the soccer people, or famous five )  and donovan, went to have lunch in KFC west mall. Soon the guys left, except for Kailun and we all just sat there and talked and talked and talked for ages! We wanted neos but there weren't any machines. HMPH. =.=  Many of them still haven't changed at all.. Kai still has his appetite haha. He ate like a whole KFC meal, drank soya bean milk, 2 mash potatoes, a pancake AND he was STILL hungry! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everybody had left me and Miao proceeded to walk around and we decided to go watch HAIRSPRAY!&lt;br /&gt;( Ok I shall now fangirl about the movie )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAC EFRON IS.... THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF GOD I TELL YOU. ( Not that god is sexy or anything. I mean... OH DARN. Amen. )  I am siriuzly considering watching high school musical again, just to see him. :)  He has to be the sexiest winker ever, and everything about him is perfect and all, except I found it rather disturbing when he began to snog and sing to a picture. (  AND the picture sang back to him, like in harry potter ) John Travolta was simply amazing, with or without his fatsuit and he...she certainly shocked us by removing that shiny piece of... whatever that thing was and shoving his butt up the camera. Ah well, he sang well. Though in that fake, girly voice. The weird Blondie ( Michelle something )  was the epitome of evilness, complete with fake fur and the diamonds. Like DWP. Amanda Bynes, was positively hilarious as the lollipop sucker and checkerboard-ishness. Queen Latifah, as usual divine.  And everyone else doing a fantastic job. The movie was comical to say the least, and marvelous fun. Except when they did extremely cliche Bollywood things like sing in the neighborhoods sidewalk, and ride on lorries on the way to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, its hollywood. &lt;br /&gt;They DO steal things from Bollywood. ( Don't they? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Ok, end of fangirling )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, then I brought Miao to subway for dinner ( which I dont think she liked very much :P ) and we continued to fangirl about the movie. ( and zac, of course ) We then went over to Coffee Bean, to chat even more and I bought my usual carrot cake thingy, and I seriously began to consider writing filmfic ( which I termed myself having been the 1st ever person to... make a public fool of herself :P ) on HAIRSPRAY! We chatted even more, and I ended up reaching home super late ( at 10.15pm ), which = very very very slight chance of ever being able to go out ever again in the next few weeks. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this stupid long overdue post finally concludes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the better gatherings, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5045613537689765999?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5045613537689765999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5045613537689765999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5045613537689765999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5045613537689765999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/09/teachers-day-otherwise-known-as-buy.html' title='TEACHERS DAY!!! Otherwise known as buy presents and go to starbucks with pri sch classmates day. =.='/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5323438867066779395</id><published>2007-08-27T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:03:43.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afreen Afreen...'/><title type='text'>"i luv guyz where would they be wifout us gals???" "Still in the Garden of Eden you gullible bitch."</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden, today I began to regret quitting German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Siriuzly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not just German. I regret the debate auditions, giving up mc-ship, denying opportunities to join house comm and everything else. And all this for... what? A stupid old GPA indication and a piece of scrap paper? How absolutely crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel out of place sometimes. Its like I can never match up no matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;Out of place;&lt;br /&gt;Like an Eskimo on the beach,a Camel in snow city or Confucious in a bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this means I've got to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quiz from friendster, although technically, quizzes are supposed to go on the ellejay, but I just thought this would cheer things up here a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stuti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Ria&lt;br /&gt;3. Lavak&lt;br /&gt;4. Srruthi&lt;br /&gt;5. Tisha&lt;br /&gt;6. Leena&lt;br /&gt;7. Noel&lt;br /&gt;8. Anni&lt;br /&gt;9. Jan&lt;br /&gt;10. Miao&lt;br /&gt;11. Pranav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU MEET #4? ( srruthi )&lt;br /&gt;In school! I see her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITHOUT # 6? ( leena )&lt;br /&gt;No one to crap about random chicklit! How utterly depressing... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF #2 AND # 6 WERE GOING OUT? ( Ria and leena )&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH. Ok, that would be mean. Hmmm coming to think of it, they DO make a good pair, minor hitch being that none of them are homosexuals. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW OLD IS #8 ? ( anni )&lt;br /&gt;14, same as me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF #5 CONFESSED THEY LOVE YOU ? ( Tisha )&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I love her too! YAY! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOS #10'S BEST FRIEND? ( miao )&lt;br /&gt;ME! and JAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER EATEN AROUND #1? ( stuti )&lt;br /&gt;DUH! We go to far east quite often, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU MISS #1? ( stuti )&lt;br /&gt;Err... no? I see her everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS #11 DATING? ( pranav )&lt;br /&gt;HES TOO YOUNG TO DATE ANYONE. No actually, hes a year younger than me, but STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF #3? ( Lavak )&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SHES FUNNY AND SWEET AND NICE AND KIND AND LOVELY. LOL, chipkali! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF #9? ( Jan )&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS COOL. Like way cool. And CHIO. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD U DO IF #4 AND #7 WERE ( Srruthi and Noel )&lt;br /&gt;DATING?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, possibility... But loads of people would be devastated. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DOES #2 LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, red and black, sonu nigam, ANEEK and ahem. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU MARRY #8?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, no? Not that she isnt nice and marriageable and all but... ewww NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LOVE #10?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, LOADS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER SLEPT IN THE SAME ROOM AS ANY OF&lt;br /&gt;THE NUMBERS?&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... anni during LD camp, Jan and Miao when we had the OM chalet&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok So I'm ( finally ) Done with this quiz. Thou shalt now revise lit for the ( scheissefic ) test tomorrow. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo My new swear word is scheissefic. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5323438867066779395?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5323438867066779395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5323438867066779395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5323438867066779395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5323438867066779395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/08/friendster-quizzes.html' title='&quot;i luv guyz where would they be wifout us gals???&quot; &quot;Still in the Garden of Eden you gullible bitch.&quot;'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-3849498423776081022</id><published>2007-08-23T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:05:01.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>popularity, hindi love and traumatizing boys schools...</title><content type='html'>Today as we ( my class ) were walking along for the practical session with the tyl, Lin asked me a very awkward question. In fact, It wouldn't even have been struck as awkward to others, perhaps its just me. Its just...that I've never really thought about it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I should probably shut up and type the (freaking) question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, she asked me who was my best friend in 208. And...and I couldn't answer it. Yeah, thats right, for the first time I couldn't answer something someone asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That, really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I suppose I've never really considered it important to have a best friend all over the place. I'm satisfied with just a couple, or maybe three and a few whom I can confide to. But... a best friend in every class you go to? Thats way more than I can deal with. Not that I'm friendless or anything, I think I'm fairly ok in terms of class popularity. I sit at the class table, talk to people, have nice table mates and group mates and all but I just never felt it necessary to join any one particular clique and ostracize the rest. I blend in everywhere, and consider everyone my friend. ( And I hope they do, too ) I go by the if-you're-nice-to-me-I'm-nice-to-you rule. It never fails. Usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick. Sick and tired of random strangers walking up to me and asking "hows your class?". Its one of those unanswerable questions that Mr Hogan keeps going on about.  Its not like I would say, " Oh, my class sucks you know and I really want to join this other class. " Yea? That would probably get me a fine for no class spirit or something. How absolutely "fine".  Not that I hate my class or anything. In fact I love it. I love everything about sec two actually. The CCA, the people, the coursework, the RS and of course, the social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, I DO have a social life. Which I choose to hide, namely, from people like YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't get the deal on popularity. Its all superficial anyway. Try getting the miss queen bee to help you when you really need it. It never happens. And what for? To have a person to sit with during lunch? And to have a so called life which basicly involves outings and expenditure? Mounting phone bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks, I think I'd really be happier sitting alone at the  lunch table with a book. ( Not that I do, of course )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm just different. I dont care for all this stuff, popularity and all. I'm easily satisfied I guess, and it will probably remain this way.  I really am a loner. Even if it does not actually seem like it. Everyone is, inside. And at some point of time. Though many dont admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I think I do maybe have an answer for Lin. Not this long stupid ranty blog post of course. But, I'll probably just tell her I don't need one. At least, not one everywhere. And I doubt she would understand or anything but oh never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we're all from the same human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I'm alright. really! Just a random rant probably brought about by reading too much Chick lit on how bitchy people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. The RI history thingy was rather pointless actually. All we did was to go there and fill out random worksheets. But the phone card thing they gave was kind of cool though. Even though no one really uses phone cards these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I realize how extremely traumatizing boy's schools can get. People were calling each other "shaggers" and shouting random expletives at each other. Loudly. And that too in the presence of a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. ( I swear this is the last ) It felt good to be loved today. And to know I made people happy and laugh. Thanks, and you know what? I love you too. Take care ok? =) ( It really is a two way thing you know... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be doing chem now. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Girl's School BOYS!!! ( RGSB, RBSG, RBS! ) ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be very random when surviving on 4 hours of sleep per night. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dead blog and tag board now. Whopee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-3849498423776081022?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/3849498423776081022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=3849498423776081022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3849498423776081022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3849498423776081022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/08/popularity-hindi-love-and-traumatizing.html' title='popularity, hindi love and traumatizing boys schools...'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1975528474837807280</id><published>2007-08-20T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:46:36.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subject combination'/><title type='text'>subject combinations and late night rendezvous...</title><content type='html'>Disadvantages of actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liking&lt;/span&gt; history and your teacher knows it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You get picked on to answer questions. ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;2) You are expected to read up more and generally know more about the subject just because you like it.&lt;br /&gt;3) You look like the history bighead of the class.&lt;br /&gt;4) People actually walk up to you, and expect you to answer their questions and when you say you dont know, they accuse you of lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing about all this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forced &lt;/span&gt;to go to RI on thursday to attend a random history talk, despite several protests.And, you are made to miss LD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side though, today is a HOLIDAY. But only for RGS people ( because we rock ) , ok not exactly but more because we got some random school award thingy which our principals very happy about.  ( But we still ROCK )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, life's quite nice these days, I was just talking to her on the phone just now... ( I swear I talk way too much )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of phones, yesterday night I was on the phone from 10pm to 1am with lavak talking about.... gandhi (?), SRGMP and other random mundane stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.45. We hang up the phone.(finally)&lt;br /&gt;2 sec later, phone rings again...&lt;br /&gt;Lava: SARS! I cant sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Falls asleep*&lt;br /&gt;Lava: Sars? sars? SARS?&lt;br /&gt;Me: * wakes up * Lava, go to sleep now, its already 10.30&lt;br /&gt;Lava: Erm.. its actually 1am&lt;br /&gt;Me: *falls asleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha Well that was funny, even though it doesn't exactly seem like it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! MIAO YOU ARE COMING TO RGS! OMG LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was random... but still, MY BEST FRIEND IS COMING TO RGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio chem history lit, triple science lit, triple science geog, TRIPLE SCIENCE HISTORY! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;( I realise thats the most popular subject combination in our year but thats not why Im taking it of course )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whopdeebopdeedee I am now one grade higher in guitar! ( Oh the love! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling boreddddddddd now so I shall hunt for a quiz to do and I shall post it here to cheer things up a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah, THERE IS NO QUIZ TO BE FOUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nevermind, I shall go study... (ugh) HISTORY now.&lt;br /&gt;( this post is very very very random. Oh wells, IM HIGH! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1975528474837807280?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1975528474837807280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1975528474837807280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1975528474837807280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1975528474837807280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/08/subject-combinations-and-late-night.html' title='subject combinations and late night rendezvous...'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4670125907478252516</id><published>2007-08-18T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:53:48.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='208'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>Psl applications, MATH and patriotism</title><content type='html'>This post will be another one of those quick updates ( which I seem to do very often these days ) So, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Geog test results were surprisingly good.&lt;br /&gt;2. Math and Bio sucked. ( I screwed up. 'nuff said. )&lt;br /&gt;3. Didnt become a PSL. ):&lt;br /&gt;4. Didnt get into sec 4 play. ):&lt;br /&gt;5. All the other random things which I cant seem to remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the mambo again on friday. It was uber hilarious as we ended up practicing seperately ( "guys" and girls ) and we kind of went haywire with the music. haha... At times like this, I love 208 even more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, quotable quotes of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( This happened during geog lesson, when Ms R was teaching us about the national water consumption )&lt;br /&gt;Ms R: How many glasses of water do we need to drink per day?&lt;br /&gt;Class: EIGHT! (:&lt;br /&gt;*simultaneously proceed to drink water*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( This occurred when I was practicing for lit quote recitation thingy )&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire....&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Men's standards seem to be getting lower and lower tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( We were having class meeting, where we were supposed to discuss discipline and mundane things like that. No one knew where to begin. )&lt;br /&gt;Wenyun: Ok... so whats wrong with discipline?&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: We are late for math lesson. And chem too, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Wenyun: * rolls eyes, whispers " ms h and t can die for all I care " and claps hands over mouth to say " Oh. Thats a.... different and special case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin: * attempts to get the class together for mass cleanup. * ( Our class happens to be really filthy. )  LOOK HOW DIRTY THIS PLACE IS! CLEAN THIS UP! * gesticulates wildly to table *&lt;br /&gt;Constance: Er, thats your table, lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Xinping gets frustrated and types into comp, flashing the pps onto the screen for everyone to see )&lt;br /&gt;" Everyone clean up the classroom before &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;XINPING&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; gets angry "&lt;br /&gt;Hanissa: Azira, even you must clean the classroom or else &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Mizar&lt;/span&gt; will get very angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so thats all for now I suppose... ( I realise my posts are getting worse and worse. NAHIN! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I nearly forgot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; ( belated ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;INDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ENCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;  ( To all the indians out there... JAIHIND! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4670125907478252516?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4670125907478252516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4670125907478252516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4670125907478252516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4670125907478252516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/08/psl-applications-math-and-patriotism.html' title='Psl applications, MATH and patriotism'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8888236943617451914</id><published>2007-08-11T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:08:09.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapejack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hufflepuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><title type='text'>Hindi Exams, daoism, Singapore Cricket club and random quizzes</title><content type='html'>In the midst of all this mugging, I bring.... MORE QUIZZES!!!!! But before I begin I have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN JUST WROTE A SNAPE/JACK FANFIC.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I REALLY LOVE HER FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi Exam was pretty boring and easy as usual. I have a feeling D is up to something. She wont tell me why though. ( Maybe I can coax it out of her with starbucks caramel frappe, my favourite! ) And I really didnt appreciate the way you nicely( not ) snatched my phone and attempted to manhandle me while simultaneously scanning my inbox. Next time ask for it, &lt;em&gt;politely&lt;/em&gt;, and dont make a fuss If I choose not to show you. Other than that, everythings ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG. Ok that was really sweet of you to say that. Thank you. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the quizzes... ( finally )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://injenn.net/~tania/sorting.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hufflepuff!" src="http://injenn.net/~tania/hufflepufflink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://injenn.net/~tania/sorting.html"&gt;Sort me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame, I was hoping I could be in slytherin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather long random one, from friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Spell your name without vowels&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; sry ( sorry? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What is the date 2 days after your&lt;br /&gt;birthday?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 28th jan ( Guess when's my birthday )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; How many pairs of jeans do you own?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; hmm I think 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; How many are designer?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; No idea. Define designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What color do you wear most?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Black and yellow. Buzz.. here comes the bumblebee. Oh wait I wear blue and pink too. ( Do bumblebees have blue and pink stripes? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Least favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Dont really have one. I kind of like all colours. But for now I suppose, grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Last song heard on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Big girls dont cry, fergie. Me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What's for dinner tonite?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; No idea. ( That is not what Im going to eat for dinner tonight. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Are you happy with your life right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; pretty much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Tell me a secret about one of your&lt;br /&gt;siblings&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; my brother is actually pretty ANNOYING. oh wait. that wasnt a secret was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Anyone ever said you resemble a&lt;br /&gt;celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Dont think so. Im unique! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Who did you last call on your cell&lt;br /&gt;phone?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; MOMMY! who didnt pick up btw. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In what state or country do you&lt;br /&gt;want&lt;br /&gt;to go to school after highschool?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; hmmm AMERICA! Or maybe even london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Do you shop at stores like&lt;br /&gt;Hollister, Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch,&lt;br /&gt;American&lt;br /&gt;Eagle, or Aeropostale?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; How do you make money?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; by asking my parents :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Last thing you bought over 50&lt;br /&gt;dollars?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Hmm I think 3/4 pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; How's the weather?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; She's fine. I was talking to her on the phone just now and we decided to go for a movie together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; When do you start Summer Break?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Sadly, ITS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What chores do you have around the&lt;br /&gt;house&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; making my bed and cleaning my room. Thats it, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Finish this sentence. I wish&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i could have a million wishes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; One word to describe you&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; La fantastica. ( oh wait, thats two words. ) how about... PERFECTO!( Ok maybe not )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Favorite pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; silver pumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Do you own big sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; YESYESYES LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Do you find yourself attractive?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I know! this is a trick question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What would you rather be doing&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Hmm.. eating icecream? Oh wait, I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; fetching my brother from some random party. ( Hes already a womanizer, and hes FIVE. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Have you kissed your&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend lately?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Last IM you recieved?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Bonian talking about RS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Who did you hug today?&lt;br /&gt;Mom, dad, vikky and... my stuffed lion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What are you going to do now?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Go fetch my brother and post this I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I really have to go fetch my brother, so I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8888236943617451914?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8888236943617451914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8888236943617451914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8888236943617451914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8888236943617451914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/08/hindi-exams-daoism-singapore-cricket.html' title='Hindi Exams, daoism, Singapore Cricket club and random quizzes'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-6071125079902257026</id><published>2007-08-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:21:45.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must.not.procrastinate.'/><title type='text'>Patriotism and persuasion early and late in the mornings...</title><content type='html'>This post is rather forced. By a certain (sweet) senior who can be very persuasive at times. But before I start rambling aimlessly ( as I always do ), I would like to say this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;( Belated )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok now back to the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP celebrations the day-before-yesterday was pretty awesome,&lt;br /&gt;with the extreme case of red and whiteness, bollywood style dancing to munnaeru vaaliba ( is it spelt right? ), attempting to seduce a very uninterested Liqi, Singing ( out of tune ) random NDP songs, inventing hand signals for chan mali chan, bouncing the balls,  teasing teachers ( alliteration! ) , sneaking to sit in the amphi, laughing at people getting their heads burnt by the sun ( we are very sadistic people you know ) and in general having a hell of a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone went to fareast, ate subway and I had a dental appointment so I left early. ( I got red braces. How very predictable, given the occasion. ) After that, I rushed over to westmall to meet someone, ate cookies and carrot cake, drank coffee and bought a choker. ( thanks! =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day itself was pretty boring. I spent the day lounging around, reading books and watching the occasional helicopter with the flag fly by. I only watched the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather similar, me and ria went over to CCK study in an attempt to study. Me, maths and her, bio.  I failed miserably with the math but I DID manage to do 5 english comprehension questions. ( Not much of a consolation, I know. ) Anyway, the point is that she asked me to blog about this and... ah well, I tried. ( keyword: tried )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I get this stubborness to do the complete opposite of what Im supposed to from the mother.  ( Blames it on the genes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Hindi Exam day. And I have no wish to go. Slack time, I say.  As usual I will probably not even bother to study or perhaps leave everything to the last minute. ( In the car, on the way there. ) Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a virus in my computer now. gah. Dont accept any picture files from the internet. Too tired to remember the file name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post extremely incoherently and boringly at 10pm for some strange reason. Maybe its the numerology thingums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go and write more fanfiction now, instead of studying for hindi which is what I am supposed to be doing. Sheesh, Im a bad girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-6071125079902257026?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/6071125079902257026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=6071125079902257026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6071125079902257026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6071125079902257026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/08/patriotism-and-persuasion-early-and.html' title='Patriotism and persuasion early and late in the mornings...'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-7080632585174029823</id><published>2007-08-09T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:14:07.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geog test'/><title type='text'>National day</title><content type='html'>This post is called updates, so I shall. Update, I mean. In absolutely no order.&lt;br /&gt;( Although I tried to make it chronological. Key word being tried. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Geog test was fairly ok, not easy though.&lt;br /&gt;2) Friendship day was sweet. 208 completely hogged the board. haha.&lt;br /&gt;3) We are dead for RS. And I still havent read the book entirely.&lt;br /&gt;4) Nearly dead for maths. Graphs hate me. ( Mutual dislike. )&lt;br /&gt;5) On monday, ria and me went over to woodlands, where she drew this very artsy version of my name in &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; and we drank caramel and mocha frappe ( buy one get one free! )and went home listening to random songs.&lt;br /&gt;7) I caught a cold.&lt;br /&gt;8) It escaped. ( Lame, I know )&lt;br /&gt;9) I officially love e.lockhart's books. They are so...true.&lt;br /&gt;10) LD auditions. I screwed up. But nevermind, backstage work is fun. Just, not doing it 70% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, quotable quotes of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This, happened shortly during and after a bee invasion in our classroom, when 7 honeybees simultaneosly flew in and proceeded to drop down from the fan, lights and other electrical appliances. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bee is spotted on yelin's backpack *&lt;br /&gt;Class: AHH BEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yelin: Oh. bee.&lt;br /&gt;Sakina: * wraps it in tissue *&lt;br /&gt;Azira: Eat it lah, theres royal jelly mah... Anyway, we must not waste food.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte(loo): I KNOW! YOU COULD PUT IT IN VALERIE'S HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;( For the uninformed, Valerie's hair is literally, like a birdsnest. Short, thick and curly. )&lt;br /&gt;Constance: Wont that be overcrowding? I think there's already a beehive in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mizar: * beeing lame, as usual. * Aiyah, nevermind, if a bee stung me I could become the beeman. * attempts to release sting, like spidy and fails miserably. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, in some other random history lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mizar: UMNO stands for United Malay *ouch I bit my tongue * National Organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mizar: There was an alliance formed between the three communities and it was called......&lt;br /&gt;" The Alliance "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mizar: * shows powerpoint slides of random old guys, or prime ministers * blah, blah, blah and this guy died in 1973.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: * points out the obvious * But he was Prime Minister until 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constance: * Looks at a random minister * He looks like the prataman.&lt;br /&gt;Azira: No, he looks like a potato with spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;* Proceed to argue who the guy looks like *&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: People, stop fighting. He definitely looks like the satayman.&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the class: " DO YOU KNOW THE SATAYMAN THE SATAYMAN THE SATAYMAN! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Im sorry, I cant be mean to you today. It's " be kind to animals day ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose thats it. I think I will post about national day tomorrow, really cant be bothered right now. * Goes off to eat cookies and mug trigo * ( Note that "eat cookies" is phrased first. Dang, I must really get my priorities right. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-7080632585174029823?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/7080632585174029823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=7080632585174029823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7080632585174029823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7080632585174029823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day.html' title='National day'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5047568560801759883</id><published>2007-08-01T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:19:20.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geog SA'/><title type='text'>Shakespeare and his sexuality</title><content type='html'>ANTONIO IS GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not antonio banderas who is simply too hot/cool/old to be gay but I am referring to the other antonio, the 1607 one, the merchant of venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you all will now exclaim in protest that Antonio in MOV is also hot/cool/old and therefore, not gay. But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE KISSED BASSANIO IN THE MOVIE. And probably was going to, in the book.&lt;br /&gt;( What more can I say? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so absolutely cool. To think shakespeare wrote slash. Ahh, I can just dream. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninformed, we are doing Merchant of Venice for Lit this semester which means random murmurs in old english, gold, gayishness, comments on how ugly portia actually is, feeling sorry for shylock and gold again. And to think, we've only just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aces day workout today was just plain hilarious. There was this bangra thingy and watching the teachers struggle as well as us was.... ( you get my point. )&lt;br /&gt;Math was great, I think Trigo likes me. I actually DID the additional practices this time. GAH too bad graphs are also going to be tested for the S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really go back and study geog now, seeing as how the S.As next Monday but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FINE I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dee bop deedee. I just wasted 12 min on this pointless post. ( Only because I was trying to avoid doing geog. But the conscience got the better of me. GAH. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall resurface later, hopefully with new filled knowledge about rivers and dams. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;( If I dont drown in nutella that is. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5047568560801759883?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5047568560801759883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5047568560801759883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5047568560801759883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5047568560801759883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/08/shakespeare-and-his-sexuality.html' title='Shakespeare and his sexuality'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4239433544243074452</id><published>2007-07-31T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:17:08.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th post'/><title type='text'>blue elephants, green cheese and yellow potatoes... colourful no?</title><content type='html'>This morning I walked into class just as the bell rang and watched in amusement as my tablemates marched over to where I was sitting and began to engage themselves in a game of scissors paper stone. 1980s style. Complete with the hokkien helping words. Not satisfied by just that, they proceeded to imitate animal sounds. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loudly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes seriously wonder, if maybe my peers are humans or really aliens who posses the approximate maturity level of a piece of green cheese. The smelly kind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, my class is really nice and sweet and cool. Although they have a tendency to act alienish at times but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 208, there is a huge beehive right outside our class, which means we get uninvited guests flying around from time to time. bzzzz. Hummer brummen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principals address was boring, and I slept through most of it. I think amelia's shoulder makes a very nice pillow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD was very interesting, elections results were released. Congratulations to EXCO 08! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and steffi as usual was laughing continously, that girl sure gets high pretty easily! Heres the ( extremely ) lame joke that she came up with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qns: How do you kill a blue elephant?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: With a blue gun.&lt;br /&gt;Qns: So then how do you kill a pink elephant?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: You strangle the pink elephant until it turns blue and then you kill it with a blue gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame? I've seen worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus journeys back home with lava are incredibly funny, heres a shortened version of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission: To eat lunch on a ( fairly empty ) 105.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava: * walks all the way to the back, sits down and exclaims, sars, Im hungry. *&lt;br /&gt;Me: You can eat the seat covers, I heard it tastes fairly good with pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava: I dont care, Im going to eat whatevers in my lunchbox right here.&lt;br /&gt;* proceeds to open box and gulps down rice faster than a bullet train *&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, you're really eating? Ok I shall too! * eats roti *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava: You know, I've just realised that theres this big window right beside us overlooking far east plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Lava: And theres another big one right behind us. I think those caucasians in the bus behind us were staring.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Lava: OMG, THE BUS DRIVER CAN SEE US FROM THE REARVIEW MIRROR!&lt;br /&gt;Me: So much for our great hiding place. We are such morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bus starts to fill up a bit, people start moving towards the back. *&lt;br /&gt;Me: DOOFUS! NOW WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;Lava: * points to innocent hokkien man sitting in front of us * Dont worry, we can use him as a scapegoat!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right, and everyone will believe that an old chinese man was sitting and eating a full indian meal on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;Lava: Well, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: They have to be blind then, or else they'll see the potato that you dropped on your pinafore. You disgusting, despicable child.&lt;br /&gt;* man gets off the bus *&lt;br /&gt;Lava: NO! COME BACK! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SACRIFICED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission: accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Ok Im sane now. I dont think I'll do that again though, but it sure was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FRED WEASLEY, SEVERUS SNAPE AND HARRY POTTER PAIRINGS ARE LOVE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahh.. A little bit of highness... :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just realised that my blog dosent show the title. Shame... the title of this one is "blue elephants, green cheese and yellow potatoes... colourful no?"&lt;br /&gt;( I know my writing absolutely sucks and my knowledge of colours is limited to those in the rainbow. But you dont have to rub it in. [ maybe you could rub it out. :P ] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use blackle people! SAVE THE WORLD! ( ctrl-s ) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, was ( is ) the memorable 100th post. Not too bad me thinks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4239433544243074452?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4239433544243074452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4239433544243074452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4239433544243074452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4239433544243074452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/blue-elephants-green-cheese-and-yellow.html' title='blue elephants, green cheese and yellow potatoes... colourful no?'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4782824113444308056</id><published>2007-07-27T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:57:30.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarayoo Snape'/><title type='text'>99thpost</title><content type='html'>This week has got to be the most abysmally free week I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTHING&lt;/em&gt; more interesting than History lessons on communism has happened this week. NOTHING. That, is how boring it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why this week was boring and extremely free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No LD. Elections were going on. Plus now that productions over, theres nothing else to do now but wait for the script of "stubs" to be finished.&lt;br /&gt;2) Bio test. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;3) English/Lit teacher was not here for a whole week so we did not have any lessons at all. At the beginning it was all cool and stuff, but towards the end, it just got boring.&lt;br /&gt;4) Geog teacher too, was not here. Which meant that wednesday was the most free day of the week since we had pe, comp studs, geog, english and Lit. ( Non-existent )&lt;br /&gt;5) I quit 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so free, I actually DID hindi Hw. ( My my thats a first time! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dance today, where we did the mambo again. Dancing to candyman was super fun, except that noobs like me looked possessed dancing at that speed. :P The new teacher is rather nice, except she has a tendency to swear at odd moments and exclaim how good it feels to be drunk on Friday evenings. Other than that, she IS fun! Plus, shes 19 and allows us to call her by her full name, AND she showed us a picture of her boyfriend. Oh and did I mention? Shes from Perth. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And shes a bimbo, XP kept singing the B-I-M-B-O song the entire time. ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; ( Azira looked very excited ) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I finished reading DEATHLY HALLOWS! The book is great, althought the ending was a little cheesy. But... SNAPE HAD A WHOLE 2 CHAPTERS TO HIMSELF! That, is so wunderbar. I am officially in love with all slytherins. Voldie, Snape! and draco. Nice. Except maybe not Crabbe and Goyle. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so free now, I shall do go do random quizzes and post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="120" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="300" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="100%" width="100%" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are You A Cellphone Addict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Are You A Cellphone Addict" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/areyouacellphoneaddict.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, according to our experts, you scored :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;50% which makes you A Little Bit Addicted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a little bit of cellphone addiction. It's not a problem at this point but be careful, before long you could be needing a text ever hour and you will crave more and more ringtones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/are_you_a_cellphone_addict.php"&gt;Are You A Cellphone Addict, find out&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quizopolis" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="120" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="300" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="100%" width="100%" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;Past Life Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Past Life Quiz" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/pastlifequiz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your Past Life You Were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;A Presidential Bodyguard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/past_life_quiz.php"&gt;Find out your past life&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quizopolis" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I was probably protecting Theodore Roosevelt or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="120" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="300" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="100%" width="100%" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="90"&gt;&lt;img alt="Which season are you" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/spring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh blossom on trees and crisp dew covered grass is what you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/season_quiz.php"&gt;Take the Season Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quizopolis" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now I suppose, maybe I'll post again tomorrow, If I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Gah I'm sick, again. I think Jolyn's flu spread to me. Came home and slept, in my school uniform, for 4 whole hours, with the badge and nametag poking into my heart. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Greenblackwhite simply rocks! I love the raffles band! Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 99th post. Should've have come earlier since I've already been blogging for over a year but gah, this just shows what a regular blogger I am. Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4782824113444308056?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4782824113444308056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4782824113444308056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4782824113444308056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4782824113444308056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/99thpost.html' title='99thpost'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-9170509750696694215</id><published>2007-07-24T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:56:20.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect partner quiz'/><title type='text'>7/8 qualities of the perfect partner...</title><content type='html'>I am going to do a random quiz now as there is nothing exceptionally interesting happening in my life at the moment. I do hope to post about Racial Harmony Day ( Better known as wear something utterly nonsensical or come naked day ) again, complete with pictures of scandalous constance, mr mizar's jamaican cap and our kolam design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a rather amusing one, which I got tagged to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 qualities of my perfect partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(normally this would be 'husband', but Karen says open-mindedness towards both sexes is very important and who am I to argue with her? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is taller than me. If he were to be shorter than me it would look very very very wrong indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is an Arts Intellectual. So we're on the same wavelength. It will be just dreadful if I started to randomly quote something and all he goes is "huh"? I wouldn't even mind if he was an intellectual snob, because So Am I, and then we could Fight It Out over coffee dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is somewhat intelligent and is not mad. So there is atleast a 50% chance that the kids will not end up like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is FUNNY. A sense of humour is very, very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will let me name the kids whatever I want. This has always been a major criteria, ever since I was nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is atleast somewhat athletic and can match or is better than my running pace. ( but is NOT a jock ) This would probably mean I will end up with a wimp/nerd. Sigh, I am resigned to that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is a food addict. Preferably junkfood. ( And he should brave tasting whatever concoction I have cooked, be it delicious or not. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;( I think I need an eight )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is very sweet and loves me for who I am and not for money or looks or anything superficial like that. ( Not that I have money or looks )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that list says a lot about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh so now I tag.....&lt;br /&gt;* drumroll please *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ria&lt;br /&gt;2) Lavak&lt;br /&gt;3) Leena&lt;br /&gt;4) Mansi&lt;br /&gt;5) Anya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its YOUR turn now people! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-9170509750696694215?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/9170509750696694215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=9170509750696694215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/9170509750696694215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/9170509750696694215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/78-qualities-of-perfect-partner.html' title='7/8 qualities of the perfect partner...'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2622670409035204631</id><published>2007-07-20T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:23:47.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>RHD, OOTP and a HELL load of walking.</title><content type='html'>Today I did a hell load of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the bustop in the morning ( carrying a hell load of costumes mind you; vietnamese,korean and two punjabi suits, I might as well open a costume shop. ) , ran around school in a blue kurta, walked all the way to cathay cineleisure from fareast ( Im burning fat baby! :D ) , walked to the 190 bustop from cathay cineleisure, walked around outram park mrt station and walked back home. All in 2 inch stilletos. I must have killed my feet, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHD was pure, ethnic fun, with the entire class roaming around in wierd, assorted costumes. The cultural appreciation thingy was nice, resulting in me running around tying sarees for the entire class and telling them that NO, the bindi is NOT a symbol of marraige. ( Geez, where do people come up with these stuff? ) Food appreciation was yummy, especially that mango sticky rice thingy. That.was.divine. Kolam drawing was excellent, I secretely think ours simply rocked ( and is the best ), even if it WAS only spirals and flowers. But still, thats what picasso did as well and HE'S famous enough. While all the AEP people were drawing away, the rest of the world ( i.e. the non artistically talented people ) decided to have a simple game of netball which ended up being er, not so simple. ( Im playing in netball carn this year too! I rejoice. ) Concert was fantastic, the sec 3 dancers danced awesomely, and me hearts the songs. Good job ria and stuts! Costume parade took a rather different approach this year, with the fashion cluster girls strutting their stuff. Dancefloorqueen, I loved your korean dress. The yellow thingy looked oh-so-cute on you. :D The teacher's modelled as well, and all Im going to say is that in the chinese wedding thing, Ms santhi was taller than Mr desouza. ROFL. RHD simply rocked, though I still miss last years kimchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I watched OOTP today with Fuyuan. ( finally! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, ok. They cut off most of the book, (which I still have yet to complain about) and lenghtened completely unnecassary scenes. Like the kiss between harry and cho. It was 24 s long. (Who ever knew that there was so much to kiss about?) Harry looked bad in the movie with new I-must-try-to-look-as-bald-as-possible haircut, hermione, ron and the others, same as ever, fred and george got a new look, sirius is still hairy, tonks is young and teenlike, luna pretty, dainty and softspoken and snape looks as intimidatingly cool as ever. Other than that, I have nothing more to say. Except this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVERUS SNAPE IS SIMPLY SO DARN SARCASTICALLY AND SADISTICALLY COOL! ( note the alliteration. ) Oh snape is love people! * fangirls extensively *&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote from the movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sees harry and sirius hugging *&lt;br /&gt;Snape: I.can.vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, not said by snape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbridge: "Help me Harry! Tell them I mean no harm!"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Sorry professor, but I must not tell lies."*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me, Im on a sugar high. ( Mangoes are nice and icecream with chocolate swirls is niceR. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise most LD after production sessions mainly consists of a bunch of gluttons rolling around on grape soda smelling carpet chatting about porn, movie tickets and potatoes and stuffing on junkfood. ( Now THAT, is the life. ) New exco is going to be elected soon. Im going to miss the sec fours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for deathly hallows. A bit sad though, that the series is now complete. ( But there's always fanfic! :D )  Who die bop diedie Im getting the book tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted to using paranthesis in almost every single sentence.&lt;br /&gt;AH AH AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must.stop.abusing.brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy RHD everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2622670409035204631?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2622670409035204631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2622670409035204631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2622670409035204631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2622670409035204631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/rhd-ootp-and-hell-load-of-walking.html' title='RHD, OOTP and a HELL load of walking.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1131877611274656863</id><published>2007-07-15T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:55:28.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im feeling high :D'/><title type='text'>production!</title><content type='html'>As promised, I am back, ready to post the random assortment of quotes and stuff of Shakespeares Swans Sing in Solla Sollew. ( Try saying it 8 times. Fast. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is'nt much to say about it as it was all fun fun and fun as shown below. Most of it behind the scenes of course. So here it goes, in random order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boogieing to the lollipop song, screeching to candyman, shimmy-ing with miss karim, smuggling peanut butter muesli bars, secretly applying eye-liner ( anni's ), doing the belly-dance with karishma's ginormous (fake) belly, watching Three swans go bollywood, This poem italian opera style, Hannah's venture into Britporn with Will Turner and Admiral Gay, Changing into stage blacks, changing out of stage blacks and into costumes, Running out for the curtain call, wearing contacts backstage, makeup rounds, banana cake, jellybeans, pizza! , toblerone! , roses! , candles! , hugs, hugs and more hugs and all the other random stuff that might have happened, but my poor memory just cannot recall at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWP performed at its final audience last night, and it was truly absolutely (s) hawking. After the many many reincarnations, this was truly the best. Everyone loved the poems, and as ms sergeant said, it was indeed very strong performance wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention this, we saw BEN AND MS PHUA!!!!!!!!! ( otherwise known as the ever infamous sarah seah and melo. ) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another topic, hindi school function was the same as ever, a bit boring actually but the finale was good. Went with stuti, ria and wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say at the moment, except that Im very very high on all the performance craze and I really do not wish to touch my history pt which is still lying in the same folder it was in 3 weeks ago. But sadly, I must. My writing goes terribly out of context when I am happy, this is strange. It is no wonder most playwrights end up commiting suicide due to depression.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what Im saying, but heck, Im having fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quote of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Will you please start taking this seriously? I mean, this is porn, for goodness sakes, there is nothing more serious than porn! Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: * Indian accent * I have a sexy body! I vant to do porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love me! and LD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You made my day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1131877611274656863?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1131877611274656863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1131877611274656863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1131877611274656863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1131877611274656863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/production.html' title='production!'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5462893661803027872</id><published>2007-07-14T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:59:07.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too high to blog.'/><title type='text'>Production day!</title><content type='html'>It is now 11.54pm and I have yet to remove my makeup and to change out of my YAWP oops ( S ) hawk costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today simply rocked. I loved each and every moment of it. I think I shall blog the full length post tomorrow,  complete with quotes. So now I shall go cleanse and completely strip my face of whatever chemical agent had been used on it. Damn, I hope I dont have a breakout. It has been tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the flowers, chocolates, candles and hugs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sweet talking sugar coated candyman-&lt;br /&gt;- Lollipop oh lollipop ohh lala lala lollipop oh lollipop oh lalalala. -&lt;br /&gt;We like sweet songs. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But maybe, thats cause we ARE sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5462893661803027872?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5462893661803027872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5462893661803027872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5462893661803027872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5462893661803027872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/production-day.html' title='Production day!'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-163514734547506166</id><published>2007-07-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:24:36.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='production tomorrow'/><title type='text'>Superstition and production.</title><content type='html'>Today is friday the thirteenth. Naturally that would mean my unsuperstistious self would blatantly ignore any forms of shreiks and gasps of unluckiness around the school and will continue on her day as per normal. However, here are some incidents which happened today which seemed a tad too coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) During LD, mellam walked under a ladder. Twice. The next moment, the swans backdrop fell apart and landed smack, wet paint side, on her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ashima broke a mirror in the props room. Three hours later, six ELDS girls of the sec two batch were locked outside with their valuables inside the room. KT and her excellent acrobatic skills were put in good use as she managed to break into the room, via the window. She will make a good burglar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The cupboard fell and missed me by inches. And I had crossed a black cat's path earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Two ELDS girls from our batch simultaneously caught high fevers and infections and are currently in bed, unable to perform tomorrow. ( Get well soon people! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was just what happened during LD. Now I move on to other, more important issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Our new dance module teacher is a BIMBO. like totally. But she's nice though as she dosent nag or make us do dance exercises repeatedly. However I still maintain that she looks like paris hilton. Minus the celebrity glamour and the nicole richie catfight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lit sonnets test was fairly ok. Wrote as much as I could think of. And actually managed to complete the entire paper. For the second time running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) (S) hawk is absolutely wunderbar at the moment. I love the new concept. Thanks a lot ms Karim! For helping us so much! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Official LD sec two batch songs now include, crash, just so you know, lollipop, candyman and the scientific song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Production tomorrow, feel nonchalant about most of it. I suppose the excitement hasnt sunk in yet. I hope everything runs smoothly tomorrow. GO LD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to go sleep early today but techinically, as we're supposed to be there by two, I can sleep in tomorrow morning. So I shall go do history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quote of the day: " Gid stuff honey" as said by the dance teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-163514734547506166?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/163514734547506166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=163514734547506166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/163514734547506166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/163514734547506166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/superstition-and-production.html' title='Superstition and production.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4919250232422526451</id><published>2007-07-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:44:20.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 more days to production'/><title type='text'>Quiz!</title><content type='html'>...but I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer ONE: On the outside&lt;br /&gt;Name : Sarayoo Vaidya&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date : 26 January 1993&lt;br /&gt;Current Status : Single.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color : Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty : Centre.I mean Right&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign : Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer TWO : On the inside&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Indian&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears : Not being loved. And also, loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Your Weaknesses : A complete lack of tact, and possibly being overyly irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza : OLIVES. CAPSICUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer THREE : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up : Why isn't it Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime : Mostly eleven. During the holidays, 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory : SAPS life, a bit of aftermath and other random things. Not much to miss actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer FOUR : Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : Coke all the way. Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King : MACS MACS MACS.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: ADIDAS! Nike is for posers.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea: Either one. Dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Cappucino. I love foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer FIVE : Do you&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : Not first-hand, but I think I've smoked at least three cigarettes' worth of smoke since I joined Herr ________ class.&lt;br /&gt;Curse : Not much in English. But I do in German, French and a little italian too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer SIX : In the Past Month&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Not really. Unless you count the whiskey that they put in godiva truffles.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Left it three hours ago, as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: For rehearsals of Shakespeares Swans Sing in Solla Sollew.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: No. Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer SEVEN: Have You Ever?&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: No.&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Tried. Not too good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married : Before thirty. This might change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer NINE: In a Girl/Guy.&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour: Gee, the fellow can't help it, can he.&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour: See above.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Look, his hair, not mine. Do I look like I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer TEN: What Were You Doing.&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago : Answering this.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago : Talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;4.5 hours ago : On the train, drinking bubble tea. Illegally.&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago : I know for a fact I was in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago : Reliving aftermath I suppose. Or cleaning up block H maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer ELEVEN : Finish The Sentence&lt;br /&gt;I love: me, people, writing, acting, singing, dancing, playing the guitar, running, laughing, talking, Humanities, Bio, cooking? ( I realise I love a lot of things )&lt;br /&gt;I feel: pretty normal. Except for the toe I just stubbed by knocking it against the bed. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;I hate: heartbreak and feeling alone.&lt;br /&gt;I hide: my writing and my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;I miss: eating APPLES! ( never been able to thanks to BRACES. * curses, in german of course * )&lt;br /&gt;I need: CHOCOLATE! ( I always do actually hahaha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there was a twelve, but it got lost in translation; never mind.&lt;br /&gt;This was just very randomn of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved English lesson today, we had this debate on RGS girls and how they are portrayed according to different groups of people being, the public, the school, people of the opposite gender and they themseleves. It was very very very funny, here are some quotes, not all from english of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Fung: So what is your opinion of RGS girls?&lt;br /&gt;Azira: WE ARE AGRESSIVE PEOPLE! ROARRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;Charloo: TRAITOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda: How old are you Ms yeo?&lt;br /&gt;Ms yeo: Ahhahaha I am older than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms yeo: * upon not recieving any response despite asking numerous questions *&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALL ARE SUCH...... VEGETABLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, was today. Agh tomorrow there is rehearsal until 8pm. Going to be darn tired. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still bored so thou shall post ANOTHER quiz now. Stop staring at me like that, I LOVE DOING QUIZZES! I mean who dosent? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put numbers in the boxes instead of x's (example: 1, 2, 3, 4, ...)&lt;br /&gt;2. Repost as "I have lived through _90_ of these 158 things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have read a lot of books. ( Many )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;[2] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping. ( 2.4 Do that every year. )&lt;br /&gt;[3] I have been to Canada. ( Niagara falls )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been to Europe. (France and England)&lt;br /&gt;[4] I have watched cartoons for hours. ( when I was a kid. )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[5] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[6] I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] I have played ping pong. (I’m a murderous player. Literally)&lt;br /&gt;[8] I have swum in the ocean. ( Sometime in thailand )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;[9] I have seen fireworks. ( National day! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have seen a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;[10] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. ( Hasn’t everyone? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again. ( Cant rememeber which one )&lt;br /&gt;[12] I have had stitches. ( 13 on my chin when I was 6 :P )&lt;br /&gt;[13] I have had frostbite. ( In Korea. )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;[14]I have stayed up 'til 2 doing homework/projects. (Again, who hasn’t?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[15] I have been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;[16] I have been roller blading.&lt;br /&gt;[17] I have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;[18] I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have watched the Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I attend Church regularly. (Uh-uh)&lt;br /&gt;[19] I have played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have already had my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[20] I've called someone stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[21] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;[22] I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] I've played basketball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[24] I've played softball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played volleyball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[25] I've been on a track or cross country team. ( Hard to believe I know. )&lt;br /&gt;[26] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;[27] I've bungee jumped. ( WOOHOO IN AUSTRALIA. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;[29] I've called myself an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[30] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[31] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[32] I've had (or have) pets. ( Goldy the goldfish count? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned a Spice Girls CD.&lt;br /&gt;[33] I've owned a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned an N*Sync CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've mooned someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have sworn at someone of authority before.&lt;br /&gt;[34] I've been in the newspaper. (P6)&lt;br /&gt;[35] I've been on TV. ( SBK )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[36] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;br /&gt;[37] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched the 3 stooges.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp;amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;[38] I've watched Looney Tunes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers. (It counts if you stuffed yourself?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39] I've been called a geek.&lt;br /&gt;[40] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.&lt;br /&gt;[41] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hrs. ( my moms not in town )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours. ( see above. )&lt;br /&gt;[42] I've met a celebrity/music artist. (Er, I've met loads of random people )&lt;br /&gt;[43] I've written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;[44] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've tickled someone else until they cried. (I’m not that awful)&lt;br /&gt;[45] I've had/have siblings. ( one absolutely cute brother. )&lt;br /&gt;[46] I've been to a rock concert. ( HOOBASTANK )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;[48] I've been in a play. (Dozens)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked last in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked first in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[49] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50] I've cried in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[51] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.&lt;br /&gt;[52] I've played Halo 2. ( Was FORCED to play it by SOMEONE. * pointsglaresstares* :D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've freaked out over a sports game.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[53] I've been to China.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;[54] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a fight with someone on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;[55] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;[56] I've had serious conversations on any IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[57] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;[58] I've been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've screamed at a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cried at a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;[59] I've watched a lot of action movies. [don't love them, but they're okay.]&lt;br /&gt;[60] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a rap concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a hip hop concert.&lt;br /&gt;[61] I've lived in more than 2 houses.&lt;br /&gt;[62] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;[63] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[64] I've been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been homesick.&lt;br /&gt;[65] I've thrown up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've puked on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[67] I've been horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[68] I've filled out more than 10 myspace/LJ surveys.&lt;br /&gt;[69] I've spoken my mind in public.&lt;br /&gt;[70] I've proved someone wrong. (I love doing that)&lt;br /&gt;[71] I've been proven wrong by someone. (And that I hate)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a leg. ( nearly )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken an arm/fingers.&lt;br /&gt;[72] I've fallen off a swing.&lt;br /&gt;[73] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight.&lt;br /&gt;[74] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;[75] I've come close to dying. ( Heart murmer, when thou was young. :P )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;[76] I've known someone who has died.&lt;br /&gt;[77] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point. (I like to think I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[78] I've done modeling.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.&lt;br /&gt;[80] I've taken something/someone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;[81] I've realized how good my life is.&lt;br /&gt;[82] I've counted my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;[83] I've made fun of a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;[84] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[85] I've been back stabbed by someone I thought was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[86] I've lied to someone to their face.&lt;br /&gt;[87] I've told a little white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've fainted.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've pushed someone into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;[89] I've been pushed into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;[90] I've been/am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I shall be a good girl and do my hindi. ( EW. ) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 MORE DAYS TO PRODUCTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4919250232422526451?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4919250232422526451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4919250232422526451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4919250232422526451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4919250232422526451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/quiz_09.html' title='Quiz!'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1307423760488913535</id><published>2007-07-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:50:19.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>List (in no particular order) 3 people you talk to online, 4 people you see in school, 2 teachers, 3 people you love going out with and 3 people in your sms inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Noel&lt;br /&gt;02. Anya&lt;br /&gt;03. Mansi&lt;br /&gt;04. Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;05. Anni&lt;br /&gt;06. Abi&lt;br /&gt;07. Farah&lt;br /&gt;08. Ms Lim&lt;br /&gt;09. Mr Mizar&lt;br /&gt;10. Ria&lt;br /&gt;11. Lava&lt;br /&gt;12. Stuti&lt;br /&gt;13. Bonian&lt;br /&gt;14. Janelle&lt;br /&gt;15. Aishu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of number 4?&lt;br /&gt;( Tiffany ) SWEET, CUTE, BUBBLY and AN ABSOLUTELY ROCKING BATCHMATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if number 4 slapped your face?&lt;br /&gt;( Tiffany ) Tiff dosent really slap anyone. But she might, if I poke her too much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice is number 6?&lt;br /&gt;( Abi ) yea shes nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate number 5?&lt;br /&gt;( Anni ) 10! yes 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever fall for number 11?&lt;br /&gt;( Lava )Er. No. NO. Not that she isn't nice, but...just no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if number 8 meets with an accident, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;(Ms Lim) NO! (dies) Touch wood! TOUCH WOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sport would you play with number 12?&lt;br /&gt;( stuti )Hmm I suppose basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if number 1 got a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;( noel ) Considering hes a guy, that would be just scandalous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate number 9?&lt;br /&gt;( Mr. Mizar ) Nope I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you like number 2?&lt;br /&gt;( anya ) Anyas a cool junior, so yeah, like her pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will 13 and 7 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;( Bonian and Farah ) Please, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 14 one day kill you?&lt;br /&gt;( Janelle ) Not too sure. I'd better ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you like more, 3 or 10?&lt;br /&gt;( Mansi and Ria ) No offense to Mansi, but I definitely like Ria much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I sure am posting loads these days... Guess I cant wait for my 100th post to come. 7 more posts!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1307423760488913535?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1307423760488913535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1307423760488913535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1307423760488913535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1307423760488913535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/meme.html' title='meme'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5534912317446170940</id><published>2007-07-07T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:16:52.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust.what an alien word.'/><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say its all my fault. That Im too naggy, too "mum-like" for you. Well guess what, I feel the same way. You think Im too mature for you? Well I think you're just plain IMMATURE. And I really hate the way you say you'll change, but repeat the same mistakes over and over again. Im losing trust in you, and I dont know if I can trust you anymore. You say your over-sensitive. Well, so am I. Its a personality clash, I think. Im changing too fast for you to cope with. I guess yea, I have changed quite a bit from last year. But everyone thinks its for the better, BUT YOU. I dont even know how to talk to you anymore. You always give me this attitude, and shove me off, Only to apologise again the next day. Then you pick another fight saying why are you always the one apologising and you say I make you feel guilty. You sure cant seem to make up your mind. Please, rethink this. As we really have to salvage our friendship. Or whats left of it. I really dont know what to do anymore. I hope, let time take its toll and everything returns to normal. But it cant be just me doing everything. It takes TWO hands to clap, my dear. And Im sorry for swearing at you that time. I really was pissed. But then again, you were the one who made me pissed in the first place. Honestly, I hate having these fights. I really do, just I dont show it. And please, stop trying too hard, you say you're scared of starting a fight and act wierd and just bring in another one. Oh, and I want you to know that even if we never regain the closeness that we once had, I'll never stop caring for you. Never. And I hope you would do the same. I really want this to last. I dont want this to end when it just begun. Lets just both sleep on it and hope it works out for itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, for all the things I didnt say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im Sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( even though you and I both think that word is absolutely meaningless and should be banned from the english dictionary. However, this time, I really DO mean it. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So once again I shall say it, Im sorry. I really am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5534912317446170940?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5534912317446170940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5534912317446170940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5534912317446170940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5534912317446170940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2992622196141184516</id><published>2007-07-07T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:14:36.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ash&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthdays and random quizes...</title><content type='html'>I am back. Had the PSL interview today. Hope I get in :P&lt;br /&gt;Here is another quiz. They are really a good way to pass time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;In the end, linkin park. For the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Complete this sentence: I love...&lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What was the last thing that you ate?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a plum. Thats what all those red, round juicy fruits are called right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Orange. Or maybe yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. What do you do during breakfast time?&lt;br /&gt;The only consistent thing I do is drink milo. And try to remember what I've got due today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. The first thing you think about when you come across a person of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Either it's 'Damn, why's he so tall?' or "Eeeheehee he's shorter than me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Auto or Manual Car?&lt;br /&gt;Auto I suppose. I really can't say having never driven a car before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, unquestionably. fridays and Thursdays come a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;Timbuktu =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;NETBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;yup sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The coolest thing i've done to release anger was?&lt;br /&gt;I really can't tell. I usually blog/tell it to someone. Oh but there was this one time in primary school, when a guy stole my pencil box and threw it out of the window, resulting in me pulling his hair and to violently demand for my pencilbox to be returned.&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a violent, co-ed childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. People I hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. People who think I'm stupid. Annoying, naggy math teachers and pms-ing lit teachers come a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Scary movies or happy ones?&lt;br /&gt;Happy ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the best thing about being a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Er...hair.Depth of emotion.Looking so much prettier than any guy will ever be( exception being those random anime characters )Clothes. EARRINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When i'm stuck in a jar...&lt;br /&gt;I squish my face against the glass and make funny expressions. And I try to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Chocolates or flowers?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates.DUH. Flowers don't last. Well, neither do chocolates, but I derive much more satisfaction from making them last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sms or call? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Call. Its more personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you could turn back time, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;I know practically everyone has said it, but I would return to the night of OM finals, when I was still in SAPS. Theres a reason why I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. In your wallet, you have..&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things. Singapore currency,Letters,my EZ-link,Ten thousand library receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite board game?&lt;br /&gt;SCRABBLE. I so win at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite smells?&lt;br /&gt;The new pages of a book. Grass. Freshly ground coffee. Strangely enough, petrol and burning wood. And distinctive smells of certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the last thing you did before this?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;sechundzwanzig/eins/dreineunundneunzehnundeinthousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;4.41pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These random quizes sure are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! &lt;333&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2992622196141184516?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2992622196141184516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2992622196141184516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2992622196141184516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2992622196141184516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-back.html' title='Birthdays and random quizes...'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2535385269436832793</id><published>2007-07-04T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T16:04:01.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fried mars bars'/><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>As there is nothing else to post about. I shall do a random quiz. Heres one, shamelessly stolen off one of the ellejays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old do you wish you were?Actually, I'm fine with being fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were you when 9/11 happened?I think I was asleep when it actually occurred. I only read about it in the papers the next morning, and only realised it was such a big deal when I went to school and everyone was still talking about it. But then again, I was eight.&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you do when vending machines steal your money? I sing it a lullaby. Duh I kick it. Hard. And proceed to dramatically hop around on one foot for the next few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you consider yourself kind? Oh. Very.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? On my neck. And I can pretend that a vampire bit me and that Im really Mina Halker in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Spanish! Italian! Arabic! Or maybe just German for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you know your neighbours? We have said Hi. I have yet to figure out their names.&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you consider a vacation?Well, one where I do not have to do homework or study in any way, and I can stay on the comp for as long as I wish with occasional breaks to go eat.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you follow your horoscope?Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you move for the person you love? If it was really requited.&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you touchy-feely? Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you believe that opposites attract? Of course they do! Thats what magnets are there for.&lt;br /&gt;14. Favourite TV channels?I don't watch TV. Not much.&lt;br /&gt;15. Favourite place to go on weekends? I prefer staying at home. Or maybe macs, shopping!&lt;br /&gt;16. Showers or baths? Showers.&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you paint your nails? Nah... I bite them off before they actually grow.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you trust people easily? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;19. What are your phobias? Dont really have any phobias. Maybe I have a phobia of not having a phobia?&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you want kids?Are you kidding? ( pun unintentional. )&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you keep a handwritten journal? Im too lazy to write. Prefer blogs.&lt;br /&gt;22. Where would you rather be now? Am ok with where I am right now actually. In my room. :)&lt;br /&gt;23. Who makes you warm and fuzzy?My LD jumper. Warm, and very, very, fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;24. Heavy or light sleeper?Depends.&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you paranoid? About what? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you impatient? Yes. Unless there is someone else waiting with me and I remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;27. Who can you relate to? No one,Actually. Ok maybe some people whose names I dont want to post up here.&lt;br /&gt;28. How do you feel about interracial couples?They produce the most beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you been burned by love? Nope. Singed slightly though.&lt;br /&gt;30. What’s your pick-up line? Cant think of any at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;31. What’s your main ringtone on your mobile? DO NOT ASK. ( this is NOT the ringtone )&lt;br /&gt;32. What were you doing at midnight last night?Sleeping. The night before that though, I was online.&lt;br /&gt;33. What did the last text on your mobile say? Good luck for ur PSL interview! tiff :D&lt;br /&gt;34. Whose bed did you sleep in last night? My own.&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour shirt are you wearing?Black.&lt;br /&gt;36. Most recent movie you watched? JBJ!&lt;br /&gt;37. Name three things you have on at all times?Er. Underwear. A rubber band. Specs/contacts.&lt;br /&gt;38. What colour are your bedsheets?Currently, blue and yellow. Very tropical-ish.&lt;br /&gt;39. How much cash do you have right now?$80.&lt;br /&gt;40.What's your favourite part of the chicken? Im a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;41. What's your favourite town/city? I really like mombasa. When I was young I liked LA.&lt;br /&gt;42. I can’t wait till: I watch HPOOTP.&lt;br /&gt;43. What did you have for dinner last night? Fried rice&lt;br /&gt;44. How tall are you barefoot?165 and still growing (:&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you own a gun?No. Own some knives, though, that count?&lt;br /&gt;46. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?Juice. Or milo.&lt;br /&gt;47. Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years?Where I'd like to be is in broadway, starring in some huge musical.Where I'll probably be is struggling in my journalist/lawyer job.&lt;br /&gt;48. Last thing you ate?aloo pakora.&lt;br /&gt;49. What songs do you sing in the shower?Random songs. Anything from the phantomn of the opera to numb.&lt;br /&gt;50. Last thing that made you laugh? Aishu's sarcasm in macs today.&lt;br /&gt;51. Worst injury you ever had?I broke my chin, jumping down from my bunkbed. When I was eight.&lt;br /&gt;52. Does someone have a crush on you?I wish. That would be so nice.&lt;br /&gt;53. What’s your favourite candy?Malteesers.&lt;br /&gt;54. What song do you want played at your funeral? Havent really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Maybe I will post again this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried mars bars are yummy. Especially when served with chocolate icecream and syrup.&lt;br /&gt;Like miao says,&lt;br /&gt;That sure is deadly. I'd died of desire if I didnt have one and die of guilt if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleeeeepy right now. So I shall go nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2535385269436832793?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2535385269436832793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2535385269436832793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2535385269436832793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2535385269436832793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-7170046018449526192</id><published>2007-07-03T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:05:19.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elds</title><content type='html'>Today, during LD, we ran on the road. In socks. Screaming, " I want chocolate, doom doom doom doom doom. " And we just ripped up pieces of paper, throwing them everywhere around block H all the while uttering this poem is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that the next line is going to be extremely cliche and all, but it is a fairly important line and therefore, must be said. I love my CCA. More so, my batchmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, in no other batch would you find people uttering at randomn moments, FIRE! or DOG! and going chukaboom etc. Today was absolutely hilarious. It is good to see our batch finally bond. Hopefully, it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee I am high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomn quotes, from LD, LD, LD and LD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Im going to cheer you up!" " Are you kissing me? That's not really making me feel better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ahh, A sharp, itchy feeling in the hair is usually the first sign of dunkuheadedness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was going to run and jump to try to touch the basket...but then i forgot to jump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Granny Smith is a cereal killer. But uncle Joes nice. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KT: * In her hiphop character, to steffi * Whats up dawg? You have a smoking ass.&lt;br /&gt;Ashima: * picks up fire extinguisher * HELLO HELLO ARE YOU OK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah: I cant draw! I suck at art!&lt;br /&gt;Ashima: Its ok, remember what picasso did?&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Scribble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its only nutcase because there's no nut, just like your skull's just bone, no brain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly having ben/alex cravings? again. Ahh Ahh ahh, I shall go read fanfic and look at old pictures again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only nametag is bro-k-en. Sigh I will be walking around nameless the next few days then. If you see a hideous looking idiot walking around in an rgs pinafore, say hi sarayoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop quoting yawp lines but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not cool enough. Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thou shalt non helpeth those who do not want to helpeth themselves. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. AH AH AH, I havent done english and math yet. Mar gayi mar gayi.&lt;br /&gt;( Why dosent the cold come when I want it to? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-7170046018449526192?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/7170046018449526192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=7170046018449526192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7170046018449526192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7170046018449526192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/elds.html' title='elds'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2647124488550135124</id><published>2007-07-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:24:35.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Randomn blogthings, I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 17 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. That makes me 3 years more mature than I actually am. Impossible no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 82% Open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that you're comfortable in your own skin would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;You're very into yourself, and you love to tell everybody everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;While you may have the makings of the next Oprah, it's likely that people sometimes tune you out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little talkative after all haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Swedish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/swedish.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastisk! You're laid back about learning a language - and about life in general.&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, beautiful Sweden is ideal for you... And you won't even have to speak perfect Swedish to get around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My german teachers husband is apparently a swede. Other than that, I have no idea about the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 100% Aquarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howaquariusareyouquiz/aquarius.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howaquariusareyouquiz/"&gt;How Aquarius Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots! I love being an aquarius! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRGMP rocks! Aditya Narayan is just so cute!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've never taken to someone so quickly. We just click I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Mujhese dosti karogi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ld tomorrow. I must remember to take my costume with me.  Good night people.&lt;br /&gt;I shall read  something before going to bed. Since I am so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2647124488550135124?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2647124488550135124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2647124488550135124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2647124488550135124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2647124488550135124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/07/randomn-blogthings-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5766989907836731425</id><published>2007-06-28T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:22:21.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happylife'/><title type='text'>mydirtylittlesecret</title><content type='html'>I shall fast forward straight to randomn quotes during ld and other subjects today, skipping all the itsy bitsy things like bio spas, english and speech lessons, history and geog lessons. ( which were all rather normal and productive )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During hindi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashima: * pins up hair in a distinctive sanyasi looking bun *&lt;br /&gt;Me: You look like narad.&lt;br /&gt;* The rest of the world rofls. *&lt;br /&gt;Ashima: Narayan narayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During maths...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ms ha: * looks at class board of love where we had written I Love You in a LOT of languages * " Wah you all know how to say ILY in so many languages, you all got international boyfriends is it?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During LD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KT: I fell into the toilet bowl when I was young, cause I was too small.&lt;br /&gt;Anni: Did you get flushed away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi, Ashima and KT: *bollywood dance towards chocolate saying the lines pale, unseeing face.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, In an effort to batch bond we played randomn games, one being a game called what if where we asked each other questions beginning with if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: What if you had an ex and you wanted to bronze cast some part of your body for him?&lt;br /&gt;steffi: * points loser handsign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started telling each other our "dirtylittlesecrets" and uhno im not going to post mine here. Cause it is after all, my dirtylittlesecret. Dirty little secrets run in my mind, the dirty little secrets of the open-bracket, 's', close-bracket, 'hawk'. Or simply, (s)hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our rather successfull batch bonding activity, we had phototaking which meant us posing as a variety of characters, from lara croft, charlies angels to the 12 blind mice. exciting no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was just as good. We went off to the art museum and basicly, stared at randomn paintings and pretended to understand them. We were all supposed to make a drawing of a picture we liked and we being complete NOOBS at art, went of to the modern arts corner, and drew out a series of complicated ( NOT ) curves and randomn shapes. Sadly we had a hard time explaining to the teacher why all 12 of us found a particular curvy piece of art absolutely magnificent and soul-streching. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live the relatively happy life, as shown up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rather confused. A little ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OMG was I really like that before? Thanks for letting me realise it. I was probably a super irritating, bumbling idiot last time. Ugh I hope I've changed. Sorry if I irritated you or hurt you in any way. I honestly did not mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you please be normal to me? Stop acting wierd. Because, honestly on my part, I dont think I've done anything wrong. So stop ignoring me. I hate being taken for granted. Very hypocritical I know but still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am suddenly beginning to miss saps a lot. Went through the old stuff, like the yearbook and pictures. God I was such an idiot at that time. * smacks head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaise samjaoon tumhe, mera pehla pehla pyaar hai yeh, whoohhh... Aankhon main aitbaar hai yea... whooohhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love K.K, preetam and vs songs. Music, chocolates and loni, is my remedy. Childish I know, but theres a kid in me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And theres the kid thats in you, all the fun we had together all the fun that lasts forever, its true. You and me, and we can be free...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am now quoting kids central now. Ahh I must stop watching it so frequently with the brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to write again. Ficionpress, you are going to be resurrected very soon. And perhaps, even fanfiction. If I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted. Schools tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Escape. Into that sheer world of euphoria. Its called utopia my dears. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like big, bombastic words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5766989907836731425?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5766989907836731425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5766989907836731425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5766989907836731425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5766989907836731425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/mydirtylittlesecret.html' title='mydirtylittlesecret'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-3051375314736460524</id><published>2007-06-27T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:23:48.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>bio spa</title><content type='html'>Hellos. I am back again, not to post about the rias birthday. At least, not yet. That one will be posted by this week. Complete with quotes and stuff. Promise.  ( Does not cross fingers. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomn  quick updates on today, chronologically and numbered. As it is always done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) School wasnt so bad today. Had pe( involved running and bball as usual ), lit, english maths and comp studs. Ponned german cause couldnt be bothered to go. Anyway I am going to quit soon.  GAH GAH GAH Our group is SCREWED for comp studies.  DIE Imovie DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Bio spa tomorrow. On DNA. The information I have absorbed so far is honestly making my head swell up. Like a pomelo. Prophase, metaphase,telophase and something phase. Agh I die again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have vowed to not do any more emo postings. As honestly, there is absolutely nothing to be emo about. Nothing that bad. But I AM allowed the occasional teeny weeny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love LD stuff. Yay Yawp is looking less YAWP and more like a proper poetry performance right now. I rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) English lesson tomorrow. The new teachers a lawyer, from NUS. How cool. I hope shes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Felt productive today. As I completed geog article response, english compre and compo, lit fa and the ever annoying maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I am going to hand in my german withdrawel form next week. I've had enough. Ich liebe nicht deutsch anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Right now the 208's class whiteboard is covered with I love yous in 32 languages. From hindi to Finnish. What strange things our class does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) This post was done mainly out of boredom. I have no HEART to go look at Sheeps HEARTS tomorrow. But for bio, i must. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I cant think of a tenth thing to say. But it is nice having a whole no. So I added this.  Oh wait, I just said something. * smacks head but really dosent. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mumsy and the brother are both back from bharat desh mahaan. Ditsy's coming back soon.  They bought me chocolates! Godiva truffes too! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something else, but since I do not want to spoil the nice nice nice numeric list by making it eleven instead of ten, I shall add a postscript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. There is LD on mon. A public holiday. Gah. 18 MORE DAYS TO PRODUCTION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people, I shall go sleep now. And hopefully I will not oversleep. Like today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-3051375314736460524?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/3051375314736460524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=3051375314736460524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3051375314736460524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3051375314736460524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/bio-spa.html' title='bio spa'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4552020901252000060</id><published>2007-06-22T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:50:21.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoness'/><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>This post was drafted out so I will post it here first and then post about rias birthday.&lt;br /&gt;A warning, this post consists of much emoness and a hell load of ranting, so dont read unless you are absolutely kaypo as to whats going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so low. And the x and y axis are both negative at the moment. I cry myself to sleep every night. Thats how bad it is. Everything is screwed up at the moment. My studies, my life, my emotions. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that,&lt;br /&gt;I have issues with trust. Honestly, I do. Its like a phobia, I care about what people think of me. In fact, I care A LOT. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even though I do know that popularity is superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Im losing myself, in the process. But strangely, Im liking it. Its like an inner battle, between sarsu and sarayoo. I like sarsu, but I miss sarayoo too. Im a totally different person nowadays. And whats scaring me, is the thought that I actually like this. Ohmyfugginggod what the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suicide is a depressing topic. And I keep trying to avoid it. But old memories keep coming back, flashes of the past. Which I want to forget but &lt;em&gt;cant.&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes I think if _____________ had worked last year, then I wouldnt have had to face this day. But when I think of happy thoughts, everything becomes all right in the end. It takes time,yes, but in the end, everything turns out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you for letting me know your true colours. I am still shocked over the fact. I never knew you could stoop so low. I think Im over you right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life sucks at the moment, SCHOOL sucks even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate my negative emotions and those stupid moodswings. Why cant I be hyper all the time like last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to end off. I am an atheist. Uhuh I dont believe in god.  I stopped believing and Im losing my faith. What little faith I had.&lt;br /&gt;You got a problem with that? Dont try to change my viewpoint on this. Just let me live life the way I want. Im not disrupting your faith and you are not disrupting my faith. Or lack of faith. So just drop the freaking matter already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not comment on this entry. And dont ask me why Im emo or ask me to cheer up. Because that only makes me feel worse. Also who knows, I might not be emo tomorrow but hyper. Although that is highly unlikely, considering the way things have been lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that parallel lines never meet. Perpendicular ones do however they always remain at 90 degrees. No more, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall go mug now. Perhaps that will help numb the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" I've become so numb I can feel you there.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4552020901252000060?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4552020901252000060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4552020901252000060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4552020901252000060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4552020901252000060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2476875513770982911</id><published>2007-06-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:33:12.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone conferences'/><title type='text'>one day before riadis birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my shona riadi, whos going to turn 15 tomorrow. Oh wait, in exactly one hour. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an extremely eventful day with many many many phone conversations. I mean conferences. Involving a grand total of, 5 PEOPLE! or paanch jon. Namely me, riadi, lavak, lavar and for a short period of time, BORKDA. ROFL. It.was.hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ria: * on msn* Im bored, can we conference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me: Ok sure, everyone, call my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ria: wait, whats your no. again? is it ********? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me: Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ria: WOOTS I MEMORISED YOUR NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Borkda: NAHIN!!! I will be left out! Ok I shall go read the old convos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;( We were having a conference on msn, with mansi, borkda, lavar, lavak, ria and me. Yes, hungama hahahaha. But Its FUN! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*my phone starts ringing and dosent stop for another 20 min. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lavar: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me: er, hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lavar: *laughs even louder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ria: I.am.wierded.out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lavak: *continues telling us about spiked*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lavar: * after around 3 min of conversation* Wait, who am I talking to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ria: How extremely lolifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh and the entire time we were forcing borkda to call too! And he finally did! But didnt say anything. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: OMG borkdas calling! Hold on guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;* adds borkda into conference*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ria,me,lavak,lavar: * simultaneosly say hello*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Later in msn convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;borkda: Whos the guy there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ria: rawr thats me, the one with the rasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yay riadis going to be older than me in 28min! how lolifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to meet up tomorrow! Everyone better come to JE LIBRARY!! Its going to be super fun! God am I hyper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek schools starting in 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;Good that I only have history pt and english stuff and the bio thing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THATS SO MUCH! how am I going to complete it!! gah gah gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave now, this entry was after all, rather pointless and VERY hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy advanced birthday di, I shall sms you later! 12 on the dot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people, Im sleeping early for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2476875513770982911?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2476875513770982911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2476875513770982911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2476875513770982911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2476875513770982911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-day-before-riadis-birthday.html' title='one day before riadis birthday'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1934188795882270270</id><published>2007-06-20T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:01:29.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>80th post</title><content type='html'>Today I broke rule no. 1 of being a happykid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you realise how much you've hurt me? Just by uttering those simple words. Stay.away. Its hurtful. There are too many things in my head right now. Too many thoughts. Too many Feelings. Should I keep waiting? Or should I just move on? Do I even like you? I.need.answers. And Im going to get them.&lt;br /&gt;I hate backstabbers. More than that, I hate backstabbers who lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moods change faster than new york city models. Which is very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always on the recieving end? The one to get hurt. The one to be shoved aside. It sucks. being me. The one always taken advantage of. Once or twice its ok. But ALL THE TIME? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. Thats bad. &lt;br /&gt;Jhoot bolna buri baat hai. Yes I know. But sometimes, its impossible to prevent them. I believe in my own wild fantasies. Im living my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;When I should in fact, face reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too young? I.am.confused. HELP! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But, if I tell you why, you will hate me. Oh yes you will. Everyone does. Its not anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you but I love you I cant stop thinking of you. Its true, Im stuck on you.   Stacie Orrico rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think randomn anons are like bugs. Bugs meant to be squashed. Idiots and losers, with nothing better to do but make life a living hell for others.&lt;br /&gt;Poor oila. ( what strange names you select. ) Rumours, they just keep spreading.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I would have done without you two behind me, watching every step I take. Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. This is my 80th post! Only twenty more to 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this post is rather memorable, I shall attempt to make it less emoish and filled with teenage angst and worries, by posting randomn tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/a-little-scary.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a nice edge to you. Use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And use it I shall, If you annoy me any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mouth is a Little Big&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveabigmouth/mouth-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a total tell all, but you don't hide who you are either.&lt;br /&gt;You've struck a good balance between discretion and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;People know you fairly well, at least on a superficial level.&lt;br /&gt;But you save your most revealing secrets for your best friend... or no one!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveabigmouth/"&gt;Do You Have a Big Mouth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice way to say that I talk too much. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Cypress Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/cypress-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strong, adaptable, and striving to be content.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at taking what life has to give - even if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;A passionate lover who can't be satisfied, you are quick tempered at times.&lt;br /&gt;You hate loneliness, want love and affection, and need to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a live wire, you love to gain knowledge any cost... and you can be careless at times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, for once this test is mostly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to play tararumpum on the keyboard today! woots! Well melody I meant. Someone help me figure out the chords! hinthint, a certain shona didi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay my handphone can have phone conferences too! woots. oh wait, that means the phone bills going to hit an ultimate high this time. Fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ahh ahh schools starting in 5 days! maths, you DIE. and the same goes for history pt, geog article response, english review, bio journal and german. merde merde merde I SHOULD have started earlier. Oh my fishing god how am I going to complete all of that. scheisse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomn randomn me. Like I said, my moods change so fast Im already hyper at the end of this blog entry. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1934188795882270270?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1934188795882270270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1934188795882270270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1934188795882270270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1934188795882270270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/80th-post.html' title='80th post'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8754835348471983957</id><published>2007-06-19T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:33:48.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unoriginality'/><title type='text'>toking to myself.</title><content type='html'>Ok this is what Im going to do for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;em&gt;do my math&lt;/em&gt; and geog article response by tonight, I will allow myself to read a few more pages of interview with the vampire and more comp time. Oh how I hate graphs! But no I must complete it! English assignment and Bio journal has to be done by tomorrow. No excuses. And same for history pt. You heard that! Lazy brain! So now I will be a good girl and bury myself in graphs graphs and more graphs. There thats a good girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love negotiating with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so stupid. Merde. I shall keep my big fat mouth shut now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has tape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey shona..... Hey shona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think conferences on msn are damn funny. Shorojoo,lobonno and borl. I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Yay riadis birthday is coming! I must go present hunting once again.  Lets all go for JBJ again! woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh this post is so terribly bad, its not even funny anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8754835348471983957?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8754835348471983957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8754835348471983957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8754835348471983957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8754835348471983957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/toking-to-myself.html' title='toking to myself.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1904905863742453021</id><published>2007-06-17T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:14:36.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I am here primarily to fangirl about JBJ. And to update in general.&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers ahead and watch out sissys, the movies rather &lt;em&gt;MATURE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, the acting was GREAT. And the songs were typical of a SEL track, Pop upbeat and absoloutely WUNDERBAR. I loved the preiti abhishek chemistry yay! The film was kind of unrealistic but fun! Lara looked nice as the french lady anaida in the first half but was just plain gaudy as laila, the HOOKER. Bobby was ok... but preiti and Abhi simply took the show. Dance moves were ok but the second half, when the mr and mrs southhall part came, the dance moves considerably improoved. AB was gypsylike, bad costume but entertaining. The twist in the middle of the movie was unexpected. And no I wont reveal it here, go watch the movie yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And to end off, I say that there were many many many kissing scenes. Too many to count. Ahh ahh ahh my poor virgin eyes! And heres one of the many well, adultish yet kind of funny scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek: So... Tum logon ne WOH ki?&lt;br /&gt;preiti: Kya woh?&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek: Erm tum logon ka*** ho gay?&lt;br /&gt;preiti: *smirks* yes, we made love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one, just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* waiting in train station and they lose track of time while talking*&lt;br /&gt;Preiti: OH NO!! LOOK AT THE TIME!! We are so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek: Dont worry! I wont let anyone screw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scene honestly was so sudden. Especially since I was watching it with my family. Ok that wasnt exactly the starstriking review I was hoping but heck. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss of love, kiss of love stay away from the kiss of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JE library simply rocks! I went there 3 times this week, with ria and chipkali and for the first one, stuti too! It was damn fun! And we did randomn stuff and laughed our heads off. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to lose interest in blogging nowadays.... Maybe I'll stop posting so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to go to Walas party!&lt;br /&gt;Havent done maths homework yet. I am so screwed. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wont let anyone screw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JBJ's stuck in my head. For the time being. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall post a randomn quizzes now, to amuse myself....&lt;br /&gt;Heres a few, ripped off Jolyn's blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THINGS YOU’VE DONE"&lt;br /&gt;If you have done any of these things, bold them&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thrown popcorn at people’s heads in a movie theater&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flown on a plane&lt;/strong&gt;. ( duh. many many many times. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Failed a test. ( My Social studies test in primary school. * sobs* )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlighted/ Dyed your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bought something and never wore it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swore in front of your parents. ( Is hell counted? )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been called a slut/whore/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drank alcohol.&lt;/strong&gt; ( mmm vodka )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone out with a good friend.&lt;/strong&gt; ( duh. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regretted something. ( many times )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV for 8+ hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been to a concert. ( Yay a bunch )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopped in a big city&lt;/strong&gt;. ( I live in one. )&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a manicure/pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law.&lt;br /&gt;Ran from the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a random conversation with someone you don’t even know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gossiped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgotten a close friend/ family member’s birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; ( sorry padmini! :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Called an infomercial number. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stayed up all night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Completed a jigsaw puzzle by yourself. ( I like puzzles :D )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked back to a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed something about yourself to impress someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent New Years in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;Gone out with someone for their looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NAME BOLD."&lt;br /&gt;If you know someone with one of these names, bold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany&lt;br /&gt;Blake&lt;br /&gt;Celeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacklyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk&lt;br /&gt;Lacy&lt;br /&gt;Lukas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebastian &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I know so many people. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMN BOLD.&lt;br /&gt;Bold all that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have more than 1 best friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t own a cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pictures everywhere in my room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not one of those people that goes to starbucks because i think i’m cool by going there.&lt;br /&gt;I like to draw.&lt;br /&gt;My nails are painted at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I wear sweats everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I hate rap music.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite number is 6.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived in the same town/city all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looooooove movies. ( some not all)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know every word to at least one movie.&lt;br /&gt;I’m into photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own trophies for things I’ve won.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blonde.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read all the gossip girl books.&lt;br /&gt;My name starts with an "A".&lt;br /&gt;I own a dog.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to more than 10 states in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok why would I be bored when I have something to do?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh my comps mouse is screwed now. I shall see what is wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fiddles with mouse*&lt;br /&gt;IT WORKS! Woots I have hidden techno skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love someone, is special.&lt;br /&gt;To be loved by someone, is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;To be loved by someone whom you love, is &lt;em&gt;life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1904905863742453021?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1904905863742453021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1904905863742453021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1904905863742453021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1904905863742453021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5561519880986899772</id><published>2007-06-10T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:09:48.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>sl spraypainting</title><content type='html'>I think the nicest people in the world are people totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headache is ok now, it was after all, just a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for caring. I was very very very touched. Sweet people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling very, strange right now. I am hyper and sad at the same time. Because of something that happened that should not have happened. Dammit, I think I did something wrong. Mujhe woh karna nahin tha. I feel low and high rite now. Is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so mean and wicked nowadays. I should try to bond and get along with people more. Keep my emotions in check. I put up a bloody facade. I reveal myself to no one. People think they know me, but they dont. No one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.am.a.loser. A major one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i think Im going to delete this blog and delete my msn and go back to being what I was before. A recluse. I shall keep to myself and study everyday. I need to improve my grades anyway. Stupid maths. What is a blog anyway, an opening where randomn people come to mock at my emotions. Maybe a private blog is better. Or perhaps no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard being mayo. Sometimes the pressures too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, its hard to even talk nowadays. Let alone with you. This is wierd, I never had a problem talking to someone before and now, for the first time I do. And the strangest thing is, that its you. You of all people. Why do I care so much of what you think? I have to think twice before saying something to you. and thats whats worrying me. I never really care what others think of me. I say what comes to my mind. But for you, its different, like main goongi ho jaati hoon. Or I blabber, on and on. You intimidate me, without meaning to. I think its an inferiority complex. Stupid. And I cant be normal with you, so why try. But I know I cannot stop, for that will make me and you even more unhappy. But seriously, I feel so loserfic and stupid next to you. And sorry that my first impression of you was a bad one. It has changed though, drastically. I dont even know what I feel for you anymore. Pity? Sad? or just plain friendly. This is wierd. very wierd. I shall try to be normal with you, even though its going to take ages for me. Somehow, I feel Im trying too hard. Maybe I should stop and be myself and see how it goes. Then again, maybe I wont. I think Im going to sleep on it. I cant see any other way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the happier side, I am now grade 6 for guitar. Woots, I rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay and todays sl was absolutely fantastic. It was fun painting on those rocks. The stones cry out. How ironic. Spraypainting was tiring though, we worked like 3hrs and only managed to do half a wall. But we will work fast on wednesday! Sl's from 9-9 on wednesday. Sigh a full 12 hrs. But at least no more staying back after school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post was actually typed out two days ago. I kept delaying it though. Hence the rather drastic change between emotions. I think Im going to be very busy nowadays. Perhaps I will stop blogging so frequently and get back to my studies. Sadly, schools going to start soon. I weep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to watch many many many movies. Anyone wants to watch with me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im a _fill in with appropriate muddling/confusing adjective_ kid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5561519880986899772?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5561519880986899772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5561519880986899772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5561519880986899772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5561519880986899772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/sl-spraypainting.html' title='sl spraypainting'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-3064221475720379387</id><published>2007-06-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:28:25.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>party</title><content type='html'>I just went to a party. A wedding. Where I drank alchohol without realising it.&lt;br /&gt;Two glasses. Of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;It tasted wierd but strangely nice. Like a blueberry mocktail. Shockingly sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I think Im getting my first hangover.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, like hell.&lt;br /&gt;And my head is throbbing, every single pulse like a stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im going to stop going to parties where they mistake you for an adult. and serve you vodka saying its a raspberry mocktail. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go&lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heads still hurting, I think its going to be an early night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. panadol, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a $2 pack of meiji chocolate today. I am hooked haha. The mother says it tastes like strawberry milk. I sniff at her.  I think chocolates are nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had sl today at sgh.  Only three other people turned up. Slacked around doing nothing until 3.30 and then we folded and made loads of origami. I realise I also suck at origami. My paper crane was wonky and the tulip, bad. I suck at everything artsy. Im not a neat person haha. Disorganised, messy old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I leave, randomn quizzes again. I cant seem to get enough of them haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/good-friend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ENFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is enthusiastic, giving, cautious, and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 8% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Cluster is Extraverted Intuition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true wordsmith - a master of words&lt;br /&gt;Original, spontaneous, and a true inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Highly energetic, up for any challenge&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining and engaging, both to friends and strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Cluster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: January 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lucked out the the skills to succeed in almost any arena.&lt;br /&gt;Put you in almost any business or classroom, and you'll rise to the top.&lt;br /&gt;You're driven and intense, but you also know when to kick back and cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to adapt to almost any situation is part of what's going to make you a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your attention to detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You can be a little too proud of your successes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Arrow pointing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/fire.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.&lt;br /&gt;You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now I think. I shall go sleep now. Or maybe just slack around. OW OW OW. Stupid headache. Damn those waiters. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dad says hes a tortured soul, he works all night and day, and he really is a good man. He donates tens of thousands of dollars to charity. He says. But then I watch the national geographic channel. And, they dont look like they've recieved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh, randomn yawp lines again. I really must stop doing that, but I really think its our best piece yet. Love the poems. All of them good writers. unlike me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As there is nothing else to do right now. I shall go to bed. It is time to go to bed, anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.tomorrow is guitar lesson day! Cant wait to try out that new song...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.p.s. The bride was so darn pretty. I loved her dress and her smile :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.p.p.s. The father is back from his trip now. Sigh that means more maths practice and less time on the comp. Im going to miss being on msn for 12hrs a day and blogging continously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night people....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-3064221475720379387?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/3064221475720379387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=3064221475720379387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3064221475720379387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3064221475720379387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/party.html' title='party'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4942969443997577392</id><published>2007-06-09T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:59:17.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldnt be bothered</title><content type='html'>Aaaj se, main tumhare peeche bhaagne waale nahin hoon. Agar tum mere saat baat nahin karnaa chaahte ho, to main tere peeche kyun bhaagoon? I've had enough. Lets see, agar aaj tum sacche dil se mere saat baat karoge, then maybe i might change my mind. But I know you. Tum aisa karne wale nahin ho. Tumhare attitude problem aur ego ke vajhe se, tum khoodh apne aap ko barbaad kar rahe ho. Siriusly, agar tum koodh apni madded nahin karne chaahte ho to main tumhari madded kaise karoon? Isliye, I've moved on... and I hope you have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voh aapke mitrata ke liye saamarthya nahi hai, kyonki voh aapke sachhe dil se dosti ki kadar nahi karta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to talk to you. And she dosent want to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vanishing, with a poof in a shower, of stars and glitter and black flying fish feathers. To a world where she wears a nametag, like those cashierers and waitresses? And no one needs to ask her name. And she, dosent need to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And for all the things I didnt say,&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really very randomn of me but heck, felt like posting the yawp lines all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres sl later, and a randomn wedding. How fun woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And glucklich geburtstag denise. Sie ist vierzehn jahre alt now. Too old for disneyland haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey and remember, agar koi moosibat aa gayi and you need to vent, Im there for you.&lt;br /&gt;I always am... So dont be sad ok? Cheer up! :D&lt;br /&gt;As I type this I wonder, ki kya tum mere blog padte bhi ho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop blogging. Take a hiatus. Blogging makes me emo :(&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe I wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im becoming more and more like egg. Sigh, influence. I like the book though.&lt;br /&gt;Its very real. Nice writing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored now. So I shall amuse myself by posting randomn quizes. Holidays get boring after a while. I actually miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Rule Venus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/venus.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus is a mysterious, stormy planet - shrouded in a thick layer of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Venus, because you are quite emotional and volatile yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions change as rapidly as the weather on Venus, and both you and the planet are incomprehensible to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are not a logical thinker, you are quite empathetic.&lt;br /&gt;You can care for and understand others, but your emotions swirl too quickly to truly understand yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venus? ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were A Lion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/lion.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lethal combination of strength and energy.&lt;br /&gt;You have strong family ties, and close friends are like family to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/"&gt;What Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RAWR HEAR ME RAWR! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Thinking Style: Exploring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/exploring.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name.&lt;br /&gt;You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles.&lt;br /&gt;You show people how to question their models of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Thinking Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... er, challenger? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think Im done now, I have to go for sl. Yay more cute little babies. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4942969443997577392?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4942969443997577392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4942969443997577392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4942969443997577392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4942969443997577392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/couldnt-be-bothered.html' title='Couldnt be bothered'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2840779036621855231</id><published>2007-06-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:40:40.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fergie'/><title type='text'>fergie</title><content type='html'>I've stopped caring. Cause you've let me down so many times. And not just me, for that matter. I couldnt care less right now. I've moved on... and so have you. Sigh, its for the better of everyone I guess. You and your stupid attitude and ego. Seriously, get over it. You immature, stupid manipulater. GADHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to randomn songs right now and blog surfing. I realise that some people are very very very despo. Siriusly, get a life wont you? Losers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise Im a terrible writer. Sigh, another thing to add to my things Im bad at list. Its increasing, rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there is SL again. I will wear my oldest clothes and go. I really dont want another food fight and paint bomb episode. It took me ages to get those stains off.&lt;br /&gt;Haha but it was fun though... Dammit Im the official photographer again.&lt;br /&gt;Aa aa aa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like fergie, she has nice songs. And I think gwen stefani is cool. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flying first class&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Poppin.. champagne&lt;br /&gt;Livin.. my life&lt;br /&gt;In the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;And I won..t change&lt;br /&gt;For the glamorous&lt;br /&gt;Ooh the flossy, flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous glamorous&lt;br /&gt;( The glamorous life)&lt;br /&gt;For the glamorous&lt;br /&gt;Ooh flossy, flossy&lt;br /&gt;(the flossy flossy)&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous, glamorous&lt;br /&gt;( The glamorous life)&lt;br /&gt;For the glamorous&lt;br /&gt;Ooh the flossy, flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay songs are nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting more and more incoherent. Heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2840779036621855231?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2840779036621855231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2840779036621855231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2840779036621855231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2840779036621855231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/fergie.html' title='fergie'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4180882570589477538</id><published>2007-06-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:07:56.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='very very bored.'/><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>Sigh Im so BORED.  I have nothing to do but math right now. I shall procrastinate and not do it.  So, to amuse myself, I will blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO BLOG ABOUT. Ok this is terrible.&lt;br /&gt; AHH AHH AHH, I.must.not.succumb.to.boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I already have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay cant wait for the eventh hp book to come out! I 've been waiting, long enough, i've had enough of meaningless fanfic now. even if snape is cool in it. I want the real thing whee. I shall post this here, to remind me of the days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mugglenet.com/countdown/cd-dh.swf " width="150" height="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mugglenet.com/countdown/cd-ootp.swf" width="150" height="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay cant wait for the ending. But Im also sad the book is no longer going to be written. Sigh, it was fun while it lasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother is obsessed with dinosaurs. He can spell t-rex without looking it up. And he knows more about the dinosaur age than me. This is bad, Im being out shone by someone 9 years younger than me. Note to self: Go read up on ancient history and show off to adults.  And rub it in. hahaha I am competatively mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will start writing again. I have stopped for too long. Fictionpress, it is time for you to be resurrected. I will arrive and declare my war on plays. You have been threathening me too long.  And you have made me meek and stick to only poems and stories. I feel daring tonight, perhaps I will attempt one. A teensy weensy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my braces changed and tightened again.  Their white now and I think it rocks yay! Dentist says I can get it off by end of this year. Woots, perfect teeth.  And I cant wait to eat apples again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped using those randomn slash thingys / now. They are annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that maths is actually quite simple. Once you understand it. Yay I have conquered algebra and indices! Now, only graphs come in my path to gain a 3.6 in maths. How I hate you, you annoying x and y axis.  But yes, at least life is no longer y= -1.  The gradient is now constant. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so rambling in this post.  I sound drunk hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I think its the milo. I drank 4 cans today. plus in macs, when Lava treated me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a milo addict. how nice. I like milo. It is very very very nice and choclatey...  Its fun being on the milo rush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops I've got the dreamers disease... Dream on gal dream on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4180882570589477538?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4180882570589477538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4180882570589477538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4180882570589477538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4180882570589477538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5734566095109173907</id><published>2007-06-07T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:39:35.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library...'/><title type='text'>library</title><content type='html'>Whee, just got back from the library. Had LOADS of fun with CHIPKALI! haha... I am very very very bored right now, so I shall post quotes, from our great expedition to JE library. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava: OMG HIDE ME! Ex pri sch classmates!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? huh? huh? * proceeds to watch in amusement as lava squeezes herself into the tiny space between the bookshelf and the fire extinguisher. *&lt;br /&gt;Lava: Are they gone?&lt;br /&gt;me: Yah they are, get out of that space now Kumaresh!&lt;br /&gt;Lava: HELP I CANT GET OUT! Oh wait, I just did get out.&lt;br /&gt;me: loser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava: Lets go down to the childrens section, for the fun of it!&lt;br /&gt;me: er sure, but WE MUST NOT BE SEEN!&lt;br /&gt;Lava: * presses button on lift*&lt;br /&gt;* randomn people ( adults ) walk in *&lt;br /&gt;Lava: Oops, lets get down at level one then hehehe. ( Childrens is in the basement. )&lt;br /&gt;me: Then what, they go down to the childrens section?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: * sees book titled WHAT IS A FISH* Look Lava look, the story of your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lava: * sees poster saying love is blind and makes the simplest person giggly*&lt;br /&gt;lava: Ok so love takes away your eyes and gives you a laughing disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this last final quote, at the bustop before taking 105 back home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava: OMG I DONT HAVE MONEY IN MY EZ-LINK HELP HELP! do u have coins?&lt;br /&gt;me: * happily jingles wallet * yea loads...&lt;br /&gt;Lava: LEND ME 55 cents!&lt;br /&gt;me: ok sure, * checks wallet* Dammit, I only have malaysian ringgit hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our very eventful trip to the library. Oh and lava treated me iced milo. Woots you rock. And I stone haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah so damn bored rite now... I think I will be mugger and go do maths now.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I think conferences(phone) are nice... Especially ones that last for many many minutes...&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the phone bill. I think I really shot it up this time.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Your ok now! You called! Get well soon ok? Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;हम सब तेरे लिए praarthana कर रहे हैं...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart....&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, that was randomn ... Yay Im HAPPY again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5734566095109173907?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5734566095109173907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5734566095109173907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5734566095109173907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5734566095109173907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/library-and-photos.html' title='library'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-6328118523939995555</id><published>2007-06-06T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:39:12.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoness'/><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be very emo and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a big foot. I really do. I find it damn annoying that no freaking shoe shop in this world sells shoes as big as my foot. I went to three shoe stores today, and NONE of them had a white pump in my size. How annoying is that. Gah being a bigfoot sucks.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I was stressed like mad when I heard the news. Internal Bleeding. In coma. Oh god, what is wrong with this world. I miss you like crazy. Im praying for you, I pray that you will be able to speak again, and talk on the phone with me again. Sometimes I think, what is wrong with this world. There are those sinners like Osama all out in the open and you, You as innocent and as kind as ever, stuck in a hospital. This is one unfair world. Sometimes I think whats the point. I mean you go to school do well, or badly and realise that at that exact moment, when your just worrying about grades and superficial stuff, &lt;em&gt;someone out there is  fighting for his/her life&lt;/em&gt;.  Why is it always the nice ones, first weiqi and now... I must not lose hope. You've been so nice to me. Dont leave yet. Please god, please. Get well Soon.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;We are friends again. Yay, I really appreciate what you and her did for me. Thanks a bunch. I wont act stupid again, and that too over something so trivial. Our friendship is much more deep than superficial, shallow boboheads. Friends forever?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;My teeth hurt like crazy. I think the fake one is getting looser again. Dammit, that means no more apples and icecream. Ouch Ouch Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Im annoyed at you, but it will pass. Just stop trying to nag at me so much, please. Its not like I did anything wrong. Its annoying. But I know, your doing this all for my own good. I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped believing in you. Cause you've let me down so many times... Are you for real? Am I the wrong one? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I an agnostic? Is it so wrong being one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the grief is so great that a little less sorrow may seem like a great happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot guys, you cheered me up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting emo agian, ahh ahh ahh. I should stop. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But its hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-6328118523939995555?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/6328118523939995555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=6328118523939995555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6328118523939995555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6328118523939995555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8973742561662432853</id><published>2007-06-05T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:15:42.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good charlotte'/><title type='text'>randomn</title><content type='html'>WHEE I bring back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE QUIZZES!!!  ( stolen of Denise's blog again )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the randomness begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What bill do you hate paying the most? I hate paying all bills hahaha&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner? Hmmmm in a mangrove swamp. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last time you puked from drinking? Er I have never drank so much that I had to puke.&lt;br /&gt;4. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar?i'm underage.&lt;br /&gt;5. Name of your first grade teacher? Miss evil Witch. I mean Ms liew, I think.&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you really want to be doing right now? Sitting in a New York Suite watching the city landscape with a glass of Iced Milo. :)&lt;br /&gt; 7. What did you want to be when you were growing up? Hmmm a red Indian&lt;br /&gt;8. How many colleges did you attend?0&lt;br /&gt;9. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?.because it happens to be in my cupboard&lt;br /&gt;10. GAS PRICES?what gas?&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you? I would go to Kenya again, with _______.&lt;br /&gt;12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning? Yay its still the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;.13. Last thought before going to sleep last night? I hope ____ is well. Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite style of underwear?i dont know&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite style of underwear for the opposite sex?Err, I dont know? Maybe My baby bros spiderman boxers hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;16. What errand/chore do you despise?cleaning my room. Which is what Im supposed to do rite now.&lt;br /&gt;17. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer?YES :D&lt;br /&gt;18. Get up early or sleep in?sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite cartoon character? SCOOBY DOO&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a girl/guy?a hawt comedy movie&lt;br /&gt;21. At what age did you first start feeling old?somtime between 13 and 14&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite 80's movie? The rainman.&lt;br /&gt;24. Your favorite lunch meat? Im a vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you get every time you go into Costco? err, what is Costco?&lt;br /&gt;26. Beach or lake?beach!&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual?nope.&lt;br /&gt;28. How many people do you stalk on Myspace?7&lt;br /&gt; 29. Favorite guilty pleasure?chocolate&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about? Cars&lt;br /&gt;31. What's your drink?ice milo&lt;br /&gt;32. Cowboys or Indians?indians! :D and cowboys.  Howdy partner.&lt;br /&gt;33. Cops or Robbers?bandits&lt;br /&gt;34. Who from high school would you like to run into? The green man hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;35. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;36.Norm or Cliff?i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;37. The Cosby Show or the Simpsons?.the simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back?none&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work?from school? yah.&lt;br /&gt;40. If you could get away with it, who would you kill?i wouldn't. im a nice girl :)&lt;br /&gt;41. What famous person(s) would you like to have dinner with? Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;42. What famous person would you like to sleep with?eeew shuddup. Im underaged.&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purpose?nope.&lt;br /&gt;44. Last book you read for real? All american Girl.&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have a teddy bear? YUPS many. :)&lt;br /&gt;46. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth? dunno. School Toilet?&lt;br /&gt;47. Somewhere in California you've never been and would like to go? Malibu Beach.&lt;br /&gt;48. Number of texts in a day?20 or 30&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you go to church?nup&lt;br /&gt;.51. Pencil or pen?Pen&lt;br /&gt;52. What do you want to achieve in life?flight and invisibility.&lt;br /&gt;53. How old are you? 14 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh that it was it, a randomn quiz haha. And now, as Im very very bored, I shall post a GOOD CHARLOTTE song woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#339900"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5SZuJXZk9WbkJXYnVmcuVnL3d3d/GOOD%20CHARLOTTE%20-%20Keep%20Your%20Hands%20Off%20My%20Girl.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#339900;border:#33CC66;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say AHH AHHH AHH AHH!  Keep your hands off my girl, Keep your hands off my girl... haha Im a fan. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8973742561662432853?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8973742561662432853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8973742561662432853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8973742561662432853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8973742561662432853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/randomn.html' title='randomn'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1153807237725923181</id><published>2007-06-04T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:12:47.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>tests and truefrens test</title><content type='html'>Yay Im back, was feeling bored so I shall now post a QUIZ, stolen from Denise's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things in your room: pillow, books, comp, stuff toy, pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you couldn't live without: frenz and family, my phone, the comp, drama, POTATOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 friends you would want to room with: scooby doo, shaggy, snoopy, my lion, eeyore the donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people you love: everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people you hate: nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Or That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or hate?LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream or cookies?ICECREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV or computer? computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books or magazines? books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi? coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ahh that was randomn, more randomn stuff now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheated on someone?: no&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on?: yes. as in cheated by a friend. &lt;br /&gt;3. Smoked?: no&lt;br /&gt;4. Drank alcohol?: yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Been in an airplane?: yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Been to another country?: yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam in the ocean?: yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Been in a car crash?: yes. I dont want to relive the experience.&lt;br /&gt;9. Skipped school?: haha yes for a dental appointment.&lt;br /&gt;10. Laughed until you cried?: hahaha yes&lt;br /&gt;11. Told someone that you loved them?: i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;12. Pushed a door when it said pull?: yes annoying little doors in the school library&lt;br /&gt;13. Fainted?: yes&lt;br /&gt;14. Stolen something from a store?: no&lt;br /&gt;15. Been arrested?: no&lt;br /&gt;16. Faked sick to get out of school?: no&lt;br /&gt;17. Kissed a girl?: no unless cheek is counted&lt;br /&gt;18. Hugged a girl?: yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Kissed a boy?: is my brother counted?&lt;br /&gt;20. Hugged a boy?: yes&lt;br /&gt;21. Lied to get out of trouble?: yes&lt;br /&gt;22. Cried from being so happy?: yes&lt;br /&gt;23. Cut yourself shaving?: no&lt;br /&gt;24. Danced in the rain?: yes&lt;br /&gt;25. Stayed up all night?: yes&lt;br /&gt;26. Gotten a tattoo?: yes the national day one hahaha&lt;br /&gt;27. Had any pets?: yes sigh, goldy died 3 days ago. He was a good fish.&lt;br /&gt;28. Got a sunburn?: yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Been in an earthquake?: unless u count one I slept through&lt;br /&gt;30. Voted on American Idol?: no&lt;br /&gt;31. Got a summer job?: no&lt;br /&gt;32. Peed your pants after age 8?: no&lt;br /&gt;33. Wished you had a different name?: no&lt;br /&gt;34. Copied someone's homework?: yes&lt;br /&gt;35. Dyed your hair?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I shall post other randomn stuff now, like the true frenz test thing. Its very very easy. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/497944"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/497944/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1153807237725923181?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1153807237725923181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1153807237725923181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1153807237725923181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1153807237725923181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/tests-and-truefrens-test.html' title='tests and truefrens test'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1470248707214918714</id><published>2007-06-04T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:27:46.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geog trip</title><content type='html'>Ahh I am finally here, to post about geog trip. But as my stupid camera chose to run out of battery at this exact moment, I cant put pictures :( But I shall still post randomn quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog trip started off very very early in the morning. We had to be in school by 6.30am! Ahhh and for late risers like me, it is very sad. But we all slept like 2hrs before coming to the immigration check point. And lava, being careless as usual, lost her white card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava: OMG I cant find it!&lt;br /&gt;the rest: REALLY LAVA SEARCH FOR IT!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ho: Its ok, you can get another one...&lt;br /&gt;Lava: oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so yah, then we all happily slept for 5 hrs on the bus and the poor tour guide ( he was called JIT SINGH ahahahahaha ) was trying to wake us up by telling us about the wonderful city of KL but sadly, no one listened and he too gave up and went back to sleep. Then midway, we stopped for lunch in some amusement park cum mall thingy. And the saddest thing was, despite there being a subway and macs, they took US ( veg ppl ) to a randomn thai restaurant where the food was TERRIBLE. And they took a LONGGGGGGG time to serve it. Like 1hr or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone: Ahh we are hungry, finally we should be getting food...&lt;br /&gt;45 min later&lt;br /&gt;everyone: Wheres the Damn FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;1hr later&lt;br /&gt;Ppl getting restless and come back from their roaming around the mall&lt;br /&gt;everyone: The foods still not here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, 1hr 15 min later, the food arrives. And lava happily knocks down the water jug with her wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lava you just spillt water.&lt;br /&gt;*lava stones*&lt;br /&gt;Me: URM LAVA WE NEED HELP HERE! U JUST SPILLT SPILLT AN ENTIRE JUG!&lt;br /&gt;Lava: *Happily drinks from my glass*&lt;br /&gt;The rest: HEY LAVA GET THE WATER OFF THE TABLE WONT U?&lt;br /&gt;Lava: wakes up and says, Oh who spillt water?&lt;br /&gt;The rest: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. And after the food was served...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nandita: this soup is just water and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;me: correction. this soup is just SALTwater and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;lava: * picks up tofu* this tastes like erasers and looks like erasers too.&lt;br /&gt;me: I have a bad feeling we are going to eat fish food for the next three days.&lt;br /&gt;lava: dammit. I knew I should have brought instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: lava pass the eraser please and a little sea water too.&lt;br /&gt;lava: * passes tofu and randomn soup.&lt;br /&gt;nandita: DAMMIT! we are like eating stationery at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;me: Ahhh thats why it is called a POPULAR restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;lava: the sad life of a vegetarian:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: * points to wierd specimen on table* whats that?&lt;br /&gt;rhubbini: its fried butter or something.&lt;br /&gt;abigail: no its fried butter prawns.&lt;br /&gt;nandita: * stops chewing on the "butter prawns" * WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back on the coach and went to Putrajaya and Cyberjaya, which are like mini business centres. Very futuritic places. Haha we all behaved like kids there in the playground. It was fun though. Then we went to two malls, where we were supposed to buy our own dinner and we went to DOMINOES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomn waiter: Blabbers on and on in malay&lt;br /&gt;we: stunned and use hand signals to convey messages&lt;br /&gt;randomn waiter: stares and takes down order&lt;br /&gt;after we finish eating, and the bill arrives&lt;br /&gt;randomn waiter: asks very nicely, how was ur meal&lt;br /&gt;we: WTH U SPOKE ENGLISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah so the malls were really huge there , sorta reminded me of vivocity actually. And there was this huge pet store in it with all kinds of dogs :) The second mall was even better and I bought a black adidas bottle, with lime green stuff on it. WOOTS, It rocks. And it only cost 15RM . Yay so basicly that was our first day, mostly shopping and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn early. At 6am and went down for breakfast at aroun 6.45. Breakfast rocked, Whee there were choc covered muffins and lava happily went and dropped chocolate sauce on hereself haha. So we all went down to mangrove swamps, the journey took 2hrs and everyone slept again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( in the mangrove forest)&lt;br /&gt;guide: hello everyone! today we shall go trekking&lt;br /&gt;and this where we shall jump into the mud&lt;br /&gt;everyone: * gasps*&lt;br /&gt;guide: this is where we walk in the mangrove, please come in groups of 10.&lt;br /&gt;everyone: *nervous glance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so we all happily went into the wet, squelchy mud, wearing EXPENSIVE SPORTS SHOES, and sadly they all got spoiled gah. And one of my shoes happily got stuck in the mud and while trying to pull it out, I GOT STUCK and fell hahaha... But not as bad as lava, who fell 3 times hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide: You can use this mud in facials and stuff, very expensive. In the united states this mud will cost over hundreds of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: Maybe I can just throw my shoe at somebody for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha and poor mrs ho was worried about us getting so dirty and all but siriusly, the experience was damn fun and a once in a life time thing. I would love to jump into the mud again, just not with expensive running shoes haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back, we extremely muddy people, back to the entrance where there were toilets, shops and CIVILISATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava: how long is there left?&lt;br /&gt;guide: about 10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;everyone: groannnan&lt;br /&gt;eternity later.&lt;br /&gt;someone: how long is there left?&lt;br /&gt;guide: 2-3 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;me: she said the same thing about 20 min ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well but we finally did reach the entrance and there was a tap there, which we all used to was our shoes haha. We were all squatting down like aunties and washing shoes happily under the hot hot sun. Some people gave up on scraping it with their nails and used their socks haha and threw them away later. Sadly many peoples shoe disintegreted... :( but mine didnt yay i love my reeboks haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later before lunch, we all stopped at a randomn store and everyone bought slippers for like 2 RM haha... and they were so comfy that we wore them the whole day... Lunch was good, they gave us fried rice and thankfully no saltwater. We then had a lecture on padi fields and went to see a rice mill and stuff and well it was interesting. Haha lava stole many many grains of rice. Bad bad girl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to mangrove swamp in the night, to watch the fireflies. Omg it seriously was just so beautiful... It was a full moon night, and in the dark mangrove swamp and clear water, it truly was beautiful watching millions of tiny fireflies glitter in the shaded trees... It was so magical I guess. Then, upon going outside, there were some fireflies on the trees outside and we tried to catch them. :) Fiery was a good friend to us, he will always be remembered for the way he used to glow when we touched him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dinner, which wasnt very good but there was still papad :) yay. So we reached our hotel really late that night, around 11.30 and as we were all chatting until like 12.30 we finally slept at 2 hehe... But the next day we only had to wake up by 8.30 so it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd and final day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay so we packed up and went to FRIM which is this tropical rainforest and we had to trek for a really really looooong time uphill as there was canopy walk thingy. It was really very very fun as we got to see and smell very nice stuff. :) One thing I hate though is that I got bitten by a stupid leech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: * the leech happiily bites me while i stone *&lt;br /&gt;Tisha: OMG THERE IS A LEECH ON YOUR LEG!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone: WTH WTH WTH R U OK???&lt;br /&gt;me: AHH AHH AHH&lt;br /&gt;guide: * calmly plucks leech and flicks it off. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing nothing happened, except for this really annoying red bump on my leg. It itchy, sort of like a mosquito bite, but I guess it will heal in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canopy walk was simply awesome. It was lovely seeing the entire forest from a suspension bridge. I even managed to see the twin towers yay.  After the canopy walk we all had to walk down again the long distance, and surprisingly this was scarier than climbing up, but less tiring of course. Haha me tisha and lava were happily swinging down the lianas to climb down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end, we were all like sweaty buffalos and we went back to the cool aircon of the bus and drank pepsi haha.  Then we had lunch, which was great, for once.  Haha on the escalator Tisha said something absolutely hilarious and what made it absolutely hilarious was that JIT SINGH was standing right behind her when she said it! Haha then he probably got depressed and went off to smoke again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busride back was simply awesome, mainy because most of us were too hyper to sleep and much noise was made. We all were screaming and cracking jokes and singing, very loudly, the whole time hahaha.  After like 4 hrs, when we saw that it was still 72 km to JB, we found it very funny and turned it into some kind of game show hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURVIVOR: KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day : 72 km to johor&lt;br /&gt; 2 weeks later: 5 km to johor&lt;br /&gt;.2 YEARS later: 1 km to johor.&lt;br /&gt;50 years later: hello mum? dad? im ur daughter speaking, I went for a fieldtrip about 50 years ago? ya im at Newton foodcourt now can u come and pick me up?&lt;br /&gt;35 people.&lt;br /&gt;50 years.&lt;br /&gt;1 survivor.&lt;br /&gt;* Git Singh pops up *&lt;br /&gt;WHO WILL IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha we found it especially hilarious at that time, especially lavas impression of Git Singh hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;And poor lava blew the first bubble of her life, and no one was looking. Tisha blew one that reached uptill her nose and burst and it was HILARIOUS seeing her covered in pink bubblegum haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached the checkpoint, and I happily left my whitecard on the bus and then at the counter, the woman was like maam, we cannot let you leave malaysia unless you have a card. And I was siriusly so freaked out but found it in the end haha. It was stuck at the bottom, wedged between the menthos. LOL. And at the Singapore checkpoint, they were checking our bags and stuff and Lava and Nandita also happily brought the trash bags along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* trash bags go through screening*&lt;br /&gt;Tisha: WOW, bags went in and trash came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha that was hilarious and they finally threw the trash away.  And upon reaching Singapore Lava happily said, " Its great finally seeing the sign TOILET instead of TANDAS hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to newton food court carpark, we passed my house as in we went right beside it! And I was like WTH I WANNA GET DOWN HERE.  Gah. Haha then me and lava were stupidly calling each other on our handphones even though we were sitting right behind each other.  And lava happily went and told her parents NOVENA instead of NEWTON but her parents were clever and read the paper and came to NEWTON. Haha and she kept asking me whether she left her luggage at the immigration and I was like, yes lava I am positive you pushed my bag down and wedged yours into the tiny gap between the bags. hahaha I can be mean sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all , GEOG TRIP WAS AWESOME! I really would love to go again! Woots, I must take revenge on the leech that bit me hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, as I feel very randomn, I will post the true friends test here, in my next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1470248707214918714?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1470248707214918714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1470248707214918714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1470248707214918714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1470248707214918714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/geog-trip.html' title='geog trip'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-3017964826956222515</id><published>2007-06-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:54:39.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>randomn post after geog trip</title><content type='html'>It happened again.&lt;br /&gt;I got worked up over stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;I must remember to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for freaking you out. It wont happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Shall post about geog trip tomorrow. With photos. Im way tooo tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;IM A SURVIVOR.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, leech bites suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala, i am so hyperly randomn today...&lt;br /&gt;woots i love running. run run all the way lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is blind, but friendship closes its eyes."&lt;br /&gt;( I dont really get it, randomnly posting it haha )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-3017964826956222515?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/3017964826956222515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=3017964826956222515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3017964826956222515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3017964826956222515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-happened-again.html' title='randomn post after geog trip'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4559477553965306248</id><published>2007-05-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:02:16.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GEOG TRIP'/><title type='text'>before geog trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahhh I have finished packing! Finally! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This blog will be inactive until I come back from the geog trip, which will be on sat . So dont panic if you dont see me on msn, I have not died people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I got back my GPA. It was ok... What I am very pissed about right now is that I cannot seem to decide whether to take history or geog. AHH!! History simply rocks but geog is my better subject.... Haha I shall wait for time to take its toll then, who knows, I might end up taking lit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha my geog teacher thinks I am very very polite! Which I find absolutely hilarious. But anyway, Ms leong you rock! And so do the other teachers! Except maybe ____ . I hate you, you annoying freak. You dont teach us properly and expect us to do well in that subject when you havent even finished teaching a main topic being tested. And then you nag, all the time. You piss me off! You and you're stupid holiday homework. Grrr... you made me waste $30 buying your annoying assesment books. And did they help? NO! face it, you're just a horrible teacher. Go back to your band and sing, stop trying to teach us. Because you cant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am very very disappointed in you right now. I though you atleast cared. But now I realise, you are just like the others. Shallow, self-centered and a hypocrite. You loser. Go away, I dont want to talk to you. But I know I will, sooner or later, because I can never be angry with someone longer than a few hours. Just dont do that again ok? It is annoyingly freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahhh I simply cannot wait for geog trip! It sounds like fun and I cant wait to see the fireflies haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really like this slash thingy to seperate my thoughts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am being extremely lame and hyper these days. I blame it on the milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOOTS MILO ROX!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like I said, Im on the milo rush...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I vant to shuck your blood. ( transylvanien vampire accents are sexy.... haha )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can be soooo randomn, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4559477553965306248?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4559477553965306248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4559477553965306248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4559477553965306248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4559477553965306248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/before-geog-trip.html' title='before geog trip'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-707401439228602616</id><published>2007-05-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:19:01.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morbidness</title><content type='html'>I am not your average lover.&lt;br /&gt;My bleeding heart will hold your head underwater,&lt;br /&gt;until you say yes&lt;br /&gt;or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha what a morbid poem. I found that strangely nice. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We used to love poems like this together, practicing them, reciting them. What happened? . Things got downhill after yawp. And now, finally life is looking better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I am into all things emo again, perhaps I will go out on the streets wearing dark kohl and black fishnet stockings. Haha, that will make me look more ridiculous than ever. As it is, I am ridiculous enough.  Emo songs are nice. Who wants to be emo with me? I want an emo buddy haha. Venom is nice, he is cool and everything im not and emo too. Sarsu feels sad.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Do you know me? Do you care? Or are you just another one of those pretenders?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you something. Not because I dont trust you, but because my personality is such that I cannot tell others of something talked about between me and another. I am too secretive. I take secrets to the grave, even randomn ones told to me ages ago. Perhaps I should change that. I should learn to trust people more.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I got contacts today. They feel nice, cant wait to wear them to school. My eyes adjusted to them pretty easily yay! I shall post about open house tomorrow, am just not in the mood to do it now. But I shall also post pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I like using the slashes to seperate my thoughts. I feel wierd today. and emo. I wanna talk to ______ but ______ is not online and has stupidly gone off to india, leaving me behind. Come back you.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldnt do the rs proposal on time and to the best of my ability. I will send it to you tomorrow night, 8pm. I promise. I couldnt do it as I had way too many things on my mind, It will not happen again...&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Checking horoscopes is fun. You learn a lot about yourself reading on them. Im aquarius and air sign and fixed negative or something haha. Im going to type something in kannada, something I have never done before here. Perhaps only lava will be able to understand this. and that too only partly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ieevatu naanu kumbh rashi oar indu jaati matching norede. adrally haakitu that kumbh raashi kumbh raashi jatege tumha chanage match agate aadere salpa distant aage irtare. naanu idu norade that navoo kumbh raashi oar tumba popular, mate compassionate irtare aadre distant agoo irbodhu. oohnu kumbh raashi, nan tarah. match agata? timeag sariagi gotagete i guess. Nanage tumha dukha aaeitoo ivatu. Yaakendere naanu oannun kandere tumba ishta padtini aadre ohnu nanan kandere ishta padala. Ohnu in yaar kandere ishta. aadeke nanage ishtu dukha mate bejar aagtaade. Ohnu nannana hudgi tarah alla but sneha tarah noru taadene. Nanag id ansete that ohnu nan kandere ishta padala. Nan tumha dukhde ideeni. HELP. naanu bhagavana dalu nambuke nilse bute. waapas nambhana anta ankondidini. neen nannan idrili help marde tya? please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;This post probably did not make any sense at all. But I dont care, I wanted to clear my thoughts. To think. And it helped. Perhaps for once, I will go to sleep, peacefully. Good night world. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sweet dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love all of you. Especially didi :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy and sad, at the same time. You're mysterious and aloof, yet so much like me. Haha we are similar. Or are we not? Only time can tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am suddenly becoming all poetic. Emoness = write more. haha I write emo poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a strange thing. It comes and goes. Unpredictable. Like a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tarararara, tararampum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-707401439228602616?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/707401439228602616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=707401439228602616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/707401439228602616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/707401439228602616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/morbidness.html' title='morbidness'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-9164921488062098200</id><published>2007-05-25T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:15:31.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superficial, fallacious arguements...</title><content type='html'>The past few days were, terrible. and crazy. WTH they were fucking crazy. It was a whirlwind of emotions. I felt happy, sad, angry and disappointment. All at the same time. And of course I felt confused. Very confused. I dont know what to do right now. Everything seems so jumbled up. I want to tell someone, but I cant, It is too hurtful. Too secretive.&lt;br /&gt;So that would mean I have to go through this myself. It would me against everything else. I must be strong, and not break down...I must learn to keep that trust and keep everyone around me together, I hope they are all ok... I will be strong. What happened today should not happen again.  We should learn to get along, and keep that closeness, and that bond.  We should learn to trust each other and sooner or later we will. We will try our best to get along, and try and try till it finally works out. &lt;br /&gt;And whatever happens, we will not give up. And that is the kind of (brothers)sisters we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last emo post, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;I will stop swearing too, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to cry, but the tears wont come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They have all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can describe how this heart feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-9164921488062098200?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/9164921488062098200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=9164921488062098200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/9164921488062098200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/9164921488062098200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/superficial-fallacious-arguements.html' title='superficial, fallacious arguements...'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1623826219095774562</id><published>2007-05-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:54:12.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna laugh so much...</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA. Basicly, that was today. An EXTREMELY amusing, funning and HILARIOUS day. ( I know they are synonyms, I used them to emphasize. )   The funnyness began during maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms HA places somthing in the OHP for us to see and asks us to guess what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomn person: OMG THAT LOOKS LIKE AZIRA!&lt;br /&gt;randomn person:  OMG YAH, THE HAIR AND EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;Azira: HEY IM FAMOUS! WHEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ms HA: * nodding continuosly, as usual* , Girls this Ms Rene Cartesian, he invented the cartesian plane in 1632.&lt;br /&gt;Azira: WAAAHH, Im so old.&lt;br /&gt;Class: * stares at azira and breaks down to hysterical laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: WHAT HAPPENED???Eh tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so basicly that was maths.  Next blog was recess. For most part of this, I will blog in hindi, to protect the privacy of some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अच्छा तो मैं नीचे गयी और देखा कि हमारे( सेक दो और तीन ) कि टेबल पर सरे सेक एक वाले एक विषय पर वाद विवाद कर रहे ते. यह देखकर, हम सब ज़ोर ज़ोर से हसन लगे... लोल।  रेसस्स की बीच मैं रिया ने मुझे कुछ बतायी जिसकी वजह से हंगामा मच गयी। और सबसे हसन वाली बात यह थी की सेक एक हमारी बात को समाज  नहीं पायी और बहोत सरे सवाल कर रहे थे। इसके लिए, मैं हिंदी मैं यह बोलने लगा कि " हम बहोत बडे तारे के बारे मैं बात कर रहे हैं जो सच मैं बहोत छोत्ता हैं"। हाहा। इसके बाद हम सब को जान पड़ा और हम अपनी अपनी कक्षा में वापस लॉट गए।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im done with the hindi, I shall now continue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was terrible, my clay modal came apart, which meant I had to rebuild everything all over again. GAH. I was so damn pissed at it and the teacher, who kept picking on me, I just couldnt rebuild anything properly. In the end, I just tore the entire thing down and made a handphone holder. Had to borrow a tie for assembly as I lost mine previously... Borrowed from ria, who had very nicely placed it in my class tray for me. Yeh thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was the usual, something about swimming safety, didnt really listen to all of it. Was far too engrossed in Never Let me go, by Kazuo Ishigaro... I ponned german today, simply because I felt like it and also because there was nothing important happening today except the same old hitler movie. All over again. So, I printed out the proposal in the library and slacked around until ICS finished their photo shoot, which took a LONG time.  Went home with Ria, Lava and Stutti and talked randomn stuff, laughed, randomn stuff and more laughter.... HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;On the way in CCK,  Lava felt randomn Bangladeshi workers were stalking her and only after pointing out that we were in a crowded mall full of shoppers did she stop.  Reached home at 5.30 and slacked around... Watched SO YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN DANCE and AMERICAN IDOL reruns as well a Deal or no Deal. Which I found to be extremely stupid.  Ahh, laughed a lot today, but sadly for reasons that cannot be mentioned in a public blog, so I shall keep you all in suspense. MUAHAHAHAHA.  Well, shall go to sleep early for once after printing out a history essay and other, randomn stuff.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;OH THE WORLD IS CRUEL. I WANNA GO TO JAPAN IN JUNE BUT BECAUSE OF YOU, I CANT. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LIKE THIS??? UGH.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today my brother disappeared until 8.30 in the night. He told us he would be back by 7. He had us soso worried. But later it turned out he was just in a friends house. Stupid Child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, today was adventurous. And extremely hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1623826219095774562?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1623826219095774562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1623826219095774562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1623826219095774562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1623826219095774562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wanna-laugh-so-much.html' title='I wanna laugh so much...'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-7976024035406222659</id><published>2007-05-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:24:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAWP and lit marks.</title><content type='html'>Today was not productive at all.  We had Hindi, first block, and as everyone else was at home sick, me and maithili slacked around and did our ws. It was either that or the hindi txt book. Hindi is getting extremely annoying now. I am doing much worse than I used to last year. I did terribly for compo.  I think I should start putting in more time into my hindi hw to do better... I hate it when I do so badly. I really do, even if its hindi.  After hindi we had bio, which as usual was fun. We tried to cross breed tomatoes how cool! but I miss the heart though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bio we had history, which never fails to excite me. It was studious but really really fun learning about WWII...  After recess we had lit, which meant another free block and our class happily watched bride and prejudice. As the subtitles werenot working, I had to act as tanslator and IT REALLY ISNT EASY TRANSLATING WORDS LIKE SONIYE, KUDIYE AND LAUNDA...  Haha, I think they were all appalled by the bollywoodness of that movie.  Lit ended and we all happily went for CLE, 20min late and played a randomn game in the koi pond. Something called traffic Jam. I am too lazy to explain the rules here so haha, all of you readers will not know how to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS was terrible, I just realised how much behind time we actually are and how much more we need to work on our proposal. We siriusly have a lot of rs-ing to do during the june holidays. whopee.  LD was the usual. We were rehearsing YAWP late into the evening. I returned home at 8.00 today. Now as Im bored right now, I will tabulise my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why life is rockier than Ben and Jerrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My lit marks are atrocious. I still cannot believe I got so low.&lt;br /&gt;2) Maths  is making my hair get greyer and greyer each day.&lt;br /&gt;3) RS proposal has to be handed in by Friday. GUESS WHOS SUPPOSED TO DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;4) I.am.going.to.die.for.open.house.&lt;br /&gt;5) YAWP.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I have completely failed myself. I was terrible today. I just wasnt drama enough for that role.  Still wondering how I got into this CCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My LD yearbook picture has me with a green boa around my neck and two pimples.&lt;br /&gt;7) German, To quit or not to quit.&lt;br /&gt;8) Randomn guy who keeps puffing on cigarettes making me breathe smoke filled air each time I sit in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;9) My ear infection is getting worse and my ankle is still hurting. Worse still, my wrist hurts for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the no. 1 reason my life sucks right now is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused, irritable and so darn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, I still have manymany things to do before the cock crows. ( this is actually a pun since I am suppposed to analyse animal FARM right now lol.  Lame I know, but this is the best that you can expect from a girl surviving on 3hours of sleep a night.)  And I have yet to finish my __ __ ____ ___________.   How wonderful. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-7976024035406222659?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/7976024035406222659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=7976024035406222659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7976024035406222659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7976024035406222659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/yawp-and-lit-marks.html' title='YAWP and lit marks.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-6368963931389198950</id><published>2007-05-21T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:13:30.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>der undergang und hotel rwanda</title><content type='html'>I am suddenly beginning to find maths interesting. This is wierd, but I think I will go back to my normal stupor during maths period when we start graphs. OH HOW I HATE GRAPHS. I JUST CANNOT MAKE HEAD OR TAIL OF THE X AND Y AXIS. GAH. But nevertheless, SARSU IS PROUD OF HERSELF AS SARSU FINALLY MANAGED TO UNDERSTAND FRACTIONAL INDECES! WOOTS. Sarsu also completed and entire assignent and self practice. All by herself. YAY. After one hour of gruelling indices, graphs and more indices, we got changed and proceeded downwards, to the muddy worm infested tracks, for pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe was simply fantastic, mainly because there was no PE as it was raining and we all had to change for photo-taking. After walking from the courts to the class and back again, we decided that for once, PE was non-existent and went to the library to watch a video on basketball as we are doing the basketball module currently. We spent most of the time oooing and aaawwing at michael jordon fly through basketball courts, and eventually scoing baskets in the last 3 seconds of the game rather than, look at the way he travels with the ball, which no one noticed. Soon, the bell rang and we went down, me after borrowing a tie from a randomn sec 3, to have our fates imprinted. Or just our photos taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taking was loads of fun, especially watching 207 hold numerous posters of Mr LPL, infront of the man himself. HAHA, sometimes I feel our class should do wild crazy stuff like that too, to bond us evn more. not that we arent bonded. Photo taking ended late and took up most of our recess time, so we all had an extension of five minutes, and we as usual, cannot count so we strolled up to class 15 min later, with our Bio teacher behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had bio, which simply rocks with chromosomes, chromotins and Ms Yeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yeo: And so the prophase, metaphase BLAHBLAH...&lt;br /&gt;Class: sleeping&lt;br /&gt;* Ms yeo bangs hard on table and says*: WHAT ABOURRIT! I CANNOTS TEACH SUCH SLOW PEOPLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Class: wakes up and hurriedly begin to take notes&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yeo: Now, WHERRRR was I? ARRR U GUYS SO FARNIE, MAKE ME FORRRRRGET EVERRRRRRRYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yeo also pronounces Prophase as PROPRASE, making it sound like some kind of a prata. Anyway, We still do think you are a very good teacher Ms Yeo, as without you, we would never have been able to see the wonderful blood and internal cavities of a sheeps heart. And we would never have known the joy of adding gutteral sounds to all worrrrrds. Bio ended, in a rush as usual and mother tongue was the next block, which meant slacking, sleeping and laughing at randomn things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt have any english LESSON today, just like last week and the week before, and we continued to watch the Violent, suspiciously M18 film, Hotel Rwanda. It was sad watching all that violence take place, even in a movie , especially the scene by the river. How can people be so cruel I think. I mean they were killing orphans and children, and abusing them. For no reason other than difference in race. And to think it was all based in a true story. And sometimes, I wonder, if all this war and destruction going on is really worth it.... If the conflict is created by us, it is only logical that the conflict is also solved by us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall quit it here with the philosophy lessons and move onto german, which was both wonderful and not. It was terrible as I got back my german results, in which I. did. not. do. well. in. But the movie shown sort of took away my sadness. We watched Der Undergang, a movie about the downfall of Hitler, when he was failing in his attempts to retain germany and before he commited suicide. It was in the POV of Hitlers wife and secretary, and it was an NC16 movie, which meant that we dont get to see it anywhere else. BUT, as Frau Ostlund is a much capable and better teacher than HIM, she would never let us see anything we were not supposed to see. Anyway, Its not as if we mind.... Not that much. The movie was good, but at times it felt too political for me.... But other than that, it was fun watching the scenes when Hitler gets angry and starts sprouting randomn german swear words. We watched half the movie today, and we would be watching the rest next wednesday. Cant wait to hear the ending of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will take History next year, instead of lit. As we get to learn about WWII in Europe and also because I already got into __ for _______. Well, I just cant wait, but I really am scared I wont be able to cope. My bag is full of books, waiting to be read. I shall read them, one by one. Starting with Never Let me Go.... I just realised I am an extremely slow reader, I should read more and I shall, as I have time now.... Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally randomn but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a two fat red pimples on my forehead. They stand out, vividly, like two targets to fire at. Tomorrow is ELDS photo-taking. Perhaps I will say I have german measles and try to look sick, or maybe I will wear a scarf over my head, pretending to be a randomn gypsy. I hope it goes away by tomorrow... I do not want to look like a leprosy infested person in the yearbook... OH THE SHAME THE SHAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is to  nothing to do now, so lets all go to bed. It is time to go to bed anyway, orphans and brothers and sisters and all. Hah, I still qoute gertrude stein.... Cant wait for openhouse....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-6368963931389198950?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/6368963931389198950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=6368963931389198950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6368963931389198950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6368963931389198950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-suddenly-beginning-to-find-maths.html' title='der undergang und hotel rwanda'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-9113320689259053625</id><published>2007-05-20T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:22:28.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened today. Woke up late, around midday and happily went for guitar. Slacked around there a bit and watched  two randomn primary school kids get into a fight over who had the bigger guitar. HAHA it is fun watching them... Then went over to the library, borrowed a couple of books and stuff... Came home and slacked on the comp, talked to a few people,  and read the newspaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch spidey in the evening but sadly had to go out somewhere, some dance programme thingy which wasnt really so bad, but I would still PREFER SPIDEY.  Came home and sat in front of the comp again.  Am very pissed rite now because, I TOOK LOADS OF PICS BUT SOMEHOW THEY ARE NOT UPLOADING! GAH. THIS LAPTOP IS SCREWED.  *keyboard smash* fgfdhauoiefhekihfiauf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO as I am very very bored and do not wish to go do lit fa now, I will post a bunch of qoutes from today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava:  Ahhh am cleaning my room right now, hopefully this will put me in moms good books...&lt;br /&gt;* at this point of time she finds a cockroach and begans to scream*&lt;br /&gt;Lava: TATA! HELP ME GET RID OF THIS COCKROACH!! ITS COMING NEAR ME! PUT IT AWAY! WAIT LET ME SWEEP IT! EEK! THATS GROSS! AHHH! OK THROW IT OUT NOW!! QUICKLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ria: ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I have a total of 107 posters in my room&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Cool go get one more and u can start meditating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  The walls of my room are yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Lava and Ria: WTH GO CLEAN THEM.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAIT I MEANT THEY ARE PAINTED YELLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last one, by ria on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ria: My brother from another mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA so thats it people, randomn post by me here, GTG do lit fa and math assign now... OH STUPID STUPID HOMEWORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its been 2 years, but feels like yesterday.... I miss you guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-9113320689259053625?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/9113320689259053625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=9113320689259053625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/9113320689259053625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/9113320689259053625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-3399531603273544670</id><published>2007-05-19T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:02:10.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing concert</title><content type='html'>Ah today started off terribly as I  nearly broke my neck running this morning gah. Was running in the stadium, for the fun of it, and  I tripped over a stupid branch in the park, and ended up with a twisted ankle and a crick in my neck. How wonderful.  Now i  wont be able to turn my neck properly for  two days... Im going to look damn wierd when I sing today, with a stupid bandage in my ankle. A wierdo wearing a salwar kameez and a bandage. What a pleasant sight. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the randomn mutterings, I just feel very very bored today. Thats the bad thing about the afterexam period. You have nothing to do but msn, blog and hang out. Sadly no ones online now, gah. SOMEBODY RESCUE ME FROM FROM THIS IMMENSE BOREDOM NOW BEFORE I GO CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as there is nothing else to do, I will do a quiz. Or maybe quizeS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate With Your Body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/body.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This isn't as bad as it sounds, it just means that you're a "touchy-feely" person.You need a lot of affection in your life. And for you, this means both giving and receiving little touches.Warm hearted, you bond with people easily. In fact, you often feel a little sad when you're not in the company of others.A little moody, you tend to be controlled by your emotions. But a big hug always comforts you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do You Communicate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY *hugs* !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Experienced 40% of Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchlifeexperiencedoyouhavequiz/life-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the life experience of someone in their early 20s.You've seen some of what life has to offer - but you have a long ways to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchlifeexperiencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much Life Experience Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA IM MATURE. WHAT A BIG JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Mostly Have Your Emotions in Check&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/canyoukeepyouremotionsincheckquiz/emotions-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes your emotions get out of control, but you usually are a pretty stable person.You can find a lot to be happy about, as long as things are going your way.But if a few bad things happen to you, you tend to go in a bit of a downward spiral.Luckily, you usually come out of it okay and no worse for the wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Can'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/canyoukeepyouremotionsincheckquiz/"&gt;Can&lt;/a&gt; You Keep Your Emotions in Check?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is true, I do get out of control sometimes but come back on track soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Queen (or King)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/drama.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the oscar goes to... you!You're all about overreacting and just plain acting.You see the world as your stage, and give a great performance.&lt;br /&gt;And while you're friends may find you entertaining at times...Everyone's secretly hoping that you'll just chill a little.(But they'd never tell you - they fear your wrath!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Are'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OOPS... THATS ME, A DRAMAQUEEN Hate the picture of the girl though, she looks wierd and anorexic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Melancholic Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is somewhat true, But I am VERYVERY extroverted sometimes too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am watching ZeeCine awards 2007 again as I  didnt watch the entire thing last time..  sigh, wish I had gone for it in Genting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats it for now, cant be bothered to post anymore quizzes today. Shall post more tomorrow then. AHHH I LOVE THESE LITTLE QUIZZES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am currently suffering from stagefright, what If I forgot all the lyrics, or my throat stalls??AHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-3399531603273544670?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/3399531603273544670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=3399531603273544670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3399531603273544670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3399531603273544670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/singing-concert.html' title='singing concert'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-1731193022602478466</id><published>2007-05-18T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:54:51.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>Today was terrible and great at the same time... Started off terrible, with art in the morning and everyone knows how GREAT art is. So basicly we were doing clay modelling, AND I JUST COULD NOT GET THE STUPID CLAY TO STICK TOGETHER!!!! I wanted to make a tealight holder and in the end all I had was something looking like a cross between an ashtray and a pen holder. Gah. I feel proud though, that finally I managed to understand, INDICES! I even finished the assignment she gave today. WHOOTS. Had hindi photo-taking too, aagh I probably looked terrible in it, sadly it didnt last long, like last year ( We missed a whole physics block whoots. ) and I only missed 10min of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later was book day competiotions, and yay! 108 with jane eyre and 209 with Spiked! won 1st prize. Cant think of the classes but I really liked the one which did animal farm and 205's Boy proof, Tiff you were simply great as EGG :D. Well bookday lasted really long and shot past our assemble time by 3omin sadly... Well all I got to say about book day is that Ashima you made a really BLOODY dracula, and steff really loved your cloak as mina harker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWL, then had lunch with ria,stuts,wala,anju,lava,tisha,srru and a whole other bunch of people who were taking their napfa 2.4 that day. Just got to say this, WELL DONE PEOPLE FOR NAPFA WHEE! YOU GUYS RAN GREAT! hahaz.... am tired too, I ended up running twice, with ria and wala and also took down the timing for two people... After that we all went over to the tamil room to cool down in the aircon phew. Spent the time randomnly drawing wierd pics on the board hahaz... Then BRAINWAVE, we go to fareast and spend 1 1/2 in KFC eating cheesefries and talking randomn things... Haha and I had this sudden urge to talk only in hindi and started sprouting fluent hindi from my mouth ( I really dont know where that comes from lol ) and only ria and stutti could understand it fully... Sorry lava and srru, shall tell you later in school on mon. We all happily went home on the MRT, the lobg yishun way and spent the entire time just talking and talking and singing lols... Me and ria got off at CCK, sadly lava didnt come and I too 188 home happily :D Reached home late, was supposed to reach at 3 today oops. Gah I still havent done my stupid geog islands essay thing. Shall do it overnight, after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAA I am so incredibly stressed out man, tomorrow I have to go for this singing concert and with my extremely squeaky, phlegmy voice, I dont know how Im going to sing properly... GAH maybe I shouldnt have eaten cheesefries and drank coke today. Just hope that the miraculous power of lemon honey strepsils works... Oh well, basicly this is what happened today and since Im very bored right now, I shall post NUMB lyrics and the song, OMG just love that song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Numb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I knowI may end up failing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seems like the whole world is numb and confused these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-1731193022602478466?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/1731193022602478466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=1731193022602478466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1731193022602478466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/1731193022602478466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4195983217343255076</id><published>2007-05-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:09:30.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomn post</title><content type='html'>Today was FUN! Whee, my favourite subjects were there and plus I wasnt feeling that confused anymore! Thanks a lot, ( you know who you are ), You made my day and really helped me get over my dilemma.... Since I feel so high all of a sudden, I shall post QUIZZES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Interpersonal Intelligence Score: 77%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoesyourinterpersonalintelligenceratequiz/intelligence-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Interpersonal Intelligence is High&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a "people person." You enjoy spending time with others.You instinctively understand people, and you are both a good counsellor and mediator.However, there are definitely times when you've had enough. And that's when you cherish being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Interpersonal Intelligence Rate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sounds a lot like me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 83% Creative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/creative-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an incredibly creative person. For you, there are no bounds or limits to your creativity.Your next creation could be something very great... Or at least very cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Creative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe half of what this says is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Pretty Good Liar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/liar-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your lies are somewhat believable, but sometimes you get caught.Work on keeping your body language and emotions calm. And you'll be a better liar in no time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thats me the incredibly great liar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Gender is Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnergenderquiz/male.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are rational, matter of fact, and quite dominant.You like to get things done, without any emotional messiness.You truly don't understand most women. And you definitely feel more comfortable around men.No doubt about it. You're a guy - at least on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnergenderquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Inner Gender?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IM NOT A GUY!!! And I find this incredibly unbelievable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Color is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnercolorquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Personality: Your natural warmth and intuition nurtures those around you. You are accepting and always follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You in Love: Relationships are your top priority, and this includes love. You are most happy when you are serious with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Your Career: You need to help others in your job to feel satistifed. You would be a great nurse, psychologist, or counselor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnercolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Inner Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is sorta true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/beautiful/index.jsp?testname=beautifulogt&amp;resultid=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/beautiful/images/natural_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You're a Natural Beauty&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/beautiful/index.jsp?testname=beautifulogt&amp;resultid=E" target="_blank"&gt;What Makes You Beautiful?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and natural beauty are far apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/celebsmile/index.jsp?testname=celebsmileogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/celebsmile/images/drew_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Your celebrity smile style is Innocent Like Drew&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/celebsmile/index.jsp?testname=celebsmileogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Celebrity Smile Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gringrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/realbeauty/index.jsp?testname=realbeautyogt&amp;resultid=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/realbeauty/images/humor_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Your Sense of Humor makes you a real beauty&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/realbeauty/index.jsp?testname=realbeautyogt&amp;resultid=A" target="_blank"&gt;What Makes You a Real Beauty?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well Im done now, Cant be bothered to do anymore quizes.... Huh, Life pretty cool now, still confused but not so much :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4195983217343255076?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4195983217343255076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4195983217343255076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4195983217343255076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4195983217343255076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/randomn-post.html' title='randomn post'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-3297310922038636507</id><published>2007-05-16T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:55:48.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><title type='text'>MYA results</title><content type='html'>This paragraph is just for the nosy golddiggers after my GPA.&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOUR INFO YOU ASSHOLES&lt;br /&gt;geog was great, History ok, Maths terrible and English atrocious. OK? HAPPY? NO MORE WHAT DID YOU GET EVEN AFTER I GIVE YOU THE LOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Had to let that out, I am very depressed right now. For reasons even I cannot figure out. Ah, the wierdness of me... Things just keep piling on and on, I lost all time for myself, to just think... I think I will quit german very soon, I am not able to cope with it anymore, It is way to stressful. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, its not like anyone would care what I do with my life. Oh wait, some do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah I hope I do well in the paper, I really want a 4.0 this time.... I am excited for the geog trip, I cant wait for it! Whoo it will be so damn fun in MALAYSIA doing geogy stuff. Im suddenly beginning to like geog. Perhaps I will take it as one of my subject combinations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I really that small. I feel small. And wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And Im not afraid to admit, I cried today, for no apparent reason. AHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting better at hiding my feelings, I put up a facade in front of the whole world. It is for the best of the people around me. I dont open up much nowadays, maybe I should. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I am scared of the consequences. I dont want a repeat of last year. I really am trying to forget that. Maybe Im just a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is LD tomorrow, It is one thing Im really looking forward to. I hope mid-year performance goes well. It is the first time I really am going to be performing in front of an audience other than for YAWP. This will have more people. I am scared, not because of stage fright, but because of how bad and lifeless I will look next to the other dramaqueens. I have not talent whatsoever. I am just a wallflower, one who sits there and just does nothing. Maybe I should do something about it. Perhaps I will, tomorrow, I will try, really and genuinely and give 110%. Hopefully things get better.... They already are starting to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming so emo and depressed, its scary. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and its not even funny anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ask no questions and I shall tell you no lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-3297310922038636507?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/3297310922038636507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=3297310922038636507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3297310922038636507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/3297310922038636507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/mya-results.html' title='MYA results'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-8436731799806677650</id><published>2007-05-15T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:19:03.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age and change....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>I have changed my mind once again and I have decided to make my blog public again mainly because I find it tiresome to log in everytime I want to read my blog.  And  anyway it dosent matter whether or not I make it private since no one even reads my blog. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its not like anyone would care if I even deleted my blog and shut myself once again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to numerous people and thinking, I have decided that&lt;br /&gt;- I am stupid and should stop taking things not pertaining to me too seriously. ( I am way too compassionate. Also known as stupidity )&lt;br /&gt;- I have decided to take certain things pertaining to me more seriously.&lt;br /&gt;- I will try to shove off those wierd, mean feelings off my head.&lt;br /&gt;- I am not a loser and therefore I should stop thinking myself as one.&lt;br /&gt;- I am loved, not by everyone but by a certain group of people whom I trust and that is all I need. ( ie. no more loner)&lt;br /&gt;- I will not do stupid things like what happened last year, an incident I want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;- I will not let the mean people in my life control me.&lt;br /&gt;- I will stop bottling up my frustration and let it out before it gets too much.&lt;br /&gt;- I will space out my problems and stop worrying so much about people, even if Im mayonaisse.&lt;br /&gt;- I am going to give time to myself too and not put the entire worlds problems onto my head.&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be a better, more fulfilled person in life.&lt;br /&gt;Well Im done with it. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very scared for tomorrow. I am going to get my MYA results and take my german test of 25%. I am sad. I know I did badly for math. But hopefully History and Geog will help. hopefully.  I hate german nowadays, I think I shall quit after this test so that even if I did badly it wont be counted for my GPA. My GPA is already as bad as it is. For some reason, I feel so tired nowadays, even more than I used to be last year. And I find it hard to cope up with my work. But I do feel proud of myself too, I am faring better this year than last year.  Maybe its just the general feeling of getting older, even if it is by one year.  sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had LD, learnt that we are going to be performing YAWP! again during openhouse which is 10 days later।  We can barely remember our lines and we are going to be performing in front of hundreds of little p6 kids. Repeatedly. Oh scheisse.  Spent most of the time playing games, though we did go through once. No one had the script sadly, so it was mostly based on memory.  lekin yeh to possible hain ki agar ham YAWP! ke 3 din pehle rehaerse karke nation-wide competition main 3rd or best poem ki prize mil sakti hain, to hum zaroor ek seedhasadha performance 26th may ko de sakte hain.  Well, hope the grammar was right.  I really do love poetry, especially performance poetry. hah Im different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the insanity the insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am soo going to die for deutsch. I have not studied a thing. not yet. And I have math assignment as well. I can feel myself slipping. faster and faster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-8436731799806677650?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/8436731799806677650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=8436731799806677650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8436731799806677650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/8436731799806677650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4114823604122207323</id><published>2007-05-15T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:03:58.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still confused. wait scratch that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im very confused.'/><title type='text'>risks,risks and more risks....</title><content type='html'>Well today I broke a lot of rules. Not just school rules or library rules or whatever rules. I also broke my own rules. My own bloody rules.  These days I have no idea but I am becoming more rebellious. I do wierd stuff, I swear, a lot, I lie, I cheat people and I feel so mean inside. Even though I might look the same to the outer world, inside I feel so damn stupid. really. Like last year, I was different, I was innocent. I was gullible, in short, I was still a kid.  Somehow,  something happened this year, something that made me come out of that shell, and changed me. And not just me but the life of others, friends and family. And the worst part is that I seriously do not know why I feel a certain way. Like I feel so stupid when I unknowingly say something and everyone takes it seriously. And I also feel stupid when I meant something and they dont.  But for the most part, I feel so annoyed at my own inability to express my feelings or to just know why or how it happened.  I feel so irritated by these moodswings and wierd feelings. I want to just lead my life normally as normally as possible when your a teen and just live. I hope people will understand and get the point that hey, I might be mayonaisse but that dosent mean everyone tells me their problems and expects me to make things all right. Give me some breathing space wont you? I know you have problems and stuff but Im not the garbage dump where you dump all your itsy-bitsy worries and expect me to make things all right. Please. I hope you guys understand that I have bigger things to worry about. Thanks, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when we met, didnt go well.  You shouted and screamed at me once again. I hope you do understand that what your doing is wrong and that you shouldnt act like that about it. Also, you should understand your responsibilities. Think about the others, how would they feel? She was really hurt  because of the way you acted today.  Just stop acting like that and putting up a farce. Siriusly, I am doing this for your sake after all. Dont get mad at me. Please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah the frustrations overwhelm me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4114823604122207323?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4114823604122207323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4114823604122207323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4114823604122207323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4114823604122207323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/risksrisks-and-more-risks_15.html' title='risks,risks and more risks....'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5497797972844680393</id><published>2007-05-14T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:01:34.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>Have been thinking about loads of stuff lately, like general feelings... I just dont know if what Im doing is right. Like all sorts of randomn people, ones who I dont even know, come and ask me stuff like advice and all that, and I just dont know what to say. Maybe people think Im like mayonaisse, the kind who can piece up together a broken sandwich. But they dont realise that if they keep piling stuff onto my head, there will eventually be a breaking point for me as well. As in I do try to listen, as much as I can, and try my best to offer advice. But what I hate the most is when people dont listen to that advice and dont take the help that has been given to them. That really pisses me off. Like a lot.  And I am extremely confused, like sometimes, people think Im some kind of Dalai lama, when Im not. Im just plain and simple sarsu. And I would like it to be that way.  I also think maybe, I am trying to hard, that maybe I should just be normal and myself, rather than go  overboard, to get noticed. Or maybe just heard.  Well, I guess these feelings are way tooo wierd, I have never felt this way before. Huh, blame it on hormones or george or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder If people would ever like me. I am just so damn confused. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and stupid&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million, you made my day :D &lt;br /&gt;Am I really that deprived?? Gah Im becoming like egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was a very stupid one on me trying to be emo even though I am not.  I am just a bit confused as I always am on trying to figure out the wierd behavior of certain people in my life. Maybe, I never will be able to, and that is what I fear the most. For the most, I am happy and still basking in the extreme cuteness of saif ali khan. Gah I am boycrazy....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i never thought I was that kind of a person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5497797972844680393?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5497797972844680393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5497797972844680393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5497797972844680393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5497797972844680393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-4507284641981185620</id><published>2007-05-14T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:11:43.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>I am going to make this blog private. So drop a tag if you want to be added to my friends list. You see, I am doing this not because I am emo or antisocial, but because I simply do not want strangers and especially, the parental units, to read my blog.  Now dont complain, I might decide to make it public again, sometime in the next century.  But anyway, if you do want to continue reading my posts, than just tell me or tag. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if not a single person tags, I am going to assume that not a single person reads this blog. And that will result in the deleting of this blog, for there is simply no point in blogging, and hoping someone tags all the while knowing that no one does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-4507284641981185620?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/4507284641981185620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=4507284641981185620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4507284641981185620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/4507284641981185620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/confusion.html' title='confusion'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-5827574080300513530</id><published>2007-05-14T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:41:56.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFS0t_SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KzLJBye0dM4/s1600-h/TaraRumPumt05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064379235790880034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFS0t_SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KzLJBye0dM4/s320/TaraRumPumt05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFi0t_TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GpP2BvZk9jA/s1600-h/TaraRumPumt14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064379240085847346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFi0t_TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GpP2BvZk9jA/s320/TaraRumPumt14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFi0t_UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dM1LWfkZkq0/s1600-h/TaraRumPumt25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064379240085847362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFi0t_UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dM1LWfkZkq0/s320/TaraRumPumt25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFi0t_VI/AAAAAAAAABE/V1Yn_hR1GRY/s1600-h/TaraRumPumt27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064379240085847378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFi0t_VI/AAAAAAAAABE/V1Yn_hR1GRY/s320/TaraRumPumt27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am heren to fangirl about tararumpum.... even though it is the school comp and&lt;br /&gt;as it is english block right now, which is a free block, we are not allowed to use the comp. but gah! my concious pricks me but for once I shall ignore it, simply because I am too much in love with a movie to care. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basicly, the entire movie was cool because of SAIF and only SAIF! Omg saif is siriusly so damn cute man... * sars is lost in a moment of insanity for a guy she can only see in the silverscreen* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok and the rest of the movie was nice too! Just didnt like rani's costume and hairstyle at the beginning... She looked wierdly bimbo, dosent suit her the way it suits someone like preity zinta or something. But later when she went back to her normal costume, the pants and straight hair, she looked nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the songs simply rocked! and of course, the car scenes... But it was kind of sad in the end when, the rusty guy gets killed event though it was like for revenge and stuff, lekin mujhe yeh lagta hain ki revenge ke liye kisi aadmi ko mar dalna bahooth extreme hain. lekin movies movies hi to hote hain... Anyway, now I shall post some songs and pics the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH I JUST CANNOT MAKE THE PICS GO DOWN!!!  भाड़ मैं जाओ स्तुपिद ब्लॉगर.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well am I not boy or in this case, filmstar crazy... surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="header" href="http://www.madmasti.com/movie1024.php?id=537"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="header" href="http://www.madmasti.com/movie1024.php?id=537"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="header" href="http://www.madmasti.com/movie1024.php?id=537"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-5827574080300513530?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/5827574080300513530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=5827574080300513530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5827574080300513530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/5827574080300513530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-heren-to-fangirl-about-tararumpum.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RkhKFS0t_SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KzLJBye0dM4/s72-c/TaraRumPumt05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2019103388766714293</id><published>2007-05-06T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:32:37.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOPEE!  without realising it, I already have 50 posts on my blog. GAH stupissarsstupidsars.  Well it is EOI week and I am happily slacking here with indices and geog and philo revision still pending. Oh how i HATE indices. Like we are total opposites, like ketchup and grape jelly. BAH.  You know its been more than a month since I posted thanks to stuff like EOIs, SYF and stupid school stuff. GAh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am still irritated by the judges descision for SYF, even though there was absolutely no &lt;strong&gt;silver &lt;/strong&gt;of hope for us to win GWH.  But we all did our best, and thats what matters, not a stack of rubrics on the table of a reputed dramatair from london. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to compensate, I shall post a quiz, you know the true friends test one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* desperately tries to figure out complex mechanism on how to login and fails.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts, maybe I really should go back to indices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आज मैंने यह decide की कि में कल से सिर्फ हिंदी में ब्लोग करूंगी ताकी मेरी हिंदी इम्प्रोवे हो सके। मुझे यह तो पता नहीं की में कैसे यह करूंगी लेकिन, I will somehow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. stupidstupidme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2019103388766714293?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2019103388766714293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2019103388766714293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2019103388766714293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2019103388766714293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/05/since-i-do-not-blog-much-and-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-2969574508251578618</id><published>2007-03-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:51:10.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week( ok its still thurs but fri dosent count cause theres only art. ) was simply, stressful. So I shall slowly update, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was horrible and horrible and more horrible. Got back math resultswhich werent very good. I JUST CANNOT UNDERSTAND BLOODY MATH! I mean like me and algebra are way apart, we broke off each other ages ago... GAH. From next term onwards, I shall study harder AND DO MY MATH ASSI. ON TIME. Even the one she gave on factorisation. the 50-question one. After that we had lit which was relatively easy HOWEVER SINCE SOME FREAKINGLY IRRITATING PEOPLE LEAKED OUT THE FREAKING ANSWERS, THE WHOLE BLOODY LEVEl HAS TO TAKE THE TEST ALL OVER AGAIN. gahgahgahgahgah. I just cannot understand what is wrong with those people. I mean what is wrong with their minds and what gains to do get if they tell the answers to their friends from different classes. Sometimes people can seriously be extremely stupid. Then we had SYF rehearsal at HCI whic lasted until 9pm making me nod off in class the next morning but nevertheless, it was still fun. ( Although Whenever you are with someone from LD, the occasion tends to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say except that RS was very interesting that day. Yes you heard me right. It was interesting. All the others were either doodling or nodding off but we two were really really interested in what the guy was saying. sort of. I mean I could not resist since he was talking about PSYCHOLOGY. I really like psychology right now. Gah I absolutely cannot decide what to do later in my life. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE OF AMBITION. GAHGAHGAH. And everythings going upsidedown. Im suddenly starting to like phy,philo,math and RS and hate lit,his and geog. How wierd of me. bah. There was no LD so sadly had to take bus home with lava who slept throughout the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING BADMINTON WITH MELINDA IS SO FUN!!! I mean cause she is a pro and then its so fun trying to win against her. We took the badminton test again, not because we failed it the first time but because we wanted to play on the bigger court Then I finally went for deutsch. After missing 3 lessons. The classroom had changed and I couldnt find it at first so I had no choice but to look for frau Heng who is head of the german dept. Gah I just do not like frau Heng she IS SO BLOODY ANNOYING. I missed the class because of impt stuff and not because I didnt want to go or anything. BUT as USUAL she has to make a comment on every single thing in this world. JUST KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT WHILE SHE INSULTED ME. the stubid bitch. Anyway, I have a new teacher for german called herr nieser and yes, hes male. BAH I MISS frau ostlund! At least I could understand what she was saying. Everyone else in my class are smarty pants and are able to speak fluently in german. everyone except me. SHALL GO AND CHIONG DEUTSCH LIKE MAD THIS WEEKEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished waatching Bend it like beckham today! GOSH I LOVE THE MOVIE! And the coach guy is supersuper hot/cute! heres a pic before I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047370818522201938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RgvdBG-wP1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Lj6jcb3Ffzk/s320/JohnathonRhys-Meyers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISNT HE SO DAMN HOT!!! WHEEE!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok shall continue. stupid blogger has gone mad again, its strinking out everything I type. Loser.  Yes so I got back my geog today.  It isnt too bad but I guess I could have gotten higher..... annoying... but nevermind, I guess I shall do better next time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I HAVE FINISHED ALL I CAN TYPE SO SHALL GO SLEEP NOW! And ending off with this stupid cheer I made up for lava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIZARDS OF THE WORLD UNITE! WE MUST VOICE OUT FOR WE ARE THE SUPERIOR ONES!&lt;br /&gt;* all simultaniously drop tails *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA. Oh yah and in the KS CHEE female toilet there is a dead lizard taped to the wall. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-2969574508251578618?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/2969574508251578618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=2969574508251578618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2969574508251578618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/2969574508251578618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-week-ok-its-still-thurs-but-fri.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RgvdBG-wP1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Lj6jcb3Ffzk/s72-c/JohnathonRhys-Meyers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-6546396843094788095</id><published>2007-03-17T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:06:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuttis bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am back, after 3 days, yes but I am still back which is good. As promised, I shall now update about Stutti's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, I HAD FORGOTTEN THAT IT WAS STUTTI'S BIRTHDAY IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! So, I just was walking home by myself, when I met Ria and Stutti at the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: HEY ZOMG I THOUGHT YOU TAKE 190 FROM THE OTHER SIDE!&lt;br /&gt;stutti (sarastically) : You should speak louder&lt;br /&gt;me ( ignores stutti ) : we had the WORST aesthatics lesson ever today. We made green bean soup.&lt;br /&gt;* stutti and ria make gag sounds*&lt;br /&gt;me: Wanna try some? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and then from there, I realised that the reason they were going the other way was because RIA WAS TREATING STUTTI ICE-CREAM IN ORCHARD. * stupid sarsu stupiid sarsu. * So I decided to tag along. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so first we went to gelatissimo outside isetan and guess what, EACH MINUTE ICECREAM CUP WAS ONLY $7 EACH!!! CHEAP HUH? not. So we went inside isetan to th place up there where they have all kinds of fast food, macs,kfc,subway,TACOBELL, pastamania and randomn stuff u get the point... Yes so we took ONLY 30min to decide what we want. And all of us ended up buying from KFC and me the great took CHEESEFRIES but nothing happened. PHEW. Then we sat down to eat. Beside us randomn old ladies were eating lasagne from pastamania. Yes. Hilarious I know. There was also a sigh from tacobell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stutti ( points to sign ) : Wanna eat at tacobell?&lt;br /&gt;me: * collapses in a fit of laughter&lt;br /&gt;ria : * tries hard not to laugh but fails*&lt;br /&gt;stutti: wait what is wrong with the sign? It just says THINK OUTSIDE THE BUNS? * lightbulb * OH I get it! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we with our gluttonious craving for ice-cream, set off to tangs or whatever that other mall was to have icecream. ( WHICH IS MUCH CHEAPER THAN GELATISSIMO ) And us stupid baboons ALL TOOK CHOCOLATEY FLAVOURS. And we could'nt finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stutti: Hey can I try some of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: ITS THE SAME THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA. Damn Im bored..... so shall end off with a picture ( OF THE HOTTEST PERSON EVER TO WALK ON THE EARTH! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046620324553665362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RgkycnFJq1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/r89wr22qlhY/s320/saif1.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;              OMG HE IS CUTE!!!! SAIF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BYE BYE! SHALL BLOG NEXT TIME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-6546396843094788095?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/6546396843094788095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=6546396843094788095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6546396843094788095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/6546396843094788095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuttis-bdae.html' title='stuttis bdae'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__Sg_2D_EQVE/RgkycnFJq1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/r89wr22qlhY/s72-c/saif1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-7510899722013550552</id><published>2007-03-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:08:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAWP, founders day and SLI.</title><content type='html'>Havent been blogging for a while..... didnt feel like it so ok shall blog about randomn things, starting with YAWP. ( yes I know its late. Just dont rub it in. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off rather badly, with me missing the 154 bus and having to wait for 20 min for the next bus which left at 6.55. ( we had to be there by 7 and my wings were cut off by evil hunters. ) But upon reaching there ,at 7.20 mind you, discovered that only ashima and anni were there, with a missing 10 batchmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (hysterically) : sec ones!!!! Have you seen any of the sec twos????&lt;br /&gt;sarah and janne: You mean anni and ashima? 'cause their the only ones here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat there, beside the dustbins, waiting for them, and soon tiff, daphne and joey arrived whereupon we were hurriedly rushed into LT3 by a very tensed looking Karen. (the HCI one)&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there in the LT I calmly read the programme booklet with Joey while Ashima and Anni desperetly attempted to get Karen( rgs one ) on the phone. Finally, at 8pm, the french people arrived looking like earthquake victims with Karen in the lead. After quick hellos to Farah, we all went backstage as Kyung tae and steffi changed into their costumes and went back to watch the performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances, to put it simply, were INCREDIBLE. with a capital I. The guest performances were a bit wierd with the exception being the guy who read the milo van. Ng Yi Sheng's loud poem was a bit wierd, he forgot half his lines and was reciting it in a completely different rhythm altogether. You could see Alfian Sa'at bob his head along to the rhythm. The guy who did that wierd guitar head banging thing was even worse. By the time he ended, all of us had clasped hands over our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (when the guy started banging his head) : You know, I seriously think something is wrong with him. Should we call the ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Relax, he is just expressing himself through his music.&lt;br /&gt;- wierd guy starts to look as if having spasms-&lt;br /&gt;Karen: ok maybe we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one when Ng Yi Sheng was giving intro about his poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng Yi sheng: This poem was written before I lost my virginity, when I was in college&lt;br /&gt;Karen( shreiks): TOO MUCH INFORMATION!&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. ( complete with the hands over mouth thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school performances were, as we had seen them during the auditions, great. I especially loved the kitkat klubs costume, with their strong contrast between black and red. Although their essence and performance was not strong. The girl in the centre who acted as the cabaret singer, was exceptionally talented. She could ballet, sing and do a centre split. St nicks was lovely, with their tomyam martinis and school values duo. The ACS people were..... wierd. It was like a spoof which goes completely wrong. Plus the girl had the entire audience baffled as to her real sexual identity. We sec twos suspected her to really be a guy in drag or a really manly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HCI girl acting was really good but her enunciation could have been improved. I loved the way she used her props to show the different lifestyles of people i.e. adolescent, addict, workaholic and heiress. I really liked melo's group, they did something on Singapore you are not my country which was really brought about strongly. I especially loved the part where they showed the lifestyles of singaporeans, through pharases like next stop, Kembengan, doors closing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have just realised, I forgot to mention this, but WE WON THIRD PRIZE!!! Gosh we were'nt really expecting it considering that we only rehearsed for 4 days whereas others have been rehearsing for months. Nevertheless, we were very very happy. Karen also won best poem, tie-ing with the HCI girl performing individually who was in JC. Tomyam martini won 2nd and the clear winners, HCJC team with melo won 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fillers were hilarious, even better then the pink pingpong ball one that they performed during camp react. A poem about a black and raciasm was read out which brought about serious issues through humour. And I loved the randomn skit that they did, about the monkey god and here they called themselves, " chingchong china land " . AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the whole thing ended, Ms Santhi came over to give roses and much hugging was involved. Right on top of the stage. However, happy baboons as we were, we did'nt care. We all then walked down to the busstop singing happy songs and talking about the performances. I then went home on 156 which came at 11.55, resulting in a very sleepy me reaching home at 12.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was founders day which was generally ok except that we two-oh-ateins, being in direct view of the audience had to stand the whole time. And that we had to wear a tie. OH THE AGONY!!! However, Lava and Tisha were behind which resulted in better entertainment than the speeches made by randomn people.  Tiff and Wala emceed, and tiff looked like a cute primary 1 kid in her split ponytail. Both emceed brilliantly,  as usual and looked as cute as possible with big red hearts plastered onto their chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances, were rather short but I really liked all of them. Indian dance did a couple of dances, ranging from classical to retro ish. Their costumes were glittery but they wore too much makeup making them look rather nymph-like. Rhythmic Gym was very breezy with light swishes and tossing of rings. It was rather interesting when one of the girls popped out of the box in the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the cheerleaders dance and RICHARDSONS POMPOMS were love!  And they gave free baloons, but sadly being helium filled, they didnt last long.  However, they were indeed fun.  Old RGS choir people came back and sang a medley of songs, in a super professional way. How I wish we would do that too, instead of croaking reruns of "crash", "where is the love" and randomn songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people there were wearing gloves, which apparently symbolises "heart to heart" but in my opinion made them look like physicians. Well, to each its own I suppose.  At the end we all sang the birthday song and the cake was bought out, resulting in squels from particularly loud and hungry sec ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, it was a pretty ceremony but still not one I would waste my Saturday on, I guess even Raffles would'nt have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I update about SLI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what??? You thought this post was ending??? Im afraid not, I still have camp and swim carn to blog about. SO SUFFER!!! *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my update on SLI shall be very brief. Partly because I do not want to bore you guys and partly because I have forgotten everything. Yes, this is the price you pay when you do not blog for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formal part of SLI was as expected, boring. But as I was telling Abigail, anything beats being cooped up in the KS Chee with 450 other teenagers and a badly telecasted program.  We spent most of the formal part sleeping and waking up to cheer when randomn people we know come on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it got interesting as the informal segment started, with PSLs and Prefects doing their dances and skits. I loved the dance/skit thingy the house comm performed with Becky's Richard is not here today so im Richard's son. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheers were super fun and when the SLN started some randomn cheer none of us knew, the RI and RJ people started cheering even louder, which was so cool!!!!!!  Having a brother and Jc school is so much fun yay!!! At the end of it, I went home to mug up on my phyics journals which I have yet to finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaes... shall now publish this before going on to my next post which is basicly about stuts bdae, swim carn and march camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-7510899722013550552?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/7510899722013550552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=7510899722013550552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7510899722013550552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/7510899722013550552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/03/yawp-founders-day-and-sli.html' title='YAWP, founders day and SLI.'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-117198246564762892</id><published>2007-02-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:59:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vdae and CNY</title><content type='html'>This years V-day was really really cool except that my mortal didnt even write to me but since I didnt write to her I guess its ok. Anyway, Mrs Fahy left us and its sad cause I didnt even get her as a Bio teacher this year but instead got Bhangra Boy who is seriously such a loserafic and irritating and lousy teacher. He makes the subject(physics) even worse than it already is. And he dosent give us notes or anything. Gah. Anyway, Mrs Fahy was a great teacher last year, both CLE and bio and 109'06 will always miss her.  We held a party for her after school and mrs ho ordered pizza for usand we presented her with 109's speciality, scrapbook. And basicly we all anjoyed and stuff. RIa took 105 home with me because she is nice and think I am nice :) AND THE RIDE HOME WAS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. We talked about loads of stuff like hindi and songs and ash and RHD.( which I thought was 15th feb)  and yay! Love you ria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th we basicly had A LOT OF SHOCKS! One that we had to survive on nothing but BISCUITS for 5 hours and the other that the LD batch had to Go for YAWP which is poetry performance thing and PERFORM IN FRONT OF A CERTAIN PERSON BY FRIDAY! Siriusly, Ld is unpredictable, but its still kinda fun I guess... I mean we aall enjoyed ourselves at camp react and stuff. And the script IS DONE! THX TO WONDERFUL WONDERFUL KAREN!!! YAY I SHALL TREAT YOU ALL TO SUSHI TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK randomn... GAH I want to post more but feel extremely sleepy and I still Have that math assig and hindi compo and ws and formative to do so I shall leave now. But promise I will post tomorrow. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-117198246564762892?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/117198246564762892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=117198246564762892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/117198246564762892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/117198246564762892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/02/vdae-and-cny.html' title='vdae and CNY'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-117198235573516888</id><published>2007-02-20T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:39:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just realised I forgot to update about my birthday so I shall now. Even if it was on the 26th of Jan, a month ago. And along with that, I shall also update about things in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basicly, THIS YEARS BIRTHDAY ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!! THX TO ALL THE LOVELY WONDERFUL PEOPLE WHO MADE IT WONDERFUL!!!!! After that burst of adrenaline, I move on.  After school, me and Lava went to far east and cheese-fried and took 105 home together. YAY. I wore my new outfit which was a purple and white skirt and a white shirt, and white slipons( I looked slightly gypsy-ish, minus the wierd hairdo and palm-reading ) But nvm, its my b-dae after all haha. The cruise WAS DAMN HUGE AND HAD ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING YOU COULD WISH FOR!!! And it was called Superstar Virgo. So the 1st night, we watched this really amazing shaolin monk show thingy and had a great mughlai dinner at the taj and stuff. The second day we did swimming,jaccuziing, bingoing, and general checking out of the facilitiesing. And then we ate and ate and ate and I got fat.  Oh and the view from the deck was AMAZING. siriusly. GAH cant remember anything more fro here onwards so shall end off and blog about valentines day and CNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-117198235573516888?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/117198235573516888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=117198235573516888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/117198235573516888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/117198235573516888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-just-realised-i-forgot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-117007071938800030</id><published>2007-01-29T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:38:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weiqi</title><content type='html'>will miss you weiqi.... you and your bright happy smile, cheerful yellow tee-shirt and cute ponytail. I still remember the last few things you said during your last eutsch class... K"ase-cake... thats you... sweet little cake... I hope your in peace in the arms of the lord... rest in peace weiqi, rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_They say the good leave us early_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-117007071938800030?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/117007071938800030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=117007071938800030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/117007071938800030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/117007071938800030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/01/weiqi.html' title='weiqi'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-116928413551299620</id><published>2007-01-20T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:08:55.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>hey people  I just realised that i have not posted for ages so I shall. And yay I already broke my new year resolution which was to make a new year resolution and post it on my blog. So updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Im in 208 this year. It rox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) LD sec 1 auditions were held yesterday... SEC 1s THIS YEAR ARE DAMN CUTE U NOE!!! ESPECIALLY DHARINI SHE IS THE COOLEST SEC1 I NOE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my mortal hasnt written back to me... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Teachers rock! Im doing phy and philo 1st... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) yesterday... while shopping in orchard.... my STUPID SANDELS TORE! AND I HAD TO GO AROUND WITH A RUBBERBAND BORROWED FROM TOPSHOP AROUND MY FOOT THE WHOLE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) GAH HW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) RICHARD TEE ROX!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Im back to the old blogskin... loved it too much to give it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Deutsch's getting complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) SYF YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant think of anything else to say and inevitebly...im getting bored of blogging so u might not see me around these days people... Also... 26/01 hint hint... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-116928413551299620?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/116928413551299620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=116928413551299620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116928413551299620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116928413551299620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2007/01/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-116635148206803624</id><published>2006-12-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:31:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello honourable people! As I havent posted for quite a while.... I shall post twice today.... or maybe even thrice! :) Oh yah and shall update numerically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. INDIA MIGHT ACTUALLY WIN THIS TEST SERIES!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MISS ALL OF U IN SPORE AND FISH WHOS IN KIWI-A-GOGO LAND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I HAVE DEVELOPED A SUDDEN INTEREST IN SOCCER(PLAYING IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. MY UNCLE GOT MARRIED IT WAS THE COOLEST WEDDING EVER.... THE BRIDE WAS NORTH INDIAN SO IT WAS LIKE A MIXED SOUTH NORTH WEDDING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I HAVE BEEN READING BOOKS.....A LOT OF THEM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. AND YES I CHANGED MY BLOGSKIN.... DONT LIKE IT... DONT SEE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. CAPS LOCK ROX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... after that extremely loud and capslocked update... I bring MORE SURVEYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes... and this time its from rias blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur name or ur nick?&lt;br /&gt;sarsu&lt;br /&gt;coke or pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;neither... orange soda&lt;br /&gt;pink or blue?&lt;br /&gt;erm blue &lt;br /&gt;black or red?&lt;br /&gt;BLACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;jackets or hoods?&lt;br /&gt;HOODIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;flip flops or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;sneakers&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti or pizza?&lt;br /&gt;hmm....tough question...pizza&lt;br /&gt;pen or pencil?&lt;br /&gt;pen&lt;br /&gt;earrings or studs?&lt;br /&gt;earrings&lt;br /&gt;television or computer?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;punk or sentimental?&lt;br /&gt;punk&lt;br /&gt;friendster or msn?&lt;br /&gt;msn&lt;br /&gt;friendster or orkut?&lt;br /&gt;none prefer hi5..&lt;br /&gt;maths or science?&lt;br /&gt;science&lt;br /&gt;study art or music?&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;girls or boys as friends?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;stay at home or hang outs?&lt;br /&gt;hangouts&lt;br /&gt;smsing or hog on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;both...hmmm..something smells like FISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;noise or quiet?&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;sister or brother?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;kittens or hamsters?&lt;br /&gt;kittens&lt;br /&gt;sonu nigam or shaan?&lt;br /&gt;sonu&lt;br /&gt;honeydew or papaya?&lt;br /&gt;both!&lt;br /&gt;adidas or PUMA?&lt;br /&gt;adidas&lt;br /&gt;sling bag or haversack?&lt;br /&gt;sling bag&lt;br /&gt;sling or handbag?&lt;br /&gt;sling bag&lt;br /&gt;raisins or prunes?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;take photo or take people photo?&lt;br /&gt;what??&lt;br /&gt;smile or frown?&lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;evanescence or fergie?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;chocolates or candies?&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;pri or sec?&lt;br /&gt;both...&lt;br /&gt;being a kid or teenager?&lt;br /&gt;both....&lt;br /&gt;brown hair or red hair?&lt;br /&gt;red!!!as in auburn or that punk red!!!&lt;br /&gt;normal belts or stud belts?&lt;br /&gt;studs!!!&lt;br /&gt;prawns or fish?&lt;br /&gt;im vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;no gravy or gravy?&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;not spicy or spicy?&lt;br /&gt;mildly spicy&lt;br /&gt;fish or chicken?&lt;br /&gt;go back 3 questions....&lt;br /&gt;to continue this or stop?&lt;br /&gt;To continue!!! I still have one more survey....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-116635148206803624?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/116635148206803624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=116635148206803624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116635148206803624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116635148206803624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-honourable-people-as-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-116498638697734106</id><published>2006-12-01T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:19:46.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Namaste aadaab sasriakal namaskara vannakam guten tag bonjour and hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, of course but the big difference now is that I have finally reached bharat desh mahaan and am currently standing on desi soil. :) Also I have couriered myself another quiz, this time stolen from ri darlings blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] I do my own laundry  ( does dropping it in the washing machine count?? )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can cook for myself ( maggi and heat food in microwave )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I always do my homework/work (most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I actually enjoy intellectual conversations ( shakespeare! )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think politics are exciting ( eww...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents and grand-parents have better things to say than my peers ( well actually i really dont know.. )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I show up for school/work everyday, unless I'm sick ( yup only three days absent so far )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse. ( useful )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've never gotten a detention. ( but three bookings in different categories :( )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've watched talk shows to point out the credibility of it all ( sorta...)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know what credibility means without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink coffee at least once a week ( only starbucks and very rarely too )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to run the dish washer and/or do the dishes. ( sometimes i wash them )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can count to 10 in Spanish. ( I WANT TOO!!! )&lt;br /&gt;[x] When I say I'm going to do something, I do it. ( 99.9% of the time )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can wash a car. ( my dads )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can make adults laugh...withoutbeing stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I remember to water my plants. ( yup! )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I study when I have to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I pay attention at school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to feed my pets ( I dont have any pets! Unless you count goldy, who died last week. )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can spell experience without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I clean up my own mess sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get coffee. ( no i brush my teeth like normal people )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can go to the store without getting something I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I understand jokes the first time they are said. ( i understand them but dont really find them funny )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I listen to my elders. ( most of the time )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can type fast. ( quite )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour. ( it does?? )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the ageof 25 and have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually finish itsometimes. ( yah of course love mediater and meg cabots books  and even shopoholic )&lt;br /&gt;[x] People have said that I act/look older than I am. ( I look older but actings a different thing )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up how many x's you have. I act __26__ years old(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act 26 years old??? Im not that mature you know... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-116498638697734106?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/116498638697734106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=116498638697734106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116498638697734106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116498638697734106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2006/12/namaste-aadaab-sasriakal-namaskara.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-116409963152654663</id><published>2006-11-21T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T17:00:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I said I would do it, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page18 and find line four. &lt;br /&gt;example,if you were to store a row for a database table,the data for that row would be stored in the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh??? Ok thats definitely not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. &lt;br /&gt;shit. Just knocked the speaker. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is that last thing you watched on TV? &lt;br /&gt;something on mtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;4.37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time? &lt;br /&gt;4.40. ONLY 3min difference! I KNEW I WAS PSYCHIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? &lt;br /&gt;family portrait by pink. &lt;333 the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? &lt;br /&gt;this morning to water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at? &lt;br /&gt;was looking at the fascinating dirt on my computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing? &lt;br /&gt;class tee, trackpants and undergarments. Im not telling you th colour you pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night? &lt;br /&gt;yup! A very very nice dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh? &lt;br /&gt;at this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in? &lt;br /&gt;erm the fan lights and this showcase thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately? &lt;br /&gt;yup lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;soso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw? &lt;br /&gt;the covenant. LOVED IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy? &lt;br /&gt;oh. a hundred things.&lt;br /&gt;- a house everywhere in the world and a hotel in antartica and the sahara desert.&lt;br /&gt;- a new handphone&lt;br /&gt;- a private jet&lt;br /&gt;- loads of limos&lt;br /&gt;- a dozen maids&lt;br /&gt;- all the CDs in the world (:&lt;br /&gt;- hollywood!&lt;br /&gt;- a new ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;I am secretely in the mafia and am going to kill you tonight. kidding, erm... once, while walking home I counted 39 snails and slugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you change? &lt;br /&gt;if I said racial harmony, would I evolve into a white wearing aka PAP chairperson? How cool, I could become the next Lee Kuan Yew. Nah better say animal protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance? &lt;br /&gt;whohoo! Lets do the chacha! Front,back,sideandside,front,back,sideandside,front,back. &lt;br /&gt;Ok I should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George W Bush.. American? &lt;br /&gt;I shall keep my mouth shut. I dont want nuclear bomb dropped on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what will you call her? &lt;br /&gt; NOT SARAYOO ANYTHING BUT SARAYOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what will you call him?&lt;br /&gt;To make him miserable, I shall name him puffles and call him puffy.in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall not be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever considered living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Think USA. Dont look at me like that, I still love Singapore and India. sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates? &lt;br /&gt;god: hey, you aren't christian ya know.&lt;br /&gt;me: so.&lt;br /&gt;god: ...&lt;br /&gt;me: *walk into heavens*&lt;br /&gt;ignore me. i told you i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 20 people who must do this in their journal or blog.&lt;br /&gt;YAH. YOU BETTER DO IT OR ELSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. remember....I am supposed to be in the mafia... and also a vampire. I am coming  after you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-116409963152654663?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/116409963152654663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=116409963152654663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116409963152654663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116409963152654663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-said-i-would-do-it-so-there.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30206413.post-116347897091562100</id><published>2006-11-14T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:29:54.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post would be called updates, however there is absolutely nothing to update about. Hence, I shall just crap about totally randomn things, like the colour of the begonia plant and the exact distance from the moon to the sun and back and perhaps add a couple of quizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well went to camp react last week and it was absobloodylutelyrocking! We(ld) got to perform poetry together in the end and that was great! Went well, I think... Sadly Karen and Farah couldnt make it.( They were sick )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had class chalet on thurs and fri... NONE of us slept that night! We were all just dancing around, playing guitar, and talking. I FINALLY LEARNT HOW TO DO THE BREAKDANCE THINGY!!!! THANKS BRENDA!!! Then at around 5 we went to watch the sun rise but THE STUPID THING ROSE ONLY AFTER WE WENT BACK TO THE CHALET!!!!! Well moi then left cause had to go back to SAPS(!!!) for prize-giving stuff. WOW!!! FELT GREAT TO BE BACK!!! NOTHING HAS REALLY CHANGED SINCE I LAST WENT(september, after teachers day) AND MRS HO STILL LOOKS THE SAME!!! Well, then I got my prize($40 POP VOUCHER!!!) and had to go back to old house and then new house and so on... OH and also watched the covenent with miao!!! YAY! LOVED THE MOVIE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are quite boring.... Nothing much to do except listen to songs, tv, comp and books...maybe I'll go swimming or watch another movie this week....oh wait... IM WATCHING DHOOM II!!!!!!!!! YAY!!! Ok aab main jaane wali hoon...do quizes karne ke liye.. will be uploaded soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-viksy's screaming in the background. daddy switched off the tv and made him study :(&lt;br /&gt;HAH! MOI GLOATS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30206413-116347897091562100?l=confessionalme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/feeds/116347897091562100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30206413&amp;postID=116347897091562100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116347897091562100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30206413/posts/default/116347897091562100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionalme.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-post-would-be-called-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>mystical charm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
