<?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-4369128358748663403</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:13:48.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUBBLE TEA IS LUV</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-7459117518230735359</id><published>2009-06-15T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:27:05.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for a class gathering!</title><content type='html'>Our class had 41 students. (The odd one out was meh. Serious. I'm the 41th student.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today less than 10 turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be creating a new blog. Never posting here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my tagobard. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my antivirus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-7459117518230735359?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/7459117518230735359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-for-class-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/7459117518230735359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/7459117518230735359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-for-class-gathering.html' title='So much for a class gathering!'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-4754093099378055109</id><published>2009-06-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:10:36.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Courage class gathering!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I thought they would never invite meh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..Or maybe they did to.. (evil unpleasant thoughts)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, am on the lappy right now. It's 8 am. Cheers! Time to maple :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: HY and V, I'll never link you guys cuz I have no idea what to put as an icon. Provide me a pic first, yes? Hohoho (I'm so lazy -w-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-4754093099378055109?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/4754093099378055109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-courage-class-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/4754093099378055109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/4754093099378055109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-courage-class-gathering.html' title='6 Courage class gathering!?'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-5018895403037781048</id><published>2009-05-31T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:57:29.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or hate the lappy?</title><content type='html'>I can play maple here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..But the keys are easy to accidentally press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed is super fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..But my kor may anytime take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN is so cool +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-5018895403037781048?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/5018895403037781048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-or-hate-lappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/5018895403037781048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/5018895403037781048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-or-hate-lappy.html' title='Love or hate the lappy?'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-618860325471947503</id><published>2009-05-29T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:02:02.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S CELEBRATE!</title><content type='html'>It's the school hols! *cheer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh. Still got homework. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng showed the rest of Stardust today. Surprisingly, all the guys stayed back to watch a fairytale. *Snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched that many times over, thanks to my dad's random watching of HBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate error codes. When I become dictator of the universe, I'm going to ban them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the new year has come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-618860325471947503?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/618860325471947503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-celebrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/618860325471947503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/618860325471947503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-celebrate.html' title='LET&apos;S CELEBRATE!'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-8191689531910226312</id><published>2009-05-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:28:28.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KISS THE RING.</title><content type='html'>I've been reading the Kuroshitsuji manga lately.&lt;br /&gt;I think when I'm done I'll go try watch Ichigo100%.&lt;br /&gt;But E says it's ecchi.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHARACTERS LOOK SO INNOCENT AND CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out the main character of Kuroshitsuji SHARES THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS ME WHEE IM GOING MAD LA LA LA LA LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His year of birth is 1975 though. Lols. The Victorian Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST NOT JINX IT MUST NOT JINX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-8191689531910226312?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/8191689531910226312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/8191689531910226312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/8191689531910226312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-ring.html' title='KISS THE RING.'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-3061632657270991331</id><published>2009-05-27T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:29:24.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more days of hell.</title><content type='html'>I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really hate school that much.&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;I STILL HAVEN'T DO MY BLOODY CME POSTER.&lt;br /&gt;I'M DEAD -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now trying to download maple.&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-3061632657270991331?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/3061632657270991331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-more-days-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/3061632657270991331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/3061632657270991331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-more-days-of-hell.html' title='Two more days of hell.'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-7794438982586117486</id><published>2009-05-26T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:54:48.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CBOX ISN'T WORKING!</title><content type='html'>Fxck you Trend Micro Internet crap! Anti virus? Sure..&lt;br /&gt;MORE LIKE VIRUS TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;So if I don't reply to your tags that isn't my prob :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple didn't work yesteday. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Today I realised that &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;'s MYE Paper 1 was a little bit like &lt;i&gt;School Days&lt;/i&gt;. Yep, that anime which Girl A and Girl B are friends. But they both like the same guy. Girl A kills B over him. But Guy C doesn't get his head chopped off. Hahas. Hard to explain it though. So here's a little bedtime story to share with you. By &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;, edited by yours truly :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Revenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never regretted about what I had done. many people did not understand why I would do such a thing to my best friend, the girl I had knew since kindergarten. but she deserved it; for if she had never taken the first move, she would still be alive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we had a lot of things on common, and one of those things was that we both feel head over heels over the same person - my boyfriend. I had never expected her to make a move on him; she knew how much he meant to me. We had even made a pact when we were young that we would not destroy our friendship over a guy. But all that changed when they first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should had seen the signs coming. The looks they gave each other when they first met, the way she kept tagging along on our dates, the fact that they asked me for each other's number.. I never realised it until he started to avoid me, giving me all sorts of excuses. Whenever I called him he would never answer. When he finally did, he would just provide a lousy reason like "I'm busy right now, I'll call you back later," which he, of course, always fail to do so. I began to get suspicious after seeing a picture with both of them together in her phone. Without her realising, I checked through her messages and calls and found out that my boyfriend was contacting her every day! I decided to spy on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, I carried out my plan and found out that I was right - they really were seeing each other behind my back! How could they do such a thing to me? She was like a sister to me and he was my boyfriend, did they think I was dead? I was so infuriated at the both of them, I hatched the perfect plan to get revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her, one night, out of the blue, to meet her at a nearby cafe to talk about my boyfriend. She was probably feeling guilty as she hesitated for a moment before accepting the invitation. We walked through the forest to get to the cafe, and it was getting pretty dark right now. She was in front, talking gaily about the upcoming holidays. Too bad she wasn't going to enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly stopped walking. She turned around, curious at the lack of footsteps. Before she could finish her "What's wrong?" I had drawn a blade from my sling bag and stabbed her. I did not remember how many times the blade entered and exited her body, but all I knew was I wanted her dead. I carried her pale body to a mangrove swamp, and dropped her corpse in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was found one month after I had taken her life. Apparently a man had gone fishing in the swamp and instead of finding the fish he wanted, he found her. The body was already rotting but she was identified due to dental records. The day the police came to my house was one day I will never forget. My mother was pleading with them, begging them not to take me. I just smiled at her and assured her I would not come to harm. I pleaded guilty, and was sentenced to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that did not matter. What mattered most was that I got my revenge. And as everyone knows, revenge is sweet. I got what I wanted. We were like playing a game of chess, and I've already won. And even if I still cannot have his heart, neither can she have it now.&lt;/i&gt; -END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;How was it?&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW THE TEXT VERY DE SMALL GO COPY AND PASTE INTO WHATEVER AND CHANGE THE SIZE LUHS.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up my paper one next time, now my dad has to use the computer -.-&lt;br /&gt;The original of the rewrite actually had conversation and thoughts, but I thought that was too much. (Sorry &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-7794438982586117486?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/7794438982586117486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-cbox-isnt-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/7794438982586117486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/7794438982586117486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-cbox-isnt-working.html' title='MY CBOX ISN&apos;T WORKING!'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-3658658006152705747</id><published>2009-05-25T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:08:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT MORE KUROSHITSUJI .__.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found out what my sister's display picture on Facebook is actually cosplaying as.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally watched finished the whole series (24 epi) in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, We skipped some because of Mega Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to download maple.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, vers. 0.69. Why can't you be 7.0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of depressed, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm patching it up.&lt;br /&gt;But I duno whether it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;It's stuck at Creating Map.wz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can play it soon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Wanderer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-3658658006152705747?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/3658658006152705747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-more-kuroshitsuji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/3658658006152705747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/3658658006152705747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-more-kuroshitsuji.html' title='I WANT MORE KUROSHITSUJI .__.'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-1486176748311461311</id><published>2009-05-24T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:42:02.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY UBER AWESOEM SMILEY PIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/ShkwqeF-X5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7y6OE_2jKNQ/s1600-h/awe.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339352339415195538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/ShkwqeF-X5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7y6OE_2jKNQ/s320/awe.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW COOL IS IT EH :D It's my new Facebook display picca. (I look like a malay.. Not that I'm a racist or whatever but..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Asiasoft Game Fest 2009. It was as hell as boring. Sheesh. So any spoiled kids there with their parents holding so much cash. (I'm being bitchy; I'm jealous that I can't buy the cash lols.) But I really wanted that pink bean equip.. Although I haven't seen it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-1486176748311461311?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/1486176748311461311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-my-uber-awesoem-smiley-pic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/1486176748311461311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/1486176748311461311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-my-uber-awesoem-smiley-pic.html' title='I LOVE MY UBER AWESOEM SMILEY PIC'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/ShkwqeF-X5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7y6OE_2jKNQ/s72-c/awe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-4428669599138577627</id><published>2009-05-21T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:15:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want another Marking Day D:</title><content type='html'>I actually thought today was Monday, and thus forgot to bring my P.E. shirt. The class practiced &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;softbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt; anyway. I almost made it back to base ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back some results. Am not happy. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Performing Arts&lt;/span&gt; peeps have to perform on Monday. But how can we stuff the Modern Dance, Malay Dance, Band (!), and Choir onto that small stage? Meh. Yea yea, take turns. But we haven't practiced finish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like &lt;b&gt;Club Wellness&lt;/b&gt; is going to dance to &lt;b&gt;hip hop&lt;/b&gt; onstage. JY &lt;b&gt;HY&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-4428669599138577627?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/4428669599138577627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-another-marking-day-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/4428669599138577627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/4428669599138577627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-another-marking-day-d.html' title='I want another Marking Day D:'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-1944922492580650403</id><published>2009-05-21T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:26:07.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble's in JK land ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the last 15+ months, people would think they were best friends. They even referred each other as siblings. But yesterday, the bond began to break. It all started when one of them began to cling on to the other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good god. This sounds like a beginning of a story -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JK&lt;/span&gt; are officially not friends. Why uh? the story goes that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; followed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LP&lt;/span&gt; along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HY&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; was very.. Let's just say they didn't want to be associated with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They both accused each other, and eventually the friendship was broken. Each poured their feelings into their blogs, and now the battle has just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;, in the big fat chunk of text in your blog you accused &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; of many things, haven't you heard of the phrase "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave a line&lt;/span&gt;"? But whatever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, I'm on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;'s side. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, I think you're wrong. But come on -.- She have stead your problem mehs? And uh. For the record, I actually can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; read your blog. Dude, I give you 2 marks for Language. A point 10, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;: Only an idiot will go into somewhere dangerous in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runescape&lt;/span&gt; and bring so much gold -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-1944922492580650403?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/1944922492580650403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/troubles-in-jk-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/1944922492580650403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/1944922492580650403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/troubles-in-jk-land.html' title='Trouble&apos;s in JK land ~'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-593196369465405376</id><published>2009-05-19T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:07:34.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My noodles are cooking..</title><content type='html'>On Monday, Mr &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; posed a question to me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh you what time sleep de? Everytime see you in exam sleeping."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good question. Me thinks that the SILENCE of the classroom and the TIME LEFT lures me into dream land. Zzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end during the CL Listening I also fell asleep. Amazingly, so did &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep at all in Art. Probably because my hands were always moving. Went to &lt;b&gt;LP&lt;/b&gt; for lunch then home to Audi. While waiting for &lt;b&gt;109&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;,  I had a sudden attack of.. Let's just say I had to rush to the toilet. When I got back &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt; was gone. Lol. Waited till &lt;b&gt;SS&lt;/b&gt; joined me. 1 min after she arrived, so did the bus. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Audi again. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-593196369465405376?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/593196369465405376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-noodles-are-cooking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/593196369465405376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/593196369465405376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-noodles-are-cooking.html' title='My noodles are cooking..'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-1321811628503218217</id><published>2009-05-18T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:48:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's party time! (not)</title><content type='html'>Finally, the students of Green View Secondary can finally relax for a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, only one day, since we'll be getting some of our papers back on Thursday, I guess. And I have band on Friday too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? Not I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-1321811628503218217?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/1321811628503218217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-party-time-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/1321811628503218217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/1321811628503218217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-party-time-not.html' title='It&apos;s party time! (not)'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-1922173113179164383</id><published>2009-05-16T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:27:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT A TABLET =.=</title><content type='html'>How am I supposed to study for &lt;strong&gt;Home Econ&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kidnapped some acrylic pieces back home for next term, and man, this yellow piece sure is huge o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Audi with &lt;strong&gt;HY&lt;/strong&gt; soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-1922173113179164383?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/1922173113179164383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-tablet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/1922173113179164383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/1922173113179164383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-tablet.html' title='I WANT A TABLET =.='/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-4709856741887965820</id><published>2009-05-12T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:27:04.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D: NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU</title><content type='html'>STUPID FREAKING PATCH! NUUUUUUUU LIKE THIS I ONLY HAVE ABOUT 30 MIN TO PLAY IF I TYCO! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- No more &lt;i&gt;Nothing But A Dream&lt;/i&gt; for audians now. This sucks. Now what am I supposed to do with my remaining one hour ++ till the patch is done? And somemore those Asiasoft freaks always prolong the patches... DAMN. Seems like it's maple time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-4709856741887965820?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/4709856741887965820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/4709856741887965820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/4709856741887965820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='D: NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-7662405001887926515</id><published>2009-05-12T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:12:14.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless me.</title><content type='html'>Why can't I run during NAPFA like what my nose is doing now? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our Geography exam today. Stupid maps. Like I care about expressways ._. I actually fell asleep halfway during the test. No worries, though, the exam lasted 1 hours and 45 minutes, which was too much. Ate Hotcakes with syrup, butter, and sugar with &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;HY&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;. I kept feeling their stares as I slapped on the syrup. I've always liked to draw something using food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and then just killed dozens of tissues. Rest in peace, poor pieces of cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at &lt;b&gt;LAN&lt;/b&gt;, seems like many are playing &lt;b&gt;L4D&lt;/b&gt; and of course, the ever-favourite &lt;b&gt;DoTA&lt;/b&gt;. But it still seems better than staying at home, listening to &lt;b&gt;HJ&lt;/b&gt; curse and yell.. The effects games have on teens.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random geography question which appeared in a test before and appeared in the exam too : (this is worth 2 marks, BTW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'What is "accessibility"?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clever little idiot wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is if you can access something or not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got the two marks last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-7662405001887926515?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/7662405001887926515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/bless-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/7662405001887926515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/7662405001887926515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/bless-me.html' title='Bless me.'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-8309596413992165046</id><published>2009-05-09T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:25:25.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELS LIKE INSOMNIA~</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo peoples. Today is Saturday, the only day of the week when I can touch the computer and DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Audition, I now like the song Insomnia; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I never thought that I'd fall in love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;But it grew from a simple crush, crush, crush, crush&lt;br /&gt;Being without you girl, I was all messed up, up, up, up&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out, said that you'd had enough-nough-nough-nough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a fool, girl I know&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time, you'll change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;Till this house feels like it did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember telling my boys that I'd never fall in love, love, love,&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;You used to think I'd never find a girl I could trust, trust, trust,&lt;br /&gt;trust&lt;br /&gt;And then you walked into my life and it was all about us, us, us, us&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm sitting here thinking I messed the whole thing up, up, up,&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a fool (fool), girl I know (know)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time (time), you'll change your mind (mind)&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more)&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me (to me)&lt;br /&gt;Til this house feels like it did before (Because it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah (Ah),&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ahAh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause it feels like I've fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;It's getting way too deep&lt;br /&gt;And i know that it's love because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more)&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me (to me)&lt;br /&gt;Till this house feels like it did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the word "feels" seems weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a maths remedial on Friday. My god, I have A LOT of stuff to say about the first express class, like how some of the &lt;em&gt;malay&lt;/em&gt; girls tuck in their shirts (which makes them look like upper secondary peeps) so that (according to Grace) their skirts can be higher. What's that word.. Something like skank.. But I shouldn't say it here ._. (Clue : Four letter word, starts with S, ends with T, and has a L and a U &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt;..)Meanwhile, the guys are really noisy. And I thought that our class was the worst of the whole express class. (The boys bombed JK with paper balls after recess) HY, Val, and I doodled onto a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of recess, remembered how it rained like Mom Nature wanted to flood herself? The effing Normal Stream freaks were tossing empty bottles down to the first floor and we watched as the poor sec ones use brooms and dust pans to clear them away. And then to my horror (I won't put their names here) some @$$es from 2E4 (YES MY FREAKING CLASS) &lt;em&gt;spit&lt;/em&gt; onto the sec ones. It narrowly missed a head. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HY, Val : I'm working on your icons for the links lol. Meanwhile you'll have to deal with the blanks :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-8309596413992165046?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/8309596413992165046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/feels-like-insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/8309596413992165046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/8309596413992165046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/feels-like-insomnia.html' title='FEELS LIKE INSOMNIA~'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369128358748663403.post-915615836387751892</id><published>2009-05-01T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:05:48.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Festivities.</title><content type='html'>My aunt got married on Labor Day, whoopee. My sister and I thought of reasons for the particular day. We went through many crap reasons, and ended up on "Because it's easier to remember the day that way". You know, it might be true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like the easter performance at City Harvest. Clasp your hands together, heads bowed, and PRAY PRAY PRAY.  And then (obviously) singing! Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate the buffet. Went home, surfed Facebook and eventually entering the world of dance -- Audition! _________ asked me to be his girlfriend for the 21st time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369128358748663403-915615836387751892?l=t-ea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/feeds/915615836387751892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/915615836387751892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369128358748663403/posts/default/915615836387751892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ea.blogspot.com/2009/05/test.html' title='Labor Day Festivities.'/><author><name>-xCider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024821185924084486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDeQ4xD4NBo/SjvFQFjfazI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H_QGnQNAzPc/S220/bear.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
