<?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-1659383706030486830</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:10:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's keep it that way.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-906170114453685220</id><published>2010-04-12T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:17:41.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My. Blog. Is. Officially. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-906170114453685220?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/906170114453685220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/04/my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/906170114453685220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/906170114453685220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/04/my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3123326358296183482</id><published>2010-02-15T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:44:51.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the pieces, love.</title><content type='html'>Although its chinese new year, I dont even feel the mood at all. Perhaps I'm not the only one. Many things have been bugging me. I dont know how you feel. You seem to be ignoring me. I dont know how to help us. I just want to get this over and done with. I needa run errands. Probably, after this, we wont even talk? I dont know. Maybe its all coming to an end. We'll see the light. And that might be the end. The end to both us. Perhaps, all that we've gone through was merely a beautiful nightmare. When we wake up, its just pushed to the back of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me if its all worth it. Yes. Its worth it. You once told me that you dont give up easily. I'm not sure if I shoild trust you on that. Changing my password on my iPod from your name to mine. I seem to keep typing the wrong password. I'm stuck in the past. Eeqah invited me to the performance. I don't even know whether I should be going. I needa run errands, like I said again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the fact that I wont be seeing you anymore hasnt gotten to my brain yet. Seems delusional. I'll just need to cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leave the Pieces - The Wreckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're not sure that you love me&lt;br /&gt;But you're not sure enough to let me go&lt;br /&gt;Baby it ain't fair, you know&lt;br /&gt;To just keep me hanging 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't want to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to see my tears&lt;br /&gt;So why are you still standing here&lt;br /&gt;Just watching me drown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;br /&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can drag out the heartache&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can make it quick&lt;br /&gt;Really get it over with&lt;br /&gt;And just let me move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't concern yourself&lt;br /&gt;With this mess you left for me&lt;br /&gt;I can clean it up, you see&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;br /&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not making up your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me and wasting time&lt;br /&gt;I need so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;br /&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-3123326358296183482?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3123326358296183482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/02/leave-pieces-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3123326358296183482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3123326358296183482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/02/leave-pieces-love.html' title='Leave the pieces, love.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-150577287021311276</id><published>2010-01-30T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:57:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of September;</title><content type='html'>Finally did something about my blog. Hahaha, of which then seemed impossible. But I did it anyway. Shopped for clothes with Nette, Stelle, Nic and Khai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my white top(: I wanted to get the striped blue and white one, but Nic reminded me that Jo might pull it down. So I decided not to get that one. Nah, just kidding(; Blogshop is just alright now, not as interesting anymore): There's a toga dress I wanted to get, but the bottom seemed really weird! :/ As I was browsing through the official site of Topshop and Forever 21, the Jeggings (What they called the jeans leggings) were cool. I miss heading to city hall's Topshop, its bigger there. Plus, they have 2 topshops there(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, finally! Daughtry's Tennessee Line is not stuck anymore. It had a problem the last few times I played it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point of doing something bout my blog, I wanted a few blog skins but the picture didn't appear! So I gave it a miss. Laziness is the way of life, I haven't finished my Amath tuition homework. Well well. I guess I'll be shopping with my cousin, that's if she's coming. Or I'll get someone else. I was actually invited to Sentosa, but Khai has something on, and I needa get CNY clothes. Therefore, I missing a chance of seeing Khai's friend in a red hot bikini:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight the sunset means so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; The one thing that you know you'll never touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like the feeling, the real thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; I reach out for that sweet dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-150577287021311276?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/150577287021311276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-middle-of-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/150577287021311276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/150577287021311276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-middle-of-september.html' title='In the middle of September;'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2631072256196490579</id><published>2010-01-20T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:09:07.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just hooked up with To Kill A Mockingbird for Lit test. The saddest thing, Khai did that book when he was Sec 2. I want your brains, you smartass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I'm in a dilemma. These few days were crazy, mad, surreal, insane. But I love it(: Dance Night 2010 is exciting, danceworks auditions (I'm not attending). Many more plans. Many more meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB status is driving me nuts. At least its cooled down. But it wasn't a bad thing(: Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUSKATERBOY&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2631072256196490579?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2631072256196490579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-just-hooked-up-with-to-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2631072256196490579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2631072256196490579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-just-hooked-up-with-to-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4633805288015289170</id><published>2010-01-11T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:08:39.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, Sec 4 O's results are out today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we had science prac so we left half way during the talk before the results were released. First thing I saw S, she said, "Eh, I saw him at Ngee Ann Poly. His girlfriend damn ugly." OUCH! (: Anw, L then added, "Yeah!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no comments from me. Maybe not on my blog(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting weaker! I was dead tired today, to the max. Only 2 choreos and I'm on the ground. Trying to keep my spirits up, I got up quickly instead of sitting down. Managed to concentrate in the end(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH. I'm gonna try to get into AC by DSA. Hmmm, Zaki and Miss Wee are both going there(: So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get my tongue piercing back. But since someone has it, I'm considering yet again. I'll get back to you, Michelle Maxine Poooooooon. Cause I'm kinda grossed and freaked out right now. EWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; So sad you had to let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; What will I do without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just when your dark side starts to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; I won't miss you dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Some breaking news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm too good for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4633805288015289170?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4633805288015289170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-sec-4-os-results-are-out-today-anw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4633805288015289170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4633805288015289170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-sec-4-os-results-are-out-today-anw.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-5773079434387211349</id><published>2010-01-10T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:56:04.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I haven't blogged in such a long time. Maybe I'll get a new blog or something. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning fatter everyday): Or is it just me? Maybe its cause of not dancing. Danceworks meeting tomorrow, motherfucking bitches! 6.55am, that's fucking early Eunice): Can't even wake up. Maybe I'll start running every morning. Haha, Rina/Nette can come and join me. I'll drag you into this, babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONS TO BLOG BOUT. But I ain't nothing to say): Contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 is like mad. I'm trying to finish every single piece of homework but it seems like its never-ending. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, why the fuck did y'all go ask her if I'm together with her?! And to make things clear, we're NOT. Stop getting all into my stuff, and if I could get y'all outta my sight, I would. So just stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I'm hanging out with her doesn't mean that we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, many things happened during this period. Especially when school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: I'm not worth the wait, I did reply your messages btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: You wanna clarify, call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF: Don't change your blog, I'm lazy to re-link): ILoveMyMotherFuckingMaeganFoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhiv: Tuesday&amp;amp;Wednesday, it's a date babe&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette: Overdued photos, Nette): ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where does the love go,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1659383706030486830-5773079434387211349?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/5773079434387211349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5773079434387211349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5773079434387211349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-5022665861541272333</id><published>2009-11-22T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:14:35.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Told you so.</title><content type='html'>Ohmy, I'm yet falling in love with the amazing Jesse McCartney! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust:&lt;br /&gt;1. Double Cheese Burger&lt;br /&gt;2. Swimming Pool&lt;br /&gt;3. Panic's New Album&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping (Velle, Rina)&lt;br /&gt;5. Breakdance&lt;br /&gt;6. Choreo for Sweet Dreams &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-SGh9XRY_Y"&gt;[Link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Changing Shaun's Guppy's name/Throwing the whole tank away:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the little tokens and souvenirs of our past are as love letters to an illiterate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-5022665861541272333?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/5022665861541272333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/told-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5022665861541272333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5022665861541272333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/told-you-so.html' title='Told you so.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7086813308389419987</id><published>2009-11-20T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:20:43.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even broken hearts may have their doubts.</title><content type='html'>Dude, I'm sorry for your loss. I'll be dropping by tomorrow, stay strong k(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging for fucking longgg. WHOOPS. Dance camp going on well. Kept me busy, all on my feet(: Joanne Smith! How dare you ______ me! But its okay, I won you in tap tap. :D Be ashamed! Hahaha. Chels and I went to get a haircut. Nic, Jo, Cheryl J, Cory were all there. Today's FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying off on the 30th this month and yet again leaving on the 5th next month. Hopefully, everything will turn out well(: DANCE CAMP. I need sleeping bag. Anyone? I can't find mine:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velle and Rina! We needa get our bloody packing list, zomg. SHOPPING. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7086813308389419987?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7086813308389419987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-broken-hearts-may-have-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7086813308389419987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7086813308389419987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-broken-hearts-may-have-their.html' title='Even broken hearts may have their doubts.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4533402835660097632</id><published>2009-11-08T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:25:50.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched in my pain again.</title><content type='html'>Why are you back again girl? I told you, no surprise visits. Aren't you supposed to be studying? Is this considered lying? You don't even reply my fucking messages. I don't know what to feel. Upset, happy, pissed? What's with training so hard? We spent the other night at your place. After that we don't meet up. What's that supposed to mean? I'm flooded with unwanted thoughts and questions. Do you know how bad that feels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you fucking pissed when we're the ones who are supposed to be pissed? WHY. I don't know okay. To salvage this. Or not. Its up to you. I know you have tons of friends alright. That doesn't mean you can take us for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just fucked up okay. I saw photos on FB. Don't even know whether to trust you or not. Whatever. Screw this. You mean so much to me. Do I look like I exist to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up&lt;br /&gt;And everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;And I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4533402835660097632?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4533402835660097632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/drenched-in-my-pain-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4533402835660097632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4533402835660097632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/drenched-in-my-pain-again.html' title='Drenched in my pain again.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7296958145263219849</id><published>2009-11-06T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:44:57.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed a girl.</title><content type='html'>Rina's beside me now. We're both damn tired. I think Pearlene too cause she slept at 2.30am. Hmmm, well in fact I did sleep too. At 4? Or 5? Supposedly, the plan was to stay at Pearlene's but some BITCH was in town. SO, change of plans. Met Cory at like 3am. That freaking babe took like so long to come down please! Anw, it was like sorta killjoy when we met that BITCH and all of us got upset. After a while, the atmosphere changed. Well, everything was back to normal I guess. Went up to the bitch's room, freaking cold can:/ Will someone agree with me?! (: After some time of craziness and fun, I was the first to die. Cory went home at 6? I was like almost late for work. Cause, someone was lazing in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORY'S OBSESSED ABOUT ELIZA CUMMINGS! She just sat there and starting yakking about her. I have no clue. Good job, Cory! Omg, Shaunna. I missed you:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Us girls we are so magical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Soft skin, red lips, so kissable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard to resist, so touchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Too good to deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;It ain't no big deal, it's innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7296958145263219849?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7296958145263219849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-kissed-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7296958145263219849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7296958145263219849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-kissed-girl.html' title='I kissed a girl.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6733112712510359083</id><published>2009-11-05T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:12:00.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI PEARLENE.</title><content type='html'>HI. I'm currently at Pearlene's house. Staying over tonight(: "She's so awesome" - Pearlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message from Pearlene:&lt;br /&gt;Ruhui thinks i'm awesome (: I know it.&lt;br /&gt;OH HOT DAMN&lt;br /&gt;BREAD  BUTTER AND JAM&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BREAKFAST AT 7AM&lt;br /&gt;YA'LL DON'T UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;I TOAST BREAD IN PAN&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PANTRY PAN-PANTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, that's like her undying ego. I haven't been blogging cause my comp's down:( OH YEAH. Reminded by Pearl, she's like the slutty secretary in our work place(: NICE. (Msg from pearl: Ruhui's the office perv that slaps my ass.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our colleagues are rather nice and sociable. But I don't seem to have that much work to do. And started dancing around the office and all of us got caught. HEE. So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went out with Shaun yesterday(: Omg, crazy. I love love love the cupcake machine please. It's so wonderful, isn't it? Madness. And passed Leonard the Arts Jam tickets as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS JAM DANCERS. WE CAN DO IT. PULL OFF ANOTHER MIRACLE MAN! ILOVEYOUDANCERS(: REMEMBER VILLAGE GIRLS:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SvL4wVK00BI/AAAAAAAAATk/Jcq4m2FaEFI/s1600-h/P1020526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SvL4wVK00BI/AAAAAAAAATk/Jcq4m2FaEFI/s400/P1020526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400652412370604050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SvL4vt8_6nI/AAAAAAAAATU/sbMMDNiWZEE/s1600-h/P1020525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SvL4vt8_6nI/AAAAAAAAATU/sbMMDNiWZEE/s400/P1020525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400652401843628658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SvL4v3O7z5I/AAAAAAAAATc/kQ0ApJqYctw/s1600-h/P1020527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SvL4v3O7z5I/AAAAAAAAATc/kQ0ApJqYctw/s400/P1020527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400652404334776210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6733112712510359083?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6733112712510359083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-pearlene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6733112712510359083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6733112712510359083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-pearlene.html' title='HI PEARLENE.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SvL4wVK00BI/AAAAAAAAATk/Jcq4m2FaEFI/s72-c/P1020526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2089111186108598518</id><published>2009-11-01T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:28:22.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking your memories off the shelves.</title><content type='html'>Currently at my cousin's house(Jac A.) Haven't been blogging for like years. So many things have happened so far. But I seriously can't remember the events in chronological order. I'll just blog whatever that comes to mind. Hmmm, a few minutes ago I heard from Leonard that you actually drank yesterday. What's with being so ironic? You claimed that you didn't wanna club or drink so early, at this age, that is. Making drinking seem really sinful, but look what happened yesterday. I'm not pissed cause you drank, but because of what you said. After all, action speaks louder than words. When we told you bout shisha, you gave that disgusted look. What's with that, babe? Maybe its just who you are with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, NAFA show last night. Nirmala's piece was up. I was kinda waiting to watch what the performance would seem like(: Anw, after that was supper. Mos was like the bomb. Full to the max. Talking bout how IJ dance ensemble had evolved into. Discipline. Common topic between dancers: DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job attachment tomorrow. Wonder how it'll seem like. My schedule's really screwed up. Now, I needa apply for leave. -.- Wonderful. Hopefully I'll get the leave and be able to go for dance. Talking bout dance, 5 hours of training yesterday. It was the bomb. Those who were at the scene might get my pun. Lots of running and spinning. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta go. Buh-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I hope this makes you happy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That the flame we had is burning out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I hope you like your pictures facing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As even broken hearts may have their doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2089111186108598518?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2089111186108598518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-taking-your-memories-off-shelves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2089111186108598518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2089111186108598518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-taking-your-memories-off-shelves.html' title='I&apos;m taking your memories off the shelves.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6085483194531837342</id><published>2009-10-21T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:17:21.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bow. [21st Oct]</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was madness. I shall not fully describe what actually happened last night :O It was fun with Asstelle and Rah-jali. Crazy people. Dance floor ownage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I felt so bad bout the Nov 14 team. I'm really hoping that they would want to do the Arts Jam, because there are people who are willing to take their place. Besides, O's are almost ending on 11th Nov. The seniors already have gotten their blocking and steps. Please treasure your position in the item, as I know it's not easy to finish the item within 3 weeks and 3 days. We finished the item within half a year. And y'all would have to work even harder to to finish the item. At this point of time, I'm supposed to be clinging on to every hope there is. But I really seem to be losing hope of getting the item done. But remember dancers, if you give all you've got, you'll get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry seniors. There's no farewell. I don't know how to put this across when I imagine the look on your face. Sigh. Love y'all truck loads. I'm hoping the exco can do something bout it. We'll figure a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6085483194531837342?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6085483194531837342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-bow-21st-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6085483194531837342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6085483194531837342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-bow-21st-oct.html' title='Take a bow. [21st Oct]'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4990562561241312426</id><published>2009-10-19T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:47:26.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the bitchy attitude, boy.</title><content type='html'>Boy, boy. What's with your attitude? I knew you're a bitch from the first day I met you. When you said Jo's a bitch, why don't you reflect on your own actions. Honey, I'm disgusted by you. So what if I broke up with your precious best friend. Nothing for you to to rub bout in my face because I don't feel a thing. Yeah, you can say I'm mean. But think before you say anything. A person who has low EQ don't really have the sensitivity towards others. So what can I say? I'm so embarrassed for you. But one with thick-skinned, wouldn't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you check my blog. Please, have some EQ. Don't start bashing up your laptop. HAHA, what a funny sight. Cheers me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORY. STOP. BLOGGING. TALK. TO. ME. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4990562561241312426?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4990562561241312426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-with-bitchy-attitude-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4990562561241312426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4990562561241312426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-with-bitchy-attitude-boy.html' title='What&apos;s with the bitchy attitude, boy.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1393980482831448520</id><published>2009-10-18T15:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:12:25.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We had it all in front of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StrQ7MLOFJI/AAAAAAAAATM/iO2TGQhnEsg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393853219028735122" style="WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StrQ7MLOFJI/AAAAAAAAATM/iO2TGQhnEsg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StrQ6triueI/AAAAAAAAATE/sVWl4Udm18s/s1600-h/Child__s_play_I_by_Tadobi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393853210842806754" style="WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StrQ6triueI/AAAAAAAAATE/sVWl4Udm18s/s400/Child__s_play_I_by_Tadobi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whatever happened to the innocence we used to possess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Talking on the phone for hours was thought-provoking. Many things I didn't understand. Who's genuine? Who's superficial? I've been doubting many things. Intentions, motives and what have shaped us into who we are today. Many incidents have changed my perspective of life. Why or who are living for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life isn't all that pretty. But when you have the assurance that someone is always there for you, things may seem a little better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know how to phrase it but it seemed like as if we were a little distant. There's just this barrier that prevents me to get over to your side. You told me bout trust but I don't think I've fully convinced you. I tried my best but it doesn't seem to go far. What can I do, girl, to ever make you feel better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been through that phase. It was such a long and hard time. I seemed to not know what's going to happen. Going around aimlessly. Thinking hard enough, what I could do to salvage the situation. You don't have always have to show that you're happy. I can't help it but to smile and laugh everyday. Not looking upset. Hoping that no one knows that you're certainly not alright. Keeps your friends from the least of worrying bout you, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It hits you when you're randomly reflecting on something. Alone. Reflecting on things that happened in everyday life. Thinking hard and long doesn't make much a difference. Getting all that headaches makes me wanna sleep. Probably, sleeping through it has helped. Still, the problem exists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The question again is: Does she love me as much as I love her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If I knew then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What I know today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Would everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Be going this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Would it be different, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;would it be the same, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Could it be that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There's no one to blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1393980482831448520?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1393980482831448520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-had-it-all-in-front-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1393980482831448520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1393980482831448520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-had-it-all-in-front-of-us.html' title='We had it all in front of us.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StrQ7MLOFJI/AAAAAAAAATM/iO2TGQhnEsg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-218078403882418809</id><published>2009-10-16T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:00:08.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygosh. Exams are OH-VUR. Oh yes. Stelle, please get me a form(: Yknow what I mean. Ask Rajali along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New equation to memorise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to _____ = Getting new clothes = Ask for money(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's off today. Messaging me before she left. You really gotta let me know the results(: Cause its so nice to figure something out! Take care&lt;3 Check your iPhone for my note if you feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone. Har har. Again. But it doesn't really matter I just need another phone. Meeting Nat tomorrow. What an adventure today. Critics and bitches. I LOVE BIMBO NAT:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like losing track of time. Its like I can forget my plans made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Freeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Exco meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Dance. Maybe meeting Jona.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Going out?&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Heading out.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: This is it. Drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. I just realised we cabbed like 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;First cab: Lazy to walk from Wisma to Taka.&lt;br /&gt;Second cab: Headed to Novena. Where we saw Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;Third cab: From Novena to Nette's house.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth cab: Headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thatwassoamazing(: Rina, Nat, Nette, Stelle. Cab queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Miss Marcel-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry k babe! If you needa talk, I'm here. Call my house phone[Ask Nic for my number] Don't be upset. I used to have the same problem as you until I found someone like Shaunna. But now she's left, maybe history repeats itself. We'll go waxing together :O And we'll go to the place where you said we'll go together:D Get some rest if your head still hurts! ILOVEYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-218078403882418809?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/218078403882418809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohmygosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/218078403882418809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/218078403882418809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohmygosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1774901915542514677</id><published>2009-10-15T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:33:55.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're leaving;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcC0amWStI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_u7qfLAVY44/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392782178316077778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcC0amWStI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_u7qfLAVY44/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASH; Shaunna's cousin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcCz1hUjgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/QIc7pnmOZSg/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392782168362880514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcCz1hUjgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/QIc7pnmOZSg/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the weirdo in cap[I'm gonna miss her:(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcCyyhN1vI/AAAAAAAAASk/FXQkB_12MUA/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392782150377264882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcCyyhN1vI/AAAAAAAAASk/FXQkB_12MUA/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory Marcelo&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bright cold silver moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tonight alone in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You were here just yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Slight turn of the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eyes down when you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess I need my life to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seems like something's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What could I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcCzfuvKrI/AAAAAAAAASs/NIPqd2SJcTo/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392782162513570482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcCzfuvKrI/AAAAAAAAASs/NIPqd2SJcTo/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;If only those hot tears running down my face would stop you from leaving. I guess those things that aren't accomplished, we'll leave it for the next time we meet. Maybe you'll find it nicer in Australia. The great experiences we've shared, I won't forget. I hate goodbyes. You made me cry. But that's okay if you're coming back next year. I have no idea what I'm talking bout. But I just want you to stay. My brain's processing weirdly. I don't know why. If I could send you off, I would. I'll miss you. Very much. Now its just left with Cory and I. Maybe you'll be back next year to join us. Thank you for everything you've done. I loved the times where when we crapped and exchanged dares(: And talked bout Taylor Swift's weirdness to piercings and tattoos. I can't meet you later in the night cause my mum's here:/ But maybe its officially the last time, when we hung out at your place. Your flight's been delayed, it won't delay further more. I'm sure. Just text me when you're in Australia. To know that you're safe(: With Shaun and Tash(; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaunna Anne Megan De Cruz&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loveyoutothemax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry bout the post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm typing out my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain's not working well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to your drink(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHYEAH. You owe me something, motherfuckingbitch&lt;3&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/1659383706030486830-1774901915542514677?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1774901915542514677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1774901915542514677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1774901915542514677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-leaving.html' title='You&apos;re leaving;'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/StcC0amWStI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_u7qfLAVY44/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-671733620901946727</id><published>2009-10-07T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:25:05.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studied with Yanyi today(: Finished most of SS. More or less:/ Hmmm, le's go geog-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy, I just thought of something. Teehee, so busted. What's with all the running away man. Oh well. Its doesn't mean you aren't my ahem, means you can't be my best friend, right? Then we'll all live happily every after! Omg, I'm turning so gay:D Credits to Nette's brother. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Born Helena Jane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a restless soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She moved west to California&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Became a Center-Fold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-671733620901946727?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/671733620901946727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/studied-with-yanyi-today-finished-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/671733620901946727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/671733620901946727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/studied-with-yanyi-today-finished-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7841184390755097255</id><published>2009-10-06T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:57:11.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SssSfxAHLcI/AAAAAAAAASU/67XoY4r67as/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389421716017982914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SssSfxAHLcI/AAAAAAAAASU/67XoY4r67as/s400/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I'd never thought I meant much to her(: That's nice. Love you, pretty bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into your arms by The Maine is killing me. Omg, John O'Callaghan looked so cute in the video(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, lunched with Shaunna, Cory and Jo yesterday. Well, Sam T went home to mug. Crazy people, gosh. AND. Shaunna De Cruz, I'll remember you the rest of my life. Such an asshole. I wonder if remembering you is good thing... Hmmm:D Fish soup. Call me and I'll say that to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I remember what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You wore on the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You came into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I thought hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You know this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Could be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Coz everything you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And words you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You know that it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7841184390755097255?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7841184390755097255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-id-never-thought-i-meant-much-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7841184390755097255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7841184390755097255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-id-never-thought-i-meant-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SssSfxAHLcI/AAAAAAAAASU/67XoY4r67as/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1601458509835631257</id><published>2009-10-03T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:33:37.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sucks to have Amath tomorrow morning:( I'm hoping the classroom would fly up because of some REASONS:D With millions of balloons, thousands of colours. Damn, its my imagination again. My toe and finger died. I'm officially accident-prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, since when did she become your personal assistant huh? Hahaha, you're just so un-informed. Go get a facebook and stop using friendster:D It'll help. I guess? Okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Lua(: Thanks for all your motivations and encouragements. I benefit a lot from your crap. Okay, nah. Your wise words:D We'll go watch the stars and ton till 10&lt;3 And please don't sing me the graduation song. Omg, you've been singing that to me for the past week. If I could, I would kill your guitar:D So that you wouldn't sing along with it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Gloria's back from Australia to visit. Hmmm, we were just sitting there during Amath talking bout stuff. Important issues. Like Velle's confirmation(: *Hint hint wink wink* If I'm going, I'll just get flowers for you. And only you. And yes, stop drawing nonsense on my lap. That's being nice:D Hmmm, finding out new things isn't that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotcakes at 8, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm fallin' in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But it's fallin' &lt;s&gt;apart&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I need to find my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back to the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When we &lt;s&gt;were&lt;/s&gt; in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things were better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Than they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let me back into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Into your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Into your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.s. I'm sorry, but you no longer matter to me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1601458509835631257?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1601458509835631257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/sucks-to-have-amath-tomorrow-morning-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1601458509835631257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1601458509835631257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/10/sucks-to-have-amath-tomorrow-morning-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1607814871836470150</id><published>2009-09-27T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:28:38.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into your arms.</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I had this urge to watch the sunrise. But I know you'd rather sleep like you did the last time, baby. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I think only Megan and J knows what I'm talking bout next. Oh, and maybe Shaunna(: Well, I'm so glad he left me alone. In fact, I'm ignoring him. I don't like despos. And, no. You ain't liking my voice, laughter and looks. That's just the cover. Well, enough of that crap. See you when I see you(Doubt so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I heard from your friend you actually check my blog out. Hmmm, interesting. Whatever happened between us before, forget it. Its just this awkward barrier between us. J is close to the both of us. And I don't wanna put him in a spot actually. Take the day when we watched Dance Flick as an example, it was as if like strangers went out together and J is there to be a neutral party. And the line you think I like to say, "It's up to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me have seen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Bangkok to Calgary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the soles of your shoes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are all worn down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time for sleep is now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's nothing to cry about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause we'll hold each other soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blackest of rooms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1607814871836470150?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1607814871836470150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/into-your-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1607814871836470150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1607814871836470150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/into-your-arms.html' title='Into your arms.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6993627052895492400</id><published>2009-09-24T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:55:09.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lay my love on you</title><content type='html'>Went to Nette's house just now. Her mum's funny:D We met J after that to get guitar strings. Then we went back to her house for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only came back to school after recess cause I felt sick in morning:/ Anyone, what's the homework? Hmmm, when I called out to Jacq, both Grace and Jacq got a shock. And like the four of them went Ohmygosh (Jacq, Grace, Nette, Stelle) -.- Like as if I just rose from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how was HHF today for the Sec 2s. Hopefully it was good. I'm so sorry Cheryl bout the Lit text. Thank you so much anyway(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well you stood there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With me in the doorway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hands shake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not usually this way but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You pull me in and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a little more brave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the first kiss,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's flawless,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really something,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's fearless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6993627052895492400?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6993627052895492400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lay-my-love-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6993627052895492400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6993627052895492400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lay-my-love-on-you.html' title='I lay my love on you'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8376762050425612313</id><published>2009-09-20T11:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:45:20.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS Next Wave.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's dance reflection was awesome. The techniques are there. Hmmm, opening item was choreographed by Zaki(: The transitions and moves were great! "Crush Blush" really left an impact on me. It's how in primary school its just all about puppy love while when you move on, there's lust. But overall, it looked fun and cheeky:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The finale item was impressing as well due to the sharp movements and synchronisation(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the curtain call, it was quite hilarious cause Zaki was holding this usual Armani Exchange bag and an umbrella. I think he should have tons of all these funny stuff at home including the mic and the hat we gave him(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went for supper! :D 11 of us. And we ate and left as we all had to catch the last train and bus. Its like we sat that discussing bout what route should we take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, let the pictures talk bout the performance at the MOE workplan seminar. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrTW0UIiI/AAAAAAAAASM/kqUTl9AKq70/s1600-h/Celestial2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383397278622163490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrTW0UIiI/AAAAAAAAASM/kqUTl9AKq70/s400/Celestial2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you promised me forever more;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrRtUNPFI/AAAAAAAAARs/pu6H2V8GcYk/s1600-h/Celestail4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383397250301770834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrRtUNPFI/AAAAAAAAARs/pu6H2V8GcYk/s400/Celestail4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made me &lt;s&gt;un&lt;/s&gt;beautiful;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrR7KuB3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/sqy2G1Kcc9Q/s1600-h/Celestial1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383397254020073330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrR7KuB3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/sqy2G1Kcc9Q/s400/Celestial1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me smile;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrSXDXXII/AAAAAAAAAR8/w8sxMJBCR3U/s1600-h/Celestial3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383397261505420418" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrSXDXXII/AAAAAAAAAR8/w8sxMJBCR3U/s400/Celestial3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was you and me against the world;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrS8XAmEI/AAAAAAAAASE/d8IRnZHtNaM/s1600-h/Celestial5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383397271519926338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrS8XAmEI/AAAAAAAAASE/d8IRnZHtNaM/s400/Celestial5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8376762050425612313?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8376762050425612313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/nus-next-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8376762050425612313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8376762050425612313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/nus-next-wave.html' title='NUS Next Wave.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SrWrTW0UIiI/AAAAAAAAASM/kqUTl9AKq70/s72-c/Celestial2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8475165001684643569</id><published>2009-09-19T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:02:16.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was you and me against the world.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, heading to "The Next Wave" by the NUS Dance(: Nic's coming over later. She just woke up -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, sorry bout being pissed at you just now, Jona:( I was sorta like deep in my thoughts cause I can't seem to figure things out. Sorraye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here's for _____ )&lt;br /&gt;Some things are just not right if I have it now. I'm sorry that I have to put things on hold for you. Time is what I would love to have right now. Cause I just got out of something that I knew I shouldn't have started. I guess I don't really much regret of the decision I've made. Since I suggested something, I should be responsible for it. (Unlike that someone and my phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, things are smooth now. But sometimes I wonder how things are on your side. It doesn't really matter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were doing alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In those days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yhere were beautiful nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the scars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your heart blinded you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a thing I could do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it was coming. But it's over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8475165001684643569?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8475165001684643569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-you-and-me-against-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8475165001684643569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8475165001684643569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-you-and-me-against-world.html' title='It was you and me against the world.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6596668150834691836</id><published>2009-09-12T01:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:57:11.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's fading away, leaving memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really hate you Jacqueline Chen Mei Ting. YOU. BETTER. WATCH. OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Megan&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't even know you existed but I've come across your name before. Well, it was because of the English workshop that we met. I love your laughter, your ideas and most of all.. Your enthusiasm. The first official 'project' we did together was the piano piece. I must say, you're musically inclined(: Guitar, piano, drums. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time where we did King Lear at my place? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the card you gave me, it's pretty. And it's still with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in talking to you, getting to know you more each time. You aren't afraid to show who you are and how you feel. Hmmm, I'm not surprised to see you on a emotional rollercoaster ride though(: But we all do have our ups and downs, don't we girl? Although I haven't known you for very long, we sure have grown much closer together. Like the message, "&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When strangers become friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." I believe the happiness you have given me cannot be replaced with someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megalith; It's just originally you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see you leave, but its for the best isn't it? (: Don't worry. You'll still be my lover&amp;amp;*ucktard(: Going somewhere totally different and unfamiliar. It's time to adapt, Megan. All the best in whatever you're gonna do and break a leg:D Thank you so much for the past experience(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be missed:(&lt;br /&gt;No more contagious laughter.&lt;br /&gt;No more long luminous coloured letters.&lt;br /&gt;No more scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;No more King Lear discussion.&lt;br /&gt;No more hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanted you to &lt;strong&gt;stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cause I'm not &lt;strong&gt;leaving &lt;/strong&gt;you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hold on to me and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just gonna have to let you go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;You were here just yesterday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ru&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Up (Galen, Leonard, Yanyi)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Vivo (Yanyi)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Dance Flick (Yanyi, J&amp;amp;dudes)&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - Dance, Lunch (Celestial) , (Megan, Nic, Yanyi, J)&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Study (Nic, J)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to blog. Like to the max. I was talking to Nat Poh just now. Nonsensical girl. I don't know bout tomorrow. I don't even think I can wake up. -.- I needa get my headgear and stuff secured on my head with my bun of which looks like the size of a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;siew mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; instead of a proper bun:/ Damn it. This is our LAST performance together:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything's fading away, leaving &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6596668150834691836?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6596668150834691836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/everythings-fading-away-leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6596668150834691836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6596668150834691836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/everythings-fading-away-leaving.html' title='Everything&apos;s fading away, leaving memories.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3327254259898669634</id><published>2009-09-01T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:49:12.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3877875038_7e9f55d969.jpg" width="300" height="250" alt="I Love Jacq!" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-3327254259898669634?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3327254259898669634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3327254259898669634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3327254259898669634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-funny.html' title='So Funny!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3877875038_7e9f55d969_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6884460704127342740</id><published>2009-09-01T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:51:26.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmmm, I just had my brunch(: And I've gotten advice from someone. I think, I understand whar he's trying to convey. At least, I get a part of it. It was in chinese. Hahaha, I'll ask my mum tonight(: Anw, yesterday was Zena's birthday celebration. Teehee. It was quite fun cause I was towering over Jacq and Grace. Oh, we saw Sheryl Phua before that. I think she was like I think they're from my school? HAHA, kidding(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amanda's gonna join tuition(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Good job dancers! Since we've finished the teachers' day project, we'll move on yeah? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hold on to me and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hold on to me and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hold on to me and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hold on to me and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6884460704127342740?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6884460704127342740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6884460704127342740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6884460704127342740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6207441138947754073</id><published>2009-08-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:07:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal the World.</title><content type='html'>Zomg, I was watching the concert of MJ just now. It was the bomb. Love it(: His signature moonwalk made the fans wild. Hmmm, I liked you are not alone:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome shit. I'll be going out with Nic tomorrow(: MY asshole partner. Anw, I feel like getting the topshop shoes. But I don't know if I should. It's quite cool, although I might get caught if I wear it to school:/ I haven't really been updating my blog. Let's see what happened. This whole week was dance that I had to cancel plans that was already made. Sorry:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I wanna go for the contemp and breakdancing(b-boying) workshop in October. Held in the Esplanade Rehearsal Studio. Jul and I have actually checked out the registration for the contemp workshop and there are like criterias that we have to fulfill before we can get the tickets. It's sorta like an interview. And you've to list your dance background and why you wanted to join the workshop before you are actually selected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm old:X I don't know if I still can execute the handspring that I'm supposed to do in the hall. -.- The floor is super slippery. I'm done for. I found out a new theory! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Retardibility is interchangable, as stated in the Steven's law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that. TEEHEE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I count down the days&lt;br /&gt;Until we say &lt;s&gt;goodbye&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a way&lt;br /&gt;That I could just stop time&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;br /&gt;Summer nights we spent together&lt;br /&gt;On my car&lt;br /&gt;Counting stars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6207441138947754073?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6207441138947754073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/heal-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6207441138947754073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6207441138947754073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/heal-world.html' title='Heal the World.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-5685297652885260745</id><published>2009-08-27T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:09:38.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all.</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda exhausted. AND. I'm on the phone right now. Well, I hate shouting at people who can't do it. But I at least &lt;b&gt;TRY&lt;/b&gt;. Attitude wise, we'll talk bout it soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm lazy and lazy. Okay whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s The Queen's father says, "Pokemon rocks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-5685297652885260745?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/5685297652885260745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/pokemon-gotta-catch-em-all_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5685297652885260745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5685297652885260745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/pokemon-gotta-catch-em-all_27.html' title='Pokemon, gotta catch &apos;em all.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7626893962679311833</id><published>2009-08-19T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:31:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexplained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things seem different. Different when someone who you've been talking to 24/7, isn't there. But that one person has never been replaced. I heard this phrase in a prayer, "Let us not be fearful of showing of our weaknesses." It was meaningful. My life changed from the past. I've seen so much more. Many to accept, many to adapt to. Well, these things are the ones which make you grow as a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Perhaps I received the wrong message that day. &lt;strong&gt;It.Is.Not.&lt;em&gt;Over&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay maybe I said, "I'm so over it." It was to spite you. Should've seen Far's reaction. (She looked like as if she's the one in the relationship) At least the air is kinda clearer now. Hopefully, people get what I'm trying to get at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anw, dance was good today. At least we got 2 combi done. And halfway through Miss Wee's. Attendance was BAD this week. I guess partly was cause of invest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;AND. I can't I got kicked out of class on Monday for Chem Prac. -.- URGH. It wasn't even my fault. I wasn't angry at Kah Hui for poking that burette into my whatever. But the fact that I got kicked out of the class because I was MISUNDERSTOOD. What can I say? Power and status ARE important isn't it? Well, not being hungry for power, this is what I get. No point explaining when one doesn't want to listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guess that essay mode is getting to me. Too much essays for the week. Chem test tomorrow. Great job, I'm gonna fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the time? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was cycling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you were rollerblading. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd secretly kiss, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind their backs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recollections and memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're going to be relived again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7626893962679311833?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7626893962679311833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/unexplained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7626893962679311833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7626893962679311833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/unexplained.html' title='Unexplained.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7018563371188772410</id><published>2009-08-19T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:31:04.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss JacquelineChenMeiting manymany!</title><content type='html'>Howhowhow! I think I'm gonna have a breakdown! I cant stand it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;JacqTheAwesome&amp;Kewl&amp;Supercalerfragerlisticexpielidoucious has &lt;b&gt;7 days MC&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna survive those 7 days without JacqTheAwesome&amp;Kewl&amp;Supercalerfragerlisticexpielidoucious?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can, I think I can!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH I THINK I CANT!&lt;br /&gt;I just cant live without JacqTheAwesome&amp;Kewl&amp;Supercalerfragerlisticexpielidoucious luh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7018563371188772410?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7018563371188772410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-jacquelinechenmeiting-manymany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7018563371188772410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7018563371188772410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-jacquelinechenmeiting-manymany.html' title='I Miss JacquelineChenMeiting manymany!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8323678555117710868</id><published>2009-08-16T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:55:19.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskin(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's time for something new. Thus, I changed my blogskin(: Sometimes, you get so sick of something you'd wanna change it. And I'm quite sick of my blog. Stupid kids playing:/ I'm supposed to write an essay on marriage now. But there just seem to be so many things to write about. And I was so enthusiastic just now. But I'm backfiring:X I can't wait for next Friday(: And thursday of course, to meet the Queen's father. HAHA *Hint hint wink wink* Bring your textbook, or I'm gonna punch you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, Nic, Yanyi and I met Ruth on Friday. She gave me shock(: We used to talk a lot during dance man. During Ballet. The one thing that has never changed is that I'm still taller than her:DDD If you're reading this, Ruth, you should be happy for me. HAHA, okay just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could only sing you sad songs&lt;br /&gt;And you could sing along&lt;br /&gt;And you could see the melody&lt;br /&gt;That's been calling out your wrongs&lt;br /&gt;And this never will be right with me&lt;br /&gt;And now you're trying to desperately&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say&lt;br /&gt;But i never told you everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing hope and fading dreams&lt;br /&gt;And every single memory along the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8323678555117710868?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8323678555117710868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogskin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8323678555117710868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8323678555117710868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogskin.html' title='Blogskin(:'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8267881800878661106</id><published>2009-08-10T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:03:15.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pokemon Song! (Inspired by Mr Lua)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm tired:/ Met Songwei at City Hall today. Lunched at Subway. Copy the queen man, eat subway melt. Jona and his friend(I'm so sorry I don't know you name:/) later came over to songwei's house to join us. Before they arrived, we were like playing truth or dare. And I ended up hugging his brother -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anw, the dudes could play guitar. Wth. The strings hate me I swear. Jona and friend left early cause she had to be home. And then we were kinda bored. And went online and stuff. Then Songwei's mum came back and I had to say hi. Then she asked me some stuff. I didn't know what to say man -.- Moments of awkwardness. We were gonna go down and we met his dad. "You need the car? To take her out?" HAHAHA. So funnaye. We were both like, "No?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gotta run. See y'all! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8267881800878661106?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8267881800878661106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/pokemon-song-inspired-by-mr-lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8267881800878661106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8267881800878661106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/pokemon-song-inspired-by-mr-lua.html' title='The Pokemon Song! (Inspired by Mr Lua)'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6509606988886177882</id><published>2009-08-08T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:32:53.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sn00U6GNIKI/AAAAAAAAARk/lmrBjJ5bRNg/s1600-h/6131_111776858284_545053284_2327121_1042396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367503864692809890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sn00U6GNIKI/AAAAAAAAARk/lmrBjJ5bRNg/s400/6131_111776858284_545053284_2327121_1042396_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whoa. So glamorous. Obviously, I took it with Olanda's cam(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sn00Uo7qXCI/AAAAAAAAARc/vsFS7Dav12g/s1600-h/6131_111776548284_545053284_2327120_5393159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367503860085185570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sn00Uo7qXCI/AAAAAAAAARc/vsFS7Dav12g/s400/6131_111776548284_545053284_2327120_5393159_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic's the photographer:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sn00A7bdyNI/AAAAAAAAARU/jxck2DspUgs/s1600-h/6131_111776858284_545053284_2327121_1042396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was just searching for choreos on youtube and I'd thought of the cool mint kids. All of them are super talented and awesome. I'm lazy to upload so I'll just leave the link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGQuXC70Y3g"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th May '09; Cool Mint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They actually came to Singapore on 28th June this year. Wtf was I doing man:/ From what I've heard, they're from 11 - 13 year old girls forming a dance crew. Elegant sharp movements and facial expressions(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh right, we went out yesterday. As in, Joanne, Nicole, Olanda, Jonathan, Songwei and I. First we went to Olanda's house to change then we cabbed to town. We had Jap food for lunch. After finishing we went to meet up with Songwei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We walked around and took candid shots. There was this lame convo when Songwei commented bout something negatively then this girl who walked passed us and said, "I don't care about your comment." Or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And only Jona and I started cracking up like mad cows. The rest just looked at and gave the WTH face:/ Its quite funny though. The barker boys asked us why we said hi when we saw someone we knew. Cause, I don't know. Don't be rude and give the wrong impression I guess. Olanda had to leave early with her mum. And so, it's only left with the 5 of us. We sat down and talked for a while and left after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S Nic! Don't look so sad. Cheer up kay? (: Text me, love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cause I'm not comin' back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm closing the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I used to be trippin' over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Missin' you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I'm not anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got the picture phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby your picture's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Couldn't stand to see your smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every time you dialed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6509606988886177882?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6509606988886177882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6509606988886177882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6509606988886177882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sn00U6GNIKI/AAAAAAAAARk/lmrBjJ5bRNg/s72-c/6131_111776858284_545053284_2327121_1042396_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7782465336500146808</id><published>2009-08-02T00:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:21:48.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance like no one's watching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SnR3x7k-3FI/AAAAAAAAARE/Mip4NQXj2S0/s1600-h/Dance_by_anisprodigy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365044755795205202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SnR3x7k-3FI/AAAAAAAAARE/Mip4NQXj2S0/s400/Dance_by_anisprodigy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was watching the choreography of Rite of Spring by Pina Bausch just now. Awesome. I'm not going to upload the video here because the content was rather inappropriate. So I'll just leave the link where I mention the tributes to Pina Bausch(: Watch it and you'll understand why its impactful. If you observe closely, you can see the stains on the dancers' clothings. The main reason is because the stage was filled with soil. Soil on Stage. The dancers had to spin on it. I don't think the point here was that the dancers had to be synchronised. It was the way they executed their steps. The thrust and the certain amount of energy that was given in each step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXVuVQuMvgA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tributes to Pina Bausch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - German Dance Legend:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Phyllis was so touched that I was the first one to wish her Happy Birthday(: Of course, I called her. She'll give me a hug on monday(: Rina was talking to me bout her iPhone and Torres. HAHA, so interesting. And I'm like the first to talk to her for 24h non-stop. As in messaging. Then we talked bout the future and how it was different in theatre acting and TV. Well, its so much more different. I'm sure she knows what I'm talking bout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the one that I've tried to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Write over and over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But You sing to me over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And over and over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7782465336500146808?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7782465336500146808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-like-no-ones-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7782465336500146808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7782465336500146808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-like-no-ones-watching.html' title='Dance like no one&apos;s watching.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SnR3x7k-3FI/AAAAAAAAARE/Mip4NQXj2S0/s72-c/Dance_by_anisprodigy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1568927399805691029</id><published>2009-07-31T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:23:00.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutations to the day(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had bloody 2.4 today. I died cause my ankle:/ Anw, Bel Neo was so nice to help me get ice and  water(: Thank you. AND, someone took my water and wallet up. I don't know who, but thanks(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There's like Lit workshop at CJ today. So interesting. With people like Ming En and Cheryl, okay, basically its just Mingen herself. She's like the joker:/ The facil-Shane- was so embarrassed when she said age so loudly. Straight after Mr D said the answer. Quite funnaye though. It was loads of fun. OH. A funny convo goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Shane: I live in ___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Mingen: Oh can take bus number ___ to that place! And can take ___ to _____. And ____ to _______.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Shane: You make it sound like your father's like a bus conductor. "Memorise these bus numbers and where it goes. You can't have you dinner until you memorise it. And your dad will ask you where does number 7 go and you say holland v."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Mingen: But 7 goes to Pasir Ris(If i'm not wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Omggg, she's damn retarded! All actions and what, objectives. LIT BOMB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh and Royston Tan came over to our school. The short films are so awesome. Phyllis's row was so emotional. And we got teary:( Oh well. I still have Mingen's pics. I'll upload soon(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I used to be love drunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(but now I'm hungover) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love you forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But now I'm sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys like Girls pwned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1568927399805691029?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1568927399805691029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/salutations-to-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1568927399805691029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1568927399805691029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/salutations-to-day.html' title='Salutations to the day(:'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-768572084649661897</id><published>2009-07-26T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:11:02.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alright, It's Okay. (Man, I'm hungry:/)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just came back from my cousin(ELITE)'s party. And I'm dead:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, I feel like ranting bout my thoughts on things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Basically, you're out of my life. I guess you won't be here when things hit pit bottom. Hopefully, it gives you hell:) At the same time, I'm welcoming people into my life. People that give a shit. Unlike you. Hmmm, why? Cause you weren't meant to be here. You made the picture look awkward and weird. Or should I say bad? OH. And do not have a high ego just cause you think you're cute, handsome or whatever you think of yourself. &lt;strong&gt;Cause.I.Can't.Stand.It.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't ever tell me what to do. You have no rights to. BTW, even if you do. &lt;strong&gt;Freedom of speech comes with&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;consequences, I must emphasize&lt;/strong&gt;. And no one ever needs your negative and unconstructive comments. AND YES. One thing you ever said that's right, "How do I live without you is just a feeling." Its not even a feeling now. Its just a mere passing remark. Whooo, I'm so over it. I feel like I've wasted so much time. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To think that I actually thought you're a true gentleman. More like EW.(Like I said before, eternal wannabe) Its just not in your subconscious mind eh? Damn, I should've known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause you're just another picture to burn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whatever dude. We'll see after your exams. Good luck. I'm sure you'll pass with flying colours, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARLING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ooh, yes. Pictures:) The rest are with my uncle:/ &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5pXPE4RI/AAAAAAAAAP8/99liXCRLvgQ/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795007810265362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5pXPE4RI/AAAAAAAAAP8/99liXCRLvgQ/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5pvfiktI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oP-_7YTEW44/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795014321771218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5pvfiktI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oP-_7YTEW44/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5p2NaqQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RbUFre8WxC4/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795016124803330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5p2NaqQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RbUFre8WxC4/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5qCXdBII/AAAAAAAAAQU/fm9-fadAQvc/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795019388126338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5qCXdBII/AAAAAAAAAQU/fm9-fadAQvc/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And yes, they are jap(: (This guy went up to ask us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx6Hhh_nyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o8hnfi3dfmM/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795525970042658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx6Hhh_nyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o8hnfi3dfmM/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx6IC4KGnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ozAYTUNZ5MU/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795534921374322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx6IC4KGnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ozAYTUNZ5MU/s400/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx6IXlPUiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FXt66jfILNE/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795540479169058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx6IXlPUiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FXt66jfILNE/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx6IiANDyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UmDuwGXFOKc/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795543276621602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx6IiANDyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UmDuwGXFOKc/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess the craziness just runs in genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just.Look.At.Her.Face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just love this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's Alright, It's OK - Ashley Tisdale:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To talk it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause its too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To proceed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And slowly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took your words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No looking back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont regret, no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will find my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still I have to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our bridge has burned down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You played me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Betrayed me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love was nothing but a game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portrait a role&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took control, I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't help but fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I see things clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our bridge has burned down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't waste your fiction tears on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just save them for someone in need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Way to late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm closing the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our bridge has burned down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-768572084649661897?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/768572084649661897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-alright-its-okay-man-im-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/768572084649661897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/768572084649661897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-alright-its-okay-man-im-hungry.html' title='It&apos;s Alright, It&apos;s Okay. (Man, I&apos;m hungry:/)'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Smx5pXPE4RI/AAAAAAAAAP8/99liXCRLvgQ/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2159875558437786913</id><published>2009-07-25T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:38:37.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright, it's okay.</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to upload pictures:) Whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, yesterday we went to CJ for and English workshop and it was rather embarrassing. Because intelligent petrina went to ask a guy where the ladies was. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to suceed in academic examinations it is necessary to study. Therefore if a student works hard in a particular subject he/she should do well when it comes to the examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the following best describes the flaw in the argument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) It assumes that it is necessary to study in order to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) It overestimates the value of studying in preparation for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) It ignores the fact some subjects are more academic than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) It assumes that studying hard is a sufficient condition for academic success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) It ignores the fact that some students do not need to study very much in order to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNDG7rdjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2tRzI0SvNpM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362323759622223410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNDG7rdjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2tRzI0SvNpM/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNCo4h_II/AAAAAAAAAPM/oMT0vFAam8w/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362323751555955842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNCo4h_II/AAAAAAAAAPM/oMT0vFAam8w/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNCQEN9WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VB9fIdPUe0c/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362323744894088546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNCQEN9WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VB9fIdPUe0c/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNDQ5PKRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7ZznJiMpCWk/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362323762296334610" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNDQ5PKRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7ZznJiMpCWk/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNCEisBVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/XFZbC3AuN_s/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362323741800662354" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNCEisBVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/XFZbC3AuN_s/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrOYMSa5VI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tSRt3hTR_w0/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362325221348664658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrOYMSa5VI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tSRt3hTR_w0/s200/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrOX47Z7wI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ChvEuw80eLM/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362325216151858946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrOX47Z7wI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ChvEuw80eLM/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrOXkZj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GVtg_uzNrK4/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362325210641193362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrOXkZj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GVtg_uzNrK4/s200/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2159875558437786913?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2159875558437786913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-supposed-to-upload-pictures-whooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2159875558437786913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2159875558437786913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-supposed-to-upload-pictures-whooo.html' title='It&apos;s alright, it&apos;s okay.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SmrNDG7rdjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2tRzI0SvNpM/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-5400875952541215928</id><published>2009-07-21T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:06:09.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nette! You bit me:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay. I just read Nette(Lynette)'s blog:/ I'm quite ah-nnoyed of people being so irresponsible. And guess what. I agree that there's tons of unwanted irresponsible people. One word: &lt;strong&gt;Whatever.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nette you can like have credits for like this post. Cause I think half of what you said on your blog is true and I guess its more than half. Well, why people are like that? Or just referring to Marcus himself. Hmmm, I don't know whether its worth it for you to actually give a damn about assholes but if you do. It'll be the situation of which you're in now -.- Of which, people can take advantage of the situation and you'll be on the losing end. And now, I can actually agree with the statement that Goneril and Regan are true representatives of women. That is if you bother to use him instead of helping him. Unless you wanna help him without getting benefits. Oh well, I'm ranting again. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, the worst thing today was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I sent my speech to the wrong email. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That totally pwned me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I love my new phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE TOMORROW(:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know if I'm looking forward to it. I'm beat:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-5400875952541215928?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/5400875952541215928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/nette-you-bit-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5400875952541215928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5400875952541215928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/nette-you-bit-me.html' title='Nette! You bit me:/'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1748078705037584930</id><published>2009-07-19T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:48:42.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mua to the haha.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the following contents for those who don't know how to read chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I know its freaking funny. Credits to ANG KAH HUI&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在很无聊！无聊透顶！没有东西做。。。所以才在这里打字-.- 对不会读华文的人，我很抱歉。应为没事干，所以才来练习华文 :p 忘了跟你说，我是一个疯子！所以你可以选着不去理我。好，我现在有话想跟你说。我现在想对你说一句话。在我心里觉得很难受，一定要说出来，要不然日子会很难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只想告诉你！任何人都不需要知道这件事。我是真心的，全心全意的对你说：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我吃饱没事做！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this to my mummy. And she called me a lunatic! -.- Not my fault what. It's from Kah Hui. AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Eunice Annabel Babe Lim. How could you do that to me. To think I trusted you. Galen thought you lost your phone! We thought you wouldn't use those hokkien vulgarities. :/ I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Hello, Eunice are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;E: *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Never mind. I knew it was you. Mua to the haha to the *aha. Woohoo. Jacq totaly couldn't get over this. Wthhh:/ Speak of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen's blog is so nicely decorated. Whoohoo. I love it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1748078705037584930?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1748078705037584930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/mua-to-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1748078705037584930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1748078705037584930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/mua-to-haha.html' title='Mua to the haha.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6659952654863743908</id><published>2009-07-19T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:09:11.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna cut my hair :OOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just read Jacq's old post(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Freaking funny. Now I know what she does in old times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh talking bout blog posts, yesterday Jacq was like reading Kah Hui's posts to me. AND. I didn't even know Kah hui has a blog. -.- Don't know which idiot told that she doesn't really use her comp. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kah hui is seriously damn retarded. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly out of line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And drifting closer in your sights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So play it out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m wide awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s a scene about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s something in your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now someone is gonna pay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you can’t get what you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it’s all because of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6659952654863743908?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6659952654863743908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-cut-my-hair-ooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6659952654863743908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6659952654863743908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-cut-my-hair-ooo.html' title='I wanna cut my hair :OOO'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4890657541429002953</id><published>2009-07-18T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:36:12.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quoted from Mervelle, "I thought those people were so nice. I wouldn't know if they hated me. Ohmygosh, so scary. " HAHA, she sounded so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I didn't even know that racial harmony day was yesterday until galen told me -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Megan is driving me nuts with her smileys. Its like she can type so many for just a sentence. :O Oh yeah, she's bored. Geog is quite screwed. Some of us had to redo it. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna watch Harry Potter! :/ Although they spoiled the ending for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Julyn: So Dumbledore died right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tabitha: Yah, the movie sucked. And they just showed him falling off and "pop"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gosh. Fame is coming up. Another dance movie. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4890657541429002953?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4890657541429002953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/quoted-from-mervelle-i-thought-those.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4890657541429002953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4890657541429002953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/quoted-from-mervelle-i-thought-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-343510958569463545</id><published>2009-07-14T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:08:42.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The choices in life.</title><content type='html'>I woke up with someone on the phone: "HELLO IS THIS RUHUI?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like huh, question mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny scene/convo goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm sleeping &amp;amp; the phone rang so I picked up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: HELLO IS THIS RUHUI?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh, yeah. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Can you speak louder? I can't hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who are you uh? I'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;*I think my phone was on full volume that I almost wen deaf*&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Oh sorry, this is Rachel. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh hi, Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: What do we wear tomorrow? House T-shirt and pants?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. yeah. I don't know what to wear for the bottoms eh.&lt;br /&gt;C: Yeah, tracks like a bit retarded uh. :/&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah luh, I also don't know what to wear. Maybe jeans. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god you woke me up, Rachel. Or I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can't remember what happened. I wanted to go back to sleep. BUT. Thinking of Emath. I live in fear. I'd better go do. Cause Today, Miss C gave us 2 choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: MJ gave you 2 choices: Black or white. So you cannot choose grey. And now, I give you two choices, rad or degree. And you choose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I've got two choices yet again: Do or Die. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much evaluation: I BETTER DO. CAUSE I'M STILL STAYING BACK FOR MATH TO SEE MISS C. HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye boobs:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-343510958569463545?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/343510958569463545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/choices-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/343510958569463545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/343510958569463545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/choices-in-life.html' title='The choices in life.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-227504621327371289</id><published>2009-07-14T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:49:48.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so dead. :X</title><content type='html'>Galen sent me home from school today. And when we went up, I thought my brother was not home so I asked him outta the lift. But then he suddenly said you're so dead:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my bro was actually sitting on the couch and smiling at us. My first reaction was to laugh. Cause Galen was in an awkward position. I left my baggg in the house before sending him to the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thanks for the Little Miss and Mr Men file. I didn't lie to you okay. Its cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if nutto had sent me the music for HHF. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-227504621327371289?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/227504621327371289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-so-dead-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/227504621327371289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/227504621327371289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-so-dead-x.html' title='You&apos;re so dead. :X'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7679433394277716502</id><published>2009-07-12T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:15:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture To Burn&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dang it. I'm quite sick of updating my blog. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anw, Jacq thinks I'm inspired of being a mum not a baby is because of the baby we saw at Delifrance the other day. Omg, touch wood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lunched with Jacq, Gwace, Jiawen, Zena on Friday. It was quite retarded. Why? Cause Zena's there. :O Truth be told, its actually Jacq and Grace. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I.Met.A.Woman.That.Has.Hell.Load.Of.Contradictions. *HINT HINK WINK WINK* Pmo, how dare she insult and brainwashed the class that SYF dancers are irresponsible. And skip class cause of dance. We don't skip class cause of AYG, we were sick. And Miss N told us to be socially responsible, isn't it? :D For your information, we were sick. And you told us to delete your number and would not attend to any of our calls. Thus we respected your decision. And now YOU'RE telling us to call YOU and to tell YOU that we're sick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oxymoron. &lt;strong&gt;"Thy wit will not go slipshod." ~Arden Shakespeare :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;State the obvious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't get my perfect fantasy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realized you love yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More that you could ever love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So go and tell your friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'm obsessive and crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's fine, I'll tell mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gay and by the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate that stupid old pickup truck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never let me drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a redneck, heartbreak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's really bad at lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So watch me strike a matc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As far as I'm concerned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just another picture to burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no time for tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just sitting here planning my revenge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing stopping me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From going out with all of your best friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you come around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying sorry to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My daddy's going to show you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How sorry you'll be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never let me drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a redneck, heartbreak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's really bad at lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so watch me strike a match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As far as I'm concerned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just another picture to burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you're missing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You better keep it to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause coming back around here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would be bad for your health&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never let me drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a redneck, heartbreak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's really bad at lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So watch me strike a match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In case you haven't heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really, really hate that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid old pickup truck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never let me drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;re a redneck, heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's really bad at lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So watch me strike a match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As far as I'm concerned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just another picture to burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burn, burn, burn, baby burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just another picture to burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P.S Katy Perry's on August issue of Seventeen! Ohemgee&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SlmpbPDksLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ajxRjq7Fj5A/s1600-h/W10T4R7P_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357499517096997042" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SlmpbPDksLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ajxRjq7Fj5A/s400/W10T4R7P_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7679433394277716502?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7679433394277716502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-to-burn3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7679433394277716502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7679433394277716502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-to-burn3.html' title='Picture To Burn&lt;3'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SlmpbPDksLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ajxRjq7Fj5A/s72-c/W10T4R7P_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-862113454947400893</id><published>2009-07-10T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:36:43.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱陈美婷</title><content type='html'>I LOVE KUTTI PI! (go google it.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;harlequin babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found my life goal, I inspire to be a mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-862113454947400893?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/862113454947400893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/862113454947400893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/862113454947400893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='我爱陈美婷'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-632555804249476281</id><published>2009-07-08T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:30:10.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;AYG closing ceremony = Last dance for celestial? :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There's so much to talk about. But I'm so lazy to type. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I bet Jacq loves me. Teehee, she helped me with the blogsong(:(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stelle, I want the 700++ photos. SEE. I told you not to drink my water. I'm sick now you're sick too. You must be wondering how I survived. That's what you get when you don't listen to Ru Hui. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I missed the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you tried to make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Feel as comfortable as possible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I felt sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have to admit;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-632555804249476281?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/632555804249476281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-last-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/632555804249476281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/632555804249476281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-last-dance.html' title='One Last Dance.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6978836979314684358</id><published>2009-07-04T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:22:44.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the storm.</title><content type='html'>Sleeping away your troubles helps huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came a shocking news yesterday. Of which was misunderstanding. That made me cry OTS in macs. Leaving the dancers stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscommunications do happen. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so.. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that suck (I'm talking bout the badge that Nic has from Jeremy, "Shit happens"):&lt;br /&gt;- Syf showcase is cancelled&lt;br /&gt;- I need new slacks&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping away my troubles&lt;br /&gt;- MJ's dead&lt;br /&gt;- Cheenapiang homework -.-&lt;br /&gt;- Lyrics in JB album are wrong and I'm talking about half the songs:@:@:@:@:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still one thing I haven't mentioned. And I'm fcking pissed off. No, upset. Whatever. It's just a darn negative feeling. :((( That point I haven't mentioned really upsets me. Sigh. I really don't know what to do. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You. Should. Disappear. From. This. World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6978836979314684358?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6978836979314684358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/before-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6978836979314684358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6978836979314684358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/before-storm.html' title='Before the storm.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3813401630358031948</id><published>2009-07-02T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:51:56.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the perfect rainbow never looked so dull;</title><content type='html'>FINALLY GOT MY LINES, VINES AND TRYING TIMES. Awesome shitzxzx. Thanks EEZIL:D So awesomely awesome. Anw, haven't been blogging since school started. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First practise for SYF after a whole month. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaki came. Whooo. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Do you run in by the front or back?&lt;br /&gt;N(ic): Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Z: What's yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, nic is ever so funny. -.- I think she's just overly scareddd. Or PARANOID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Eunice, Bel and Jasmine. Quite interesting to see how they interact. Hmmm, coincidentally met Maria M. in the lift. Then we met Bernard. EH. It's the other way round. Confused much. Haven't really been paying attention to things much except for when I'm in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get ear studs today with Jacq. And I saw some person at KFC whom didn't wanna come with us at first, its your nature isn't it? To lie that you ain't wanna go out? Hah, yes yes. I'll answer that for you. Best of all, I'm sitting next to you in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, many things happened this week. Fran keeps telling me people's talking bout my scandal. Well, I don't give a damn. It's what they say, why get affected? (: Don't worry, Fran. Sometimes might knock me down, but just gotta keep going(: Sounds familiar? Oh yes, M. J seems quite interested in my piercing. I guess cause she has one like mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Hi, M. j.&lt;br /&gt;M. j: Oh hi. You got to take that off. (Piercing)&lt;br /&gt;R: Sorry but I can't. I just got it. I'm intending to take it off and replace it with an ear stick next week I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;M. j: Wait till you get caught. (in a casual way) So does it hurt when you pierced?&lt;br /&gt;R: Nope?&lt;br /&gt;*M. j giving that O.o face like weird yet surprised I guess"&lt;br /&gt;M. j: So how do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;R: HAHA, i don't sleep on this ear then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we started having our normal school convo with Jacq. She's like so cool(: Lovehertothemax. I mean M. j not Jacq. Okay, I think Ilovejacqtothemaxtoo. :D Pwned(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Should give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Standin' out in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Need to know if it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cause I will leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm flooded with all this pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Knowing I'll never hold &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Before the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-3813401630358031948?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3813401630358031948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-perfect-rainbow-never-looked-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3813401630358031948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3813401630358031948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-perfect-rainbow-never-looked-so.html' title='And the perfect rainbow never looked so dull;'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4477184217272792262</id><published>2009-06-26T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:11:36.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the bay where the nights are gay:D I want my bloody bubbles:(((</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yowza. Just came back from Pasir Ris Park with Galen, Jasmine and Bernard. Teehee. So fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Met Galen at his house at 9.30. -.- Super early. Then we headed off to meet Jasmine and Bernard at 1.30pm. Jasmine was actually betting that Galen's gonna wear singlet. Aparrently, he wore shirt instead:/ Cause he left his singlets at his other place. Muddlehead. Anw, being so persistent and determined at first, Jasmine and I decided to rollerblade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the end, the guys were like pulling us with their bikes. HAHA. Oops, yeah. I was damn tired. So I exchanged with Galen for his bike. I think he died. Cause my blades were small. So nice of him:D Went around for a while. Okay maybe not a while but for like 2 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We decided to go "swimming" It was just like soaking into the water. But it was freaking funny, aye. Jasmine and I wanted to splash Bernard. But he decided to be brave and die in his own hands. HAHA. Funny shitxzx. I guess the guys refuse to get deeper into the water so we did the "threatening". Mission complete(: We went in deeper into the water so they would come. Blast. Quite amusing. But Galen sounded really serious bout asking us to come back. :O So did Bernard. I kinda like asked him to sing "Baby, come back to me" by Vanessa Hudgens to Jasmine. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pictures are with Jasmine(I swear the guys have spasm) Upload them soon babe. Kay, love you muchhh;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think about you in the summertime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And all the good times we had, baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Been a few years and I can't deny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The thought of you still makes me crazy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think about you in the summertime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm sittin' here in the sun with you on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're my, my summertime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4477184217272792262?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4477184217272792262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-bay-where-nights-are-gayd-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4477184217272792262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4477184217272792262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-bay-where-nights-are-gayd-i-want.html' title='Down the bay where the nights are gay:D I want my bloody bubbles:((('/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6385210572523374474</id><published>2009-06-23T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:23:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Urgh. You just fucking spoiled the night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I totally appreciated it. Your insensitivity. Please, stop being so self-centred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You don't see what others do for you and you always think that whatever you did was so much of an effort. If you want to do it, then you should do it without whining. You never seen how people cared for you huh? Seriously, I'm fucking hell pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh yes. Stop trying to be a joker. The nonsense you claim to know. You don't know me well enough huh? So stop assuming. By the way, if you think meeting me is time wasting, then stop wasting your time. Whatever man. Do what you want. Anything you decide is the right choice and that would also shut you up from complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Megan Foo, I like the word you used, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucktard&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sure. Cheers to fucktards. Buh-bye world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*P.s New record on the phone: Consecutive 6hours 15min with Jacqueline.Chen.Mei.Ting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ignore me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't want me there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just shut me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ignore me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd just shut me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6385210572523374474?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6385210572523374474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/urgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6385210572523374474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6385210572523374474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8549895018777498953</id><published>2009-06-20T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:33:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance dance:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjxxrRzPtkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y8dr0mOvHg4/s1600-h/n598251160_2026084_7226829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349275445735962178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjxxrRzPtkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y8dr0mOvHg4/s400/n598251160_2026084_7226829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One day, let's watch the sunset together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Watch the sky painted with warm colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Till then, my heart's filled with the joy of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Omg, can use this for EL workshop. Ruhui© :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been dancing this WHOLE MONTH. I died. I think I'm losing my stamina. And there's a performance for the English workshop this Wednesday. I'm not sure whether my mummy's coming. -.- Michelle and I totally died after the improvisation dance thing to Phyllis's piano piece. As in Michelle umm. What's her surname? :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English Workshop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day of the workshop I nearly died. Cause I slept at 4. Hmmm, Yoga-ed and stuff. We had to prepare for the eighteen minutes on earth. Trinisha(sp?) Nette and I sang. Umm, Trinisha sang Mad World. Plus playing the piano. Yup, Nette and I's performance? HAHA, I shall not mention. Dhiviyaa(sp?) said it was good. She's lying. Intuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.Can't.Remember.The.Sequence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got tons of homework to finish, geog, lit, ss, chinese. I'm dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yesterday Galen spoke to my mum. Funny hell. Not bad uh. Tian jing. I don't even know what the hell was that. Smart boy(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about living the dream,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That's what they all say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But why can't I see the light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is it just gonna be another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shattered Dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I.WANT.MY.LVATT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lines, Vines and Trying Times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sjxxq7sRsfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LvcTODHGh00/s1600-h/Lines,_Vines_and_Trying_Times_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349275439801151986" style="WIDTH: 457px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 472px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sjxxq7sRsfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LvcTODHGh00/s400/Lines,_Vines_and_Trying_Times_album_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“The title is a bit of poetry we came up with on the set for the TV show,” says 16-year-old guitarist Nick Jonas, the trio’s main songwriter. “Lines are something that someone feeds you, whether it’s good or bad. Vines are the things that get in the way of the path that you’re on, and trying times — well, obviously we’re younger guys, but we’re aware of what’s going on in the world and we’re trying to bring some light to it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjxxrMtFoOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GRMzI7KsFS8/s1600-h/3510900659_0baa56bf4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349275444367958242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjxxrMtFoOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GRMzI7KsFS8/s400/3510900659_0baa56bf4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The simplicity of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8549895018777498953?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8549895018777498953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8549895018777498953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8549895018777498953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-dance.html' title='Dance dance:('/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjxxrRzPtkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y8dr0mOvHg4/s72-c/n598251160_2026084_7226829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3853762757732408277</id><published>2009-06-14T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:47:18.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHELSEA LINDA MONTEIRO! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love ya to bits, boob. Stay happy and remember, dance is to express. Not to impress. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyways, back to the point(: Thank you those who have wished me a happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Let's have a list of names. Alphabetical order(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Arielle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Andre Wee (Surprised eh Nette?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ameera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Choonkhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cheryl Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cheryl Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;David Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estelle Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eunice Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Elizabeth Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;F:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farouq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Galen&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isabelle Mendoza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jacqqq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jac Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jasmine Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jerome Chua(: (IMH friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Joce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Justin Wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;L:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Odelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rajali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sam Tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sarah Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sam Bay Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Syazwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ted-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tiff Ong - My Lover:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Z: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sorry if I left anyone out. Please tell me yowza:D Love ya'll(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-3853762757732408277?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3853762757732408277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-chelsea-linda-monteiro-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3853762757732408277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3853762757732408277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-chelsea-linda-monteiro-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4109161514557514806</id><published>2009-06-13T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:27:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harpie birdie</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday and I am berry harpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lovezxcxzcz JacquelineChenMeiting berry berry much because I think she berry kewl yozxc.&lt;br /&gt;(This was obviously by Jacq. Okay, I'm just publishing he post for her)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4109161514557514806?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4109161514557514806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/harpie-birdie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4109161514557514806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4109161514557514806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/harpie-birdie.html' title='Harpie birdie'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2982244489969989492</id><published>2009-06-11T20:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:27:16.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read Mr Ng's(inside joke) blog. Aye, excuse me. I wasn't really that drunk. At least I could remember you going downstairs just to get the hot towel for me(: Thanks yo&lt;3 Btw, I know you love dancing with me(: *Hint hint wink wink* ;) Alright, enjoy yourselves at Weijie's tonight, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ja-su-min. I didn't die after just the barcardi okay. Plus the vodka. Okay, love you SIAAA&lt;3 Three, Two, One. ACTIONNN:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPGSkBuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sBTwfpprqF4/s1600-h/4636_94829746338_724016338_2429727_843086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346054492051998434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPGSkBuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sBTwfpprqF4/s400/4636_94829746338_724016338_2429727_843086_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacq's like "Why am I in the picture?" (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPWAVzlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/g1HMO2v9YfA/s1600-h/4636_94829751338_724016338_2429728_4695286_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346054496270536274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPWAVzlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/g1HMO2v9YfA/s400/4636_94829751338_724016338_2429728_4695286_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cliqueee;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPpLhkJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9cWpSWhQCkI/s1600-h/4636_94832776338_724016338_2429896_663498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346054501417717906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPpLhkJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9cWpSWhQCkI/s400/4636_94832776338_724016338_2429896_663498_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's granny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPrMp7uI/AAAAAAAAANE/JfugOFYahgM/s1600-h/4668_94835066338_724016338_2429926_4468614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346054501959331554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPrMp7uI/AAAAAAAAANE/JfugOFYahgM/s400/4668_94835066338_724016338_2429926_4468614_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer hair forever young(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPY7mzrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cHQ1pFYqNIk/s1600-h/4636_94832771338_724016338_2429895_6613848_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346054497055985330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPY7mzrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cHQ1pFYqNIk/s400/4636_94832771338_724016338_2429895_6613848_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ElizabethLee&amp;TengRuHui;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEIa2kB6CI/AAAAAAAAANM/6i59ia8gwQs/s1600-h/4668_94835076338_724016338_2429927_2006502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346063490081744930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEIa2kB6CI/AAAAAAAAANM/6i59ia8gwQs/s400/4668_94835076338_724016338_2429927_2006502_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one on the right? Nope. Its not me. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEIbJQHUvI/AAAAAAAAANU/fg29BGnmZRw/s1600-h/4668_94835091338_724016338_2429928_1537528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346063495098487538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEIbJQHUvI/AAAAAAAAANU/fg29BGnmZRw/s400/4668_94835091338_724016338_2429928_1537528_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D.A.N.C.E.R.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEIbNLSejI/AAAAAAAAANc/L_gs15qnnrY/s1600-h/4954_94845506338_724016338_2430053_6007404_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346063496151988786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEIbNLSejI/AAAAAAAAANc/L_gs15qnnrY/s400/4954_94845506338_724016338_2430053_6007404_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKavbjwTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2TADhOwY_wI/s1600-h/4954_94847726338_724016338_2430075_513509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065687190421810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKavbjwTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2TADhOwY_wI/s400/4954_94847726338_724016338_2430075_513509_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do your thang, honey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEIbu4UdYI/AAAAAAAAANs/CiAWFyKKop8/s1600-h/4954_94845521338_724016338_2430054_8077671_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346063505199232386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEIbu4UdYI/AAAAAAAAANs/CiAWFyKKop8/s400/4954_94845521338_724016338_2430054_8077671_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody's gonna love me better&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKaamNInI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lQrXCR9TNAI/s1600-h/4954_94845531338_724016338_2430055_2938115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065681597932146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKaamNInI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lQrXCR9TNAI/s400/4954_94845531338_724016338_2430055_2938115_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKaqlRDbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-kVM_l4haeM/s1600-h/4954_94847741338_724016338_2430076_4636714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065685888961970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKaqlRDbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-kVM_l4haeM/s400/4954_94847741338_724016338_2430076_4636714_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKawbJisI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0SwHT0D0FTs/s1600-h/4954_94847761338_724016338_2430077_3435768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065687457139394" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKawbJisI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0SwHT0D0FTs/s400/4954_94847761338_724016338_2430077_3435768_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traffic Light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKbLBqnwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SqatC3NfUYk/s1600-h/4954_94855036338_724016338_2430263_3799043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065694598012674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEKbLBqnwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SqatC3NfUYk/s400/4954_94855036338_724016338_2430263_3799043_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Galen: Why. You wanna steal my wing uh? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2982244489969989492?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2982244489969989492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-read-mr-ngsinside-joke-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2982244489969989492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2982244489969989492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-read-mr-ngsinside-joke-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SjEAPGSkBuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sBTwfpprqF4/s72-c/4636_94829746338_724016338_2429727_843086_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8647228244316939572</id><published>2009-06-10T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:43:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUHUI CUTS THE CAKE:D</title><content type='html'>I just came back from the chalet(: Let me narrate the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with me waking up at 8 and then meeting Stellowello at 11.30. Rajali came over to Stelle's house too and I had a hard time directing her -.- Thanks to Stelle and her mum, we got everything ready(: Headed down to Novena by cab to meet Jacq, Gwace and Nette. The two tomato twins were already there before us. Nette's mum fetched us to the Goldkist Resort and checked us in. Funny funny things happened. Like the orange phone(inside joke) And we rented the bike and the journey began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paired teams: 1) Estelle and Ru. 2) Lynette and Gwace. 3) Rajali and Jacq. It was retarded cause of the stupid bike that Lynette and Gwace had to change it to the shorter one as Gwace was the one controlling the bike and it had to be a suitable height for her. Later on, we got ice and went back to the chalet. Rajali wanted to complain bout the music next door of which it belongs to the ACSB guys. Then a group of guys marched in and Rajali changed her mind -.- Introductions started. Birthday boy: J. He actually said Rajali was sweet cause I asked him if she's pretty:X He helped us to start the fire. And Stelle finished up with the fire. (Okay, he seemed really nice at first but turns out to be a poseur. -.- Maybe its just his friends but whatever. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen, Amelia and Ted turned up later. Rollerblading in. Galen gave me the surprise of my life;D Cause he was holding a bag containing something green. So I thought it would be like a present wrapped up with green wrapping paper. So I opened the bag and saw a cage! Of which contains a hamster and other interesting stuff. Equally shocked and surprised, I really didn't know how to react. But I was really happy with the present:D Thank you(: Oh, and thanks Amelia too. Creditsss(: Oh, Galen asked me what am I going to name the hamster. And I was like, "Erm, Galen." Amelia and Ted warned me that it'll die if I named it Galen. -.- Depression- what an ugly name -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, the 3 of them helped with the BBQ-ing. Not bad but the first attempt, the chicken wings died. And seniors arrived for the party: Joce, Mars, Cheryl, Arielle, Jo. They tried screaming to me(message from Nic) but failed. Cause stelle busted them, with the line "Eh, isn't that the seniors?" HAHA. In the end I ran over to them and hugged them. I introduced Galen as Ted and Ted as Galen to them. But Joce, recognising Galen Ng, gave the W-T-H face. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joce was really egg-cited to dig in without praying. -.- A funny conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;*Mars eating beehoon with her fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Ru: Whoa, Mars you're really from Mars.&lt;br /&gt;M: *W-T-H face*&lt;br /&gt;Jo: OH, but martians don't eat beehoon.&lt;br /&gt;M: -.- speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. That was an awesome one. Lizee came over and we did that Ted-and-Galen-exchange trick again. This time she believed. (:(:(: So interesting. We ate and laughed and stuff. Hmmm, Audrey and Brenda came afterwards. Audrey and the few of us went crazy. Seriously. Laughing at retarded stuff. Forcing Galen to eat the satay that Rajali cooked. G-ross. It was black. But he ate halfway and I was like, "Please, stop. Don't eat. It's damn gross." It was like yucks luh. Dancing started. Like Rajali was the only one who danced. Like really dance danced. Oh, the cutting of cake. And smashing at few peoples face. Okay not a few but most. HAHA. Thanks to the Sec threes the cake was a surprise(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, after the guests left, we went to get a drink and went to the beach and had girls' talk. Sorry Galen:( Then I felt really hot. And Stelle and Rajali said my face and body was freaking red. It was kinda overboard that the guys were like sprawling in front of our chalets. Especially the LBRs. Yknow GLU just can't stand them. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really tell if I died last night, but I puked. Err, I could remember the major kissing thing(stelle, rajali yknow what I mean) But some stuff struck me, like things I said. -.- Which got Galen annoyed. Oops. But it's okay now. Love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people that came to my party, thank you so much(: And thanks for your presents and presence(: Wonderful stuff. (Except the part you all told me ya'll were going to see Koi and went cycling -.-) THANK YOU:DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8647228244316939572?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8647228244316939572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruhui-cuts-caked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8647228244316939572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8647228244316939572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruhui-cuts-caked.html' title='RUHUI CUTS THE CAKE:D'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1279883226064719771</id><published>2009-06-08T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:22:29.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Subaru. Dance.</title><content type='html'>Today was awesomeee(: Watched Dance, Subaru! with Stelle and my new secret friend(: Alright, as usual the retarded fun stuff. We're booking the chalet tomorrow and Granny Eezil is coming(: Missed her loads. Hope she'll wear FBTs. *Hint hint wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance subaru is good. Touching and great for people who have passion for dancing:D Hmmm, Swan Lake and Giselle was also mentioned in the film. Awesome dancers(: Contemporary, Street Dancing and Ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought more clothes today. Nice(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1279883226064719771?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1279883226064719771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-subaru-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1279883226064719771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1279883226064719771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-subaru-dance.html' title='Dance, Subaru. Dance.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4985122101779874005</id><published>2009-06-07T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:12:42.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet For My Valentine.</title><content type='html'>Irresponsibility. What can I say? That's how some people are. Hmmm, maybe some are not that important to me. I'll just put it aside. But you should know where you stand. At least give me a proper explanation yes? M.I.A. If you wished you do that, you might as well disappear without a trace and don't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm purely pms-ing. Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This might just be fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't feel like giving a shit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4985122101779874005?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4985122101779874005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/bullet-for-my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4985122101779874005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4985122101779874005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/bullet-for-my-valentine.html' title='Bullet For My Valentine.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3284203635268288415</id><published>2009-06-05T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:30:23.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine's house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Jasmine's damn-faraway house yesterday. Got a McFlurry and headed to her house. We were talking about some stuff. When we started to talk about her bolster, it ended up damn freaking funnily. Ru hui, Jamine, Bernard and Bolster(: Anw, we went on facebook when she said, "Come, let's go on facebook to look for hot guys." HAHA. Sure. We surfed the net for a while and started talking again while watching Tom and Jerry. She was quite amused by the Bee in that episode. Watching her do things and the way she acts is just comical. Headed home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about the funny/stupid convo Nette had with her church friend, Darall -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Do you know any hot girls from your school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: Err, yes. Many but all taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Really? Yknow your friend ruhui quite hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: But she already has a boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: So? What makes you think I can't steal her away from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: Err, if you say so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its kinda funny yet weird. Its like I don't know him and he said stuff like that. Well, he can give it a try. But I'm not sure if he'll succeed. Hmmm, I feel like doing the music shuffle quiz thingo. I think I'll go check out Ange's blog. The last one I saw was from Ange. Teehee(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmygod. Wondergirls + Jonas Brothers. Good one. I want Nobody Nobody but you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sii0oOkMhiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q3ymIfBdzls/s1600-h/wonder-girls-thumb-437x229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343719561072772642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sii0oOkMhiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q3ymIfBdzls/s400/wonder-girls-thumb-437x229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sii0oX_jowI/AAAAAAAAAMY/w6y19QBjL_k/s1600-h/11-jonas-brothers-080807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343719563603452674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sii0oX_jowI/AAAAAAAAAMY/w6y19QBjL_k/s400/11-jonas-brothers-080807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXCITING NEWS. Korean POP girl band Wonder Girls will be opening for the Jonas Brothers on tour this summer, according to AllKPop. The English version of their hit song 'Nobody' will hit the airwaves soon. Wonder Girls dates under.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Copyrighted from jonasbrothers.sg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pushing me away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every last word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every single thing you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pushin' me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Try to stop me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But it's already too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you really don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-3284203635268288415?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3284203635268288415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/jasmines-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3284203635268288415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3284203635268288415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/jasmines-house.html' title='Jasmine&apos;s house.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sii0oOkMhiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q3ymIfBdzls/s72-c/wonder-girls-thumb-437x229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-787813997406496140</id><published>2009-06-04T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:13:33.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galen's Partayye.</title><content type='html'>Yay, sweet sixteen. It was kinda hilarious yesterday. Jasmine and I cabbed to SJI. Ended up meeting Galen and Bernard. (Stelle saw us. Wonder what she's doing there -.-) Hmmm, we spent almost 4hours at Galen's house slacking. Jasmine and Bernard slept for a while after eating Mammeeeeeee nooodles. Pig manxzxz. Galen and I just went to the other room to talk. After I went into the room Jasmine did some horse riding tricks "to cheer me up". Copy Righted from Jasmine Lee. Quite interesting though. Galen then welcomed Ted and Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then left the house and went to cold storage. While that is when Bernard became auntified. So kewl. Rest of the guys came down later. This is when the picture paints a thousand words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9ZSCxsI/AAAAAAAAALI/qmq2Rz42UOU/s1600-h/IMG_5788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343501121912751810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9ZSCxsI/AAAAAAAAALI/qmq2Rz42UOU/s400/IMG_5788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pump died afterwards:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9sxvVoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cMkj7tb9OYk/s1600-h/IMG_5791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343501127145969282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9sxvVoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cMkj7tb9OYk/s400/IMG_5791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good laugh bout this(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9gn0PcI/AAAAAAAAALY/guRlVYGQSjU/s1600-h/4649_90542140697_676045697_2032541_2605417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343501123883122114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9gn0PcI/AAAAAAAAALY/guRlVYGQSjU/s400/4649_90542140697_676045697_2032541_2605417_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday boyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Siil8cYV5rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zT-06yXy7_o/s1600-h/IMG_5814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343703415704118962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Siil8cYV5rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zT-06yXy7_o/s400/IMG_5814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ladies shouldn't be messed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9y5Q5NI/AAAAAAAAALg/OgZ3WR2W2HQ/s1600-h/n676045697_2032588_204062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343501128788141266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9y5Q5NI/AAAAAAAAALg/OgZ3WR2W2HQ/s400/n676045697_2032588_204062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello beautiful:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift-E75KKI/AAAAAAAAALo/PKvk7OQJL5w/s1600-h/n676045697_2032566_6340271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343501133631006882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift-E75KKI/AAAAAAAAALo/PKvk7OQJL5w/s400/n676045697_2032566_6340271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has something to do with him putting ice on my back. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Siil8GphhpI/AAAAAAAAALw/yUEebf1reyc/s1600-h/n676045697_2032569_5253872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343703409870603922" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Siil8GphhpI/AAAAAAAAALw/yUEebf1reyc/s400/n676045697_2032569_5253872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what Isabelle was doing with the cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Siil8TdQbkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Akpr9Qtg8s/s1600-h/n676045697_2032565_4153202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343703413308812866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Siil8TdQbkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Akpr9Qtg8s/s400/n676045697_2032565_4153202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Siil8gyIKPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6dky28iDsEE/s1600-h/4625_101633861293_597876293_3168458_7196021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343703416886012146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Siil8gyIKPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6dky28iDsEE/s400/4625_101633861293_597876293_3168458_7196021_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This became Galen's wallpaper. Hee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-787813997406496140?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/787813997406496140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/galens-partayye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/787813997406496140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/787813997406496140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/galens-partayye.html' title='Galen&apos;s Partayye.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sift9ZSCxsI/AAAAAAAAALI/qmq2Rz42UOU/s72-c/IMG_5788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6345738501593239495</id><published>2009-06-04T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:21:11.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Stand? Love this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She doesn't deserve to be in no place like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She's underage and so very very brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A fake ID lent her credibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She sits at the bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The gents are gonna try so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said it was a one night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the alcohol didn't let her understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah, he said it was a one night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A one night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So what made you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That he couldn't find the door in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When he found that bed so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What made you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That he couldn't find a door in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When he found that bed so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So the bartender who tends to pretend that he's concerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Says, "Girlie girlie, you're at your best (you're at your best) when you're sober"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And she slurs, "No no, just one more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And one turns into four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The fourth drink instinct is taking over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the gentleman is leading her towards the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So what made you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That he couldn't find the door in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When he found that bed so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What made you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That he couldn't find a door in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When he found that bed so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She thought that she could buy happiness by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;By the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She thought that she could buy happiness by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;By the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She thought that she could buy happiness by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;By the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So what made you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That he couldn't find the door in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When he found that bed so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When he found that bed so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said it was a one night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the alcohol didn't let her understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah, he said it was a one night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A one night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The fourth drink instinct from cute is what we aim for. Nice one eh? Got it from Nette. I guess for now I'm flooding this song into my head. Yknow, things like that do happen. Poor girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6345738501593239495?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6345738501593239495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-night-stand-love-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6345738501593239495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6345738501593239495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-night-stand-love-this-song.html' title='One Night Stand? Love this song.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6315229218456063830</id><published>2009-06-04T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:43:32.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come. Gimme a freaking five:D</title><content type='html'>My blog's dead. I think I'll be going to Jasmine's house later. Oh yes, Jasmine your water bottle's with Bernard. Anw, we were supposed to like keep our stuff, and my wallet got passed around. Until it got to Jasmine. And she brought it home. HAHA. Sad case. Jasmine Lee is officially my bank now. Hmmm, I'll blog about Galen's party when the photos come. Hint hint. Wink wink(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6315229218456063830?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6315229218456063830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-gimme-freaking-fived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6315229218456063830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6315229218456063830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-gimme-freaking-fived.html' title='Come. Gimme a freaking five:D'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8909790391360944821</id><published>2009-05-23T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:35:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom boom pow.</title><content type='html'>So contradicting. Jasmine and Galen said that they could never get through my phone. And my dad left the honeydew beside my phone cause he said I would never forget about my phone. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiesta was awesome. So many interesting things(: Mel herself looks really.. Erm. I don't know. Comical? The first thing, I think she saw Jacq she couldn't control her laughter in the haunted house. I guess the few of us were like laughing like crazy uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bel, Claudia, Jasmine, Galen and I ate at Sakae Sushi. It's like only Jasmine and Claudia were eating. It's like Jasmine and I were talking about something private. Then Claudia was like asking us but its kinda loud. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school. We went to watch Siren perform then before that Samm was like, "Galen's outside eh." Yeah I know, he was meeting his friends. Saw Stephen. I kinda got a shock of my life, it's like normally in school it would be girls voices shouting my name. Then that Stephen suddenly shouted, "RUHUI!" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a good host, I brought him to the water cooler, leaving the rest in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Which water cooler you wanna go? Nearer one or what.&lt;br /&gt;S: Err, the one which has water and is cold.&lt;br /&gt;R: Have water but it's not cold. (After many people drinking, the water wouldn't be cold)&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah, after I drink, the water would freeze. (:&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah sure. You cool? I'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;S: Please luh, you hot? I'm... Burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- I'm like patient to the max luh. Yah, I think he's just jealous  I'm an IJ girl. He just wants to be an IJ boy :D Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yo, I got that hit that beat the block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You can get that bass overload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got the that rock and roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That future flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That digital spit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Next level visual shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got that boom boom pow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How the beat bang, boom boom pow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I like that boom boom pow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Them chickens jackin' my style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They try copy my swagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm on that next shit now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so 3008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You so 2000 and late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got that boom, boom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That future boom, boom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let me get it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8909790391360944821?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8909790391360944821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-boom-pow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8909790391360944821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8909790391360944821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-boom-pow.html' title='Boom boom pow.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1408278640141149541</id><published>2009-05-21T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:46:39.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I (L) Adam Lamberttt.</title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD. Kris Allen won. S'okay. I still love Adam anw. My reaction was just shocked to the max. Grace couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stelle: Kris won idol.&lt;br /&gt;Ru: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Jacq(Smiling like an ass): Yah, Kris Allen won american idol.&lt;br /&gt;Ru: -Complete high-pitched screaming- Ehmasgawdddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't emphasize how disappointed I felt. But that's life. Like ohmygosh times a hundred. Ah-nother funny convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss C: So, who lost?&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Adam Lambert!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Miss C: HUHHH. :( Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. You'll always be my baby. Oh, so kewl. There's cat fight on stage. So kewl kewl kewl. Kara totally got that bikini bitch pissed off and stole that beautiful limelight. Teehee. Kara is like hot in that black bikini of hers. Love her(: OH, and that bikini girl did a breast implant. (: Ah-bvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;For those who got riled up about my prediction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt; yesterday that Allen would win, just remember, no matter what the judges say, "American Idol" is not a singing competition. It's a popularity contest. And as even casual music-industry watchers know, the best singers are almost never the most popular ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from newsday.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-962290f18399a9dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D962290f18399a9dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331068497%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4098F8CE5000E9623A8A61D6FEBF58E434D45822.2C2977F748A42727431F6823C97D13E86F70B7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D962290f18399a9dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD4zhedX2rFtubQSAGZ1ZpdYQ2B0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D962290f18399a9dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331068497%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4098F8CE5000E9623A8A61D6FEBF58E434D45822.2C2977F748A42727431F6823C97D13E86F70B7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D962290f18399a9dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD4zhedX2rFtubQSAGZ1ZpdYQ2B0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1408278640141149541?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=962290f18399a9dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1408278640141149541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-l-adam-lamberttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1408278640141149541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1408278640141149541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-l-adam-lamberttt.html' title='I (L) Adam Lamberttt.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-411593915952817999</id><published>2009-05-20T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:44:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we really say we know who we truly are?</title><content type='html'>There's retreat today. Patched up with people. Example, recent conflicts with Mervelle. Hugged and apologised. I guess its over(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every retreat makes you take off the mask you put on. And yknow, it seems like you realised you don't show who you truly are. I mean, sometimes you'll feel like apologising to someone but either because of your ego or that you're afraid of being rejected, you don't do it. But its overrr(: Great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key words:&lt;br /&gt;-Compassion&lt;br /&gt;-Empathy&lt;br /&gt;-Heritage&lt;br /&gt;-Culture of Death&lt;br /&gt;-Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was ah-mazing. I guess we owe Father Simon, Father Brian, Edwin, Cheryl and the crew a big thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A place in this world - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know what I want, so don't ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause I'm still trying to figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trying to see through the rain coming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even though I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Who feels the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Got the radio on, my old blue jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Feeling lucky today, got the sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Could you tell me what more do I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But that's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I'm ready to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-411593915952817999?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/411593915952817999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-we-really-say-we-know-who-we-truly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/411593915952817999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/411593915952817999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-we-really-say-we-know-who-we-truly.html' title='Can we really say we know who we truly are?'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4936039712099812816</id><published>2009-05-19T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:33:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid.</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like typing. Many things happened. Tomorrow's retreat. Hope everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;:( I don't like Paranoid by Jonas Brothers. I'm paranoiddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Casadee Pope's the cover girl for Seventeen's June Issue. Pretty pretty hair she's got. Not like a freaking broom-sweep-over at least. That's what Jacq calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pissed off today. Urgh. To the max. When you speak nicely to people, they go "I DON'T CARE. I DON'T WANNA GO." And when they learn bout the consequences. What can they say? I'm not trying to point fingers at certain people now. But sometimes people should know when they are ready to do something wrong, please be prepared to receive the consequences without complaining. So puh-lease, shut your mouth up. No point yakking and pushing blames on others. Worse still, you're in the wrong and your friend has to apologise for you. Do you even know what they said? "Its okay, don't be angry luh. She's like that." Maybe they can stand your nonsense, but not everyone has the patience for it. Or better still, there's no time to waste. It's much better to do more productive things, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough is enough. I hope you'll actually realise that the world ain't gonna stop for you, missy prissy. Retreat tomorrow, let's just hope no one gives that damn attitude of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can be so mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When I wanna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am capable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Of really anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can cut you into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4936039712099812816?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4936039712099812816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/paranoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4936039712099812816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4936039712099812816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4676334579469258892</id><published>2009-05-16T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:20:51.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Estelle!</title><content type='html'>Today was fun. But there seem to be something, someone, missing. Hmmm, Jacq. :( She didn't come. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we met up with the dancers with last minute change of location! It was a good thing for me. Heh heh. Cause it was at Bugis. So I needn't to rush. Ate till I was kinda full. At seoul garden. Ah-mazing Ange ate like two piles of meat. Scary. It's like an ant eating a cat's portion. -.- Anw, we went ice-skating and failed to dance in the skating area. Screaming and shouting. Whoa, fun. Till the last 50min Lynette and I stopped skating. We sat there and like stoned. Listened to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad enough, Jasmine asked me out to Sentosa with other people. Of which, I'm currently not looking forward to. :( I don't see any point in going by the way. Nothing much to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christabel thought there was tears in my eyes. Maybe, perhaps, probably, you'll never know. Sigh, many things on my mind I don't understand. Trying to figure it out. I'm tired. :( But I had fun today(: Anyways, Rina is like compaining to me now. So funnaye, shitheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina says:&lt;br /&gt;*hello you're the ONLY person online on my freaking stupid dumb shit msn right now is it okay if i vent my anger here because I AM SO PISSED OFF*BLOODY SHIT MANCHESTER UNITED I HOPE THEY ....... DUNNO I JSUT HOPE SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HTEM AND THEY LOSE FOR THE NEXT 50 YEARS OH MY GOD*I AM SO ANGRY I'M GOING TO CRY:@ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my song for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Didn't you want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The sound of all the places we could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The expressions on the faces we don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's a cold hard road when you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I don't think that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have the strength to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Makes me wish that I was never brought into this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There goes my ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It might as well have been shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'm here to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;About the things that mattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;About the things that made us feel alive for oh so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;About the things that kept you on my side when I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Makes me wish that I was never brought into this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And someday, I promise I'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And someday, I might even sing this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To you, I might even sing this song, to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I was crying alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I was wasting all of my life just thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So just come back we'll make it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So Just come back I'll make itBetter than it ever was [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Makes me wish that I was never brought into this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Makes me wish that I was never brought into this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(I want it all, Don't leave right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(I'll give you everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4676334579469258892?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4676334579469258892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-estelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4676334579469258892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4676334579469258892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-estelle.html' title='Happy Birthday, Estelle!'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-742608734969522979</id><published>2009-05-15T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:11:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you just realize.</title><content type='html'>Okay, basically I just hate it when you yell into the phone at me. Don't you dare do that. I'm annoyed and just fucking pissed. Worst thing you can do is that. Respect me, respect yourself. If you're unwilling, don't do it. But whatever, thanks for passing me my file.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-742608734969522979?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/742608734969522979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-just-realize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/742608734969522979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/742608734969522979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-just-realize.html' title='If you just realize.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4046928210686643362</id><published>2009-05-13T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:11:50.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Axe Oh Axe Oh.</title><content type='html'>This is like the second time I'm blogging. Seems like no studying is needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHMAGAWD, Ah-merican Idol tonight, baby! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (L) Adam Lambert (Not for the part that he's actually a gay) What a pityyy. HAWT but at the same time NAWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you Jacq for whatever that picture is about. The one titled, "Beatboxing" Weird enough? Yes. Teehee. Must remember to bring that glass Vodka bottle tomorrow. Sigh, sadly it's empty. Where did the content go? :( Hmmm, told my mummy that I'm going rollerblading this Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;R: Mummy, I'm going rollerblading this Sat, cause it's Estelle's birthday. (:&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh, so is Galen going?&lt;br /&gt;R: Huh. No, its like all girls!&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh, does Estelle know about Galen and you?&lt;br /&gt;R: HUH! Err. HUH? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, retarded things do happen.&lt;br /&gt;I just experience it everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I'm kinda immune to it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have a living example(Jacqueline Chen),&lt;br /&gt;I go along with the flow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should make up a song for Jacq. Then I'll give it to her for her birthday. OH, and plus her pink Nike bra! Teehee, pwned. Oh yah, JoBros' new album's releasing on 16th June! :DDD Sacha will get ready I'm sure. HEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, axe oh axe oh. Good Luck, Adam (G)Lambert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4046928210686643362?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4046928210686643362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/axe-oh-axe-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4046928210686643362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4046928210686643362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/axe-oh-axe-oh.html' title='Axe Oh Axe Oh.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2852840513514420022</id><published>2009-05-13T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:27:24.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat-boxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__lt06yqSGKY/SgqEOIH5GhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/kUpRzKH8INc/s1600-h/Hello+beautiful+apple.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__lt06yqSGKY/SgqEOIH5GhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/kUpRzKH8INc/s320/Hello+beautiful+apple.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335222086807394834" /&gt;&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/1659383706030486830-2852840513514420022?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2852840513514420022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-boxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2852840513514420022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2852840513514420022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-boxing.html' title='Beat-boxing'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__lt06yqSGKY/SgqEOIH5GhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/kUpRzKH8INc/s72-c/Hello+beautiful+apple.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6066003453549826525</id><published>2009-05-13T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:27:09.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EHMAGAWDDD, ITS OVERRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;EHMAGAWDDD, BOMBED. EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVERRR. Next upcoming events: Gathering of Celestians(Sounds like the gathering of Kindred Spirit. :D TEEHEE) and Estelle Goh's 15th Birthdayyy. Thanks to the clash of the gathering and her party, I've become a more organised personnn. HEH HEH, okay I'm like so glad exams over that I don't know what the heck I'm talking about.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heard there's Sec 3 Retreat tomorrow? OH, 3/6 we should have a class blog and puh-lease wear your P.E attire - message from Miss Nandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (okay, not the blog part though HEE) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Maybe I should look for her facebook and add her. Then we can use the message relay system ONLINE. So kewl mancxzcxzcxz. Jay Eh See Queue You Ee Elle Eye And Ee! We've got a date tomorrowww. Teehee, bring your chocolate(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ehmagawddd, it's like the old 2/8 clique gathering plus Kah Hui and Christabel. These two people better thank Jacq and I to invite you(yank that cameltoe) the partyyy! Can't wait for Sat. Kah Hui will be torturing Stelle with her rollerblading skills. ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let's have some Ryan Higa! So ke-ute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="398" height="337" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c7ef558b2514a8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c7ef558b2514a8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331068497%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D117C05E6DAA076BE449AEAA0C0EEF02F91B3DF7A.74BD6A7CD6B9FDCDC52490ED79CF19066C6B98D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c7ef558b2514a8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUIa_j-ZprJBB1tqk4ytH8sqZ6QM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="398" height="337" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c7ef558b2514a8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331068497%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D117C05E6DAA076BE449AEAA0C0EEF02F91B3DF7A.74BD6A7CD6B9FDCDC52490ED79CF19066C6B98D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c7ef558b2514a8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUIa_j-ZprJBB1tqk4ytH8sqZ6QM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Derry down green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Color of my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A dream that's daily coming true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And ohhh when the day is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I will come to you and tell you of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your many charms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6066003453549826525?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c7ef558b2514a8d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6066003453549826525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/ehmagawddd-its-overrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6066003453549826525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6066003453549826525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/ehmagawddd-its-overrr.html' title='EHMAGAWDDD, ITS OVERRR!'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2418371069895964157</id><published>2009-05-12T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:28:33.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estelle's Egg-citing Excursion; Purrr-fect:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle's 15th Emo-mazing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When: 16th May 2009, Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Gather at City Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2.45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities: Rollerblading, dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicas Invited: Ru Hui, Jacqueline, Grace, Lynette, Janet, Kah Hui, Bel Neology and Zena&lt;br /&gt;the Banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress Code: Casual (Estelle would be wearing bikini with shorts:D Whoever feels nice enough can wear the same thing as her. HEH HEH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the plan is that Estelle and I would be going for lunch at Seoul Garden with Celestial cause of the one month anniversary thing(: Then we'll meet ya'll at City Hall at 2.45pm. We'll head off to Pasir Ris for rollerblading. Err, bring extra clothings to change out of. Then dinnertime everyoneee! Zena might be cooking but I think it'll be safer if we plant our own corns and eat. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, babes. Puh-lease text or call me ASAP. Especially Kah Hui. And my bitch. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And we're unstoppable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We're uncontrollable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just admit it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You can't stop it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's addictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Basically what we're gonna do is dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Basically what we're gonna do is dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Basically what we're gonna do is dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah that's right it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sneakernight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2418371069895964157?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2418371069895964157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/estelles-egg-citing-excursion-purrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2418371069895964157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2418371069895964157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/estelles-egg-citing-excursion-purrr.html' title='Estelle&apos;s Egg-citing Excursion; Purrr-fect:D'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2506806933197825267</id><published>2009-05-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:49:12.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make a first impression.</title><content type='html'>My answer to you: Perhaps, maybe, probably, you'll never know. ;) Alright, back to my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I wanted to start the day with the Ah-mazing Race. But Jacq called me like 5min late. So I decided to go back to sleep. :D What a nice friend of mine to call me to wake up. Unfortunately, I didn't hear my phone ringing. I'm sorry Jacq. It's all because of your "Scariest Places on Earth" can! Psychotic Pigs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially woken up, showered and left for City Hall to meet Amelia and Galen. At first, Galen called me to meet them at Mos Burger. And when I went down the escalator, I saw them and he was like, "How you know we're here?" HEH. Anyway, Amelia was described by her BFF that she was intimidating. -.- Doesn't seem like it to me. More of, sociable, friendly and enthusiastic. (: Cool girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a card for Isabelle, Amelia headed off to meet her friends and Galen and I went to Apple's to service his iTouch. We ended up at Funan. Heh. Oh, then we watched The Ramen Girl. It was quite touching but ABRUPT ENDING!!! Can't stand that fact! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun todayyy. ;) Like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Your mum's very cool.&lt;br /&gt;R: Huh, why?&lt;br /&gt;G: Cause I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I think back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On these times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be glad 'cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was blessed to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To have you in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I look back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On these days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll look and see your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You were right there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2506806933197825267?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2506806933197825267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-make-first-impression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2506806933197825267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2506806933197825267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-make-first-impression.html' title='You make a first impression.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3557883334974549107</id><published>2009-05-10T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:33:19.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy are you doing okay?</title><content type='html'>I'm not Kristy but I'm not doing okay! Urgh. I still have Amath. Maybe I should learn how to like it? Hmmm, yeah maybe. Countdown: 2 days. Teh heh heh. I'm a dead duck cause Amath is ten times harder than Emath. Wednesday I'll just give my final quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy are you doing okay by the offspring is officially one of the stuck-in-my-head songs. Great song, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There's a moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it's stuck in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Way back, when we were just kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause your eyes told the tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Of an act of betrayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I knew that somebody did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, waves of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seem to wash away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The scenes of our crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But for you this never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can you stay strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can you go on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kristy are you doing okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A rose that won't bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Winter's kept you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't waste your whole life trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To get back what was taken away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Though the marks on your dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had been neatly repressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I knew that something was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I should have spoke out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'm so sorry now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause we were so young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, clouds of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seem to rain on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Innocence left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it never goes away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-3557883334974549107?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3557883334974549107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/kristy-are-you-doing-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3557883334974549107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3557883334974549107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/kristy-are-you-doing-okay.html' title='Kristy are you doing okay?'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3628358647469587974</id><published>2009-05-08T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:37:54.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol rock week results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQX_yZN56I/AAAAAAAAALA/gNvWQbDk5v0/s1600-h/Allison+ireheta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333414243340248994" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQX_yZN56I/AAAAAAAAALA/gNvWQbDk5v0/s400/Allison+ireheta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, that fiery red hair of hers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehmagawd. Allison Ireheta was voted out of American Idol during Rock Week?! Ironic enough. So sad:( She's talented though. But the good news is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADAM LAMBERT IS STILL IN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQX_VKawhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5Q4G03ma9w4/s1600-h/adam_lambert_by_handgrenadepins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333414235493548562" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQX_VKawhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5Q4G03ma9w4/s400/adam_lambert_by_handgrenadepins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party like a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQX_uP5GNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UDp0o1H6F84/s1600-h/Idol_Singles___Adam_Lambert_by_AnaB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333414242227394770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQX_uP5GNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UDp0o1H6F84/s400/Idol_Singles___Adam_Lambert_by_AnaB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAWT. But gay. :( Life's like that.&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/1659383706030486830-3628358647469587974?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3628358647469587974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-rock-week-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3628358647469587974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3628358647469587974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-rock-week-results.html' title='American Idol rock week results.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQX_yZN56I/AAAAAAAAALA/gNvWQbDk5v0/s72-c/Allison+ireheta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2073403941911970637</id><published>2009-05-08T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:01:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me light up the sky;</title><content type='html'>I'm in this like guitar fever. Tsk. Got the guitar from Chris-ta-bel. Love you, bitch. Tuned it through the piano/keyboard. I think would rather call it a keyboard. Anw, it still sounds one octave lower than it is supposed to be? I've been spending time with D and D over C# -.- Spastic fingers. I think I'd rather play the pianooo. Much easier, dude. I guess I'll just stick with piano. I'm like 1/8 there. Ehmagawd. I feel like giving up. :( C-D-E-F-G-A-B-C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should go for classes again. We'll just put that on hold first. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, had Lit todayyy. Bomb man. It was alright. One more paper to go, baby. Amath. Heh heh. Nuclear bomb is here. Good luck, Grace. Of all the people I know, you're the most enthusiastic about Amath! Teehee. Grace Ace the Race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, before second lit paper today, we got screamed at by this teacher -.- Unreasonable shit to the max man. Just that we made noise, he didn't have to compare us with the others. I shall not rant about it. It'll be a rude on if I did. PMO TO THE MAXXX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehmagawd, what a good example for the topic: prejudice. Isn't it 3/6? (: Blah blah. WHATEVS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Jasmine, Bernard and Galennn :D Made my day :) Although they totally pretended they didnt see Jasmine and I -.- Jasmine is damn funny. "I'm going to beat him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Inside Joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: "Oh that time you with him right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: "Yeah, but he died in a car accident already. So yeah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: "HUH?! REALLY?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retarded little things like these makes your life worth while :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQQIbYAuYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZxxAHpAVKmA/s1600-h/Ballet___trials_by_rivale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333405595686975874" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQQIbYAuYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZxxAHpAVKmA/s400/Ballet___trials_by_rivale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imissdancing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQQInb81lI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i4MQnCoojLI/s1600-h/d214aa0e904d5302ff685c26a95b2864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333405598924723794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQQInb81lI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i4MQnCoojLI/s400/d214aa0e904d5302ff685c26a95b2864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the pain that she goes through, to show you the beauty in dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the dancers'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2073403941911970637?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2073403941911970637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-light-up-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2073403941911970637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2073403941911970637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-light-up-sky.html' title='Let me light up the sky;'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SgQQIbYAuYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZxxAHpAVKmA/s72-c/Ballet___trials_by_rivale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1187644034033804752</id><published>2009-05-07T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:30:35.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee, you got me wanting more. (No puns intended, teehee.)</title><content type='html'>At least Jacq understood my PM. Of which, is this post's title. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying. I haven't started on Rasin in the sun. WTF. Seriously. Laziness is the way of life, that's what my used-to-be best friend told me. I guess his nonsense is right. Okay wait, I shall not digress. I seriously hate lit now. TKMB. At least Raisin in the sun is more interesting. Annoying part is that we don't write enough notes in the lit book. That means, less character analysis and observations of language used by author. This sucks. Maycomb county, Cunninghams, Radleys. Gosh, what happens to a dream deferred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Sat, Sun, Mon and Tuesday to study for Amath. Practically almost an exact total of 5days of revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(HEART)&lt;/span&gt; AMATH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NAWT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy claimed that we could find happiness in misery. Perhaps, I'll find happiness in studying Raisin in the Sun nowww. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1187644034033804752?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1187644034033804752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/gee-you-got-me-wanting-more-no-punts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1187644034033804752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1187644034033804752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/gee-you-got-me-wanting-more-no-punts.html' title='Gee, you got me wanting more. (No puns intended, teehee.)'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7425620235687677697</id><published>2009-05-07T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:32:18.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehmagawd, I love Christabel Neology.</title><content type='html'>Teh heh heh heh. Ilovechristabelneo. She totally saved my lifeee. :D And I guess we both know why ;D Ehmagawd, what a nice girl. Ohmytian, thank god we both aren't lesbians. If we were, she'll be doing what she said right now. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today shall be a short one since I haven't been blogging. Lit tomorrow :X Fuck man, I'm a dead duck. Ohmy, let's just break a leg. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7425620235687677697?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7425620235687677697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/ehmagawd-i-love-christabel-neology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7425620235687677697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7425620235687677697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/ehmagawd-i-love-christabel-neology.html' title='Ehmagawd, I love Christabel Neology.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1141953177748047588</id><published>2009-05-02T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:56:41.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOF_5ijvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oM4EAKpg6YI/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331081186370555634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOF_5ijvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oM4EAKpg6YI/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is a story about a girl named Lucky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay back to the point, I went out with Jacq and Gwace. It got so hot we didn't even feel like walking so we ended up staying in macs, drinking. We were supposed to study, but we realised that the library's not open. We headed to popular cause Grace wanted to look for books and we're like, "Err okay." it wasn't so bad after all. We were looking at the "Birthday Book". Of which, contains information about people borned that day. Interesting. Somewhat true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we headed to Bishan and I received a prank call from this person who claims to be "Benjamin" who's Galen's friend. Which is like kinda stupid cause it sounded somewhat like Zena and Melissa taking turns to be that person. Or that that this Benjamin guy existed but his voice hasn't broken properly. 80% its Mel and Zena, I guess. Cause they were talking about M. Of which I don't wanna know. GROSS MUCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacq did that dong dong thing. Sigh, I think she spent like 4bucks again. We were being so nice to go back to City Hall to help get Kah Hweeee shaker! Oh it's Kah Hui btw. We walked around at suntec for like the umpteenth time. Then we headed home. Time for picturrres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOGIrOknI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X6MXy4aWOKA/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331081188726444658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOGIrOknI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X6MXy4aWOKA/s400/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing muchhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOE9GSg4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d-WKYcyEJuw/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331081168438854530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOE9GSg4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d-WKYcyEJuw/s400/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOFKzQs3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9jxkb4ZOMVA/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331081172117140338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOFKzQs3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9jxkb4ZOMVA/s400/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOFTA8OGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eAQXqO9Lc9c/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331081174322002018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOFTA8OGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eAQXqO9Lc9c/s400/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my twinnnnnn. ;) IpwnedJacq, teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmygosh, its like I'm listening to "the heart never lies" by mcfly. Ohmy, how long ago was that song released? Last year, during some science field trip,Lynette and I were listening to that song for 27 times non-stop. Ohmygawd, crazy good ol' time. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Another year over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And we're still together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's not always easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I'm here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah we are the lovers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know you believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'cause the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1141953177748047588?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1141953177748047588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/disturbia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1141953177748047588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1141953177748047588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/05/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfvOF_5ijvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oM4EAKpg6YI/s72-c/Picture+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-641742010005645746</id><published>2009-04-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:21:54.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See my big smile, cause I'm so happy. :D</title><content type='html'>After editing my HTML, I can finally post on my blog in peace. :) Had chinese paper today. Ohmygosh, I was dreaming during the multiple choice and I nearly couldn't finish my freaking paper. So overwhelming after the paper. Jacq, Grace, Nette, Stelle, Zena and I were like screaming and screaming. It was supposed to be a discussion but ended up as a stupid screamy session. (Whoa, alliteration much.) Made my heart popped. Its like when we dispersed, silent filled the classroom. Met G after the exams with the other 5 chicas. And they were totally giving the AWWW reaction. Really loudly. Lesley was like "O-oh" I still can remember when you told me you dreamt of him. HAHA, good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked his keys up from his dad at city hall. Before that, he gave me this measurable but yet cannot be measured thing. TEEHEE. Hint hint. Then he passed me a letter. Of which, was handwritten, su-weet and lovely. :) Thank youuu so muchhh. :D Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm hanging out with Gwace and Jacq tomorrowwww. I love ya'll babes! I'll get money from my Daddy firsttt ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 down, 7 more to go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Fck, this is depressing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-641742010005645746?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/641742010005645746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-my-big-smile-cause-im-so-happy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/641742010005645746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/641742010005645746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-my-big-smile-cause-im-so-happy-d.html' title='See my big smile, cause I&apos;m so happy. :D'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2113384390790938250</id><published>2009-04-29T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:25:24.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LBR much.</title><content type='html'>Sitting according to register number is so damn cool. Seriously, sitting with Rina, Nette, Phyllis, Dhivyaa and Jini, is like freaking crazy. Its like Rina and Jini would like squabble over some stupid thing. And during Chem, Rina was like telling me bout cholrine and fluorine(Of which Rina spelled it as floorine) until we started laughing like crazy until Miss N asked me a question about Bromine. -.- I love Rinaaaa, the liverpool fan. She loves my shoes. TEEHEE. Oh talking bout yesterday, I left my eyepod in school. Scare the hell out of me. Thank goodness Maria handed it into the general office. Thank you so muchhh. I would've died if I'd lost it. When I realized that I left it somewhere was when I left Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after school. Nette, Grace and I went to Macs at hub. Then Grace and I went back to school while she went home. I waited for J for a while and we left to meet G and B. Hmmm, we ate at macs and J had to be so ENTHUSIASTIC and showed him the steeple. Of which contains a disgusting picture of the African 2/8 thing. :( Unglam much. They went home. And we went off to Orchard to look for B-day present. Then went home, and went home to school. To search for my Eyepod. Teehee, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had EL paper. Oh talking bout EL, Lakshmi do yknow like SOMEBODY had just like mocked you for your english? She's just hating people whom she don't know. Oh well. There was a mini gathering at the toilet just now. I gave her the look&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Ohmygosh, I looked at her. I think I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gonna sore eyes. S.O.S!)&lt;/span&gt; while she tried to shimmy and get my attention?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Attempt Failed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmmm, I heard someone(she's like with you but so much nicer than you) said, "I just watched S-factors and the girls are just like her." HAHAHA. What a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwned. Alright, bitches, adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2113384390790938250?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2113384390790938250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/lbr-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2113384390790938250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2113384390790938250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/lbr-much.html' title='LBR much.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7696402598936947922</id><published>2009-04-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:55:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Levi's, Billabong, Wallets and Shoes.</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. Just came back from shoes and wallet shopping. I know it's like stupid to buy during exams period. But its a necessity. Jacq bought her billa-bong wallet. Which bong-ed her money away. Cause she didn't feel the need of relying on people to get for her bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its deja-vu. There's this incident that happened on Saturday. Whoa, it happened yet again today. To whom it may concern: Seriously, if you can't lie, just tell the truth. We won't blame you. Cause you'll just feel dumb when the truth is exposed. Especially when we're there to realize it. So please, if you feel a need, make your act CONVINCING. Anyway, if you think you're so important in my life? Seriously, go check the mirror out. Cause I'd rather get stuck in the lift with dog poops on the floor than hanging out with you. I mean with EW? In case you didn't know, EW = Eternal Wannabe. At least you'll be a little smarter with that info that I've just mocked you with. :D Oh, just to let you know, Jacq has more stuff for you on her blog. So go check it out. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jacquelineeee.blogspot.com"&gt;www.jacquelineeee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; I just love the way how Jacq can be a bitch. So, enjoy your little moments in the spotlight. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on. We went to city hall AGAIN. As in, Jacq and I. Err, I got my levi's shoes. My nike could've bought like at least 2 pairs of that shoes. -.- Oh well. At least I didn't regret losing my Nike. TEEHEE. My dad was like, "Why'd you this pair of shoes?" I replied, "Cause it's Levi's." Teehee, simple answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfWKUmZghKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PqaNYWsSaiY/s1600-h/Levi%27s..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329317820572402850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfWKUmZghKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PqaNYWsSaiY/s400/Levi%27s..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, here's what Jacq in her journal. Now, you'll understand why I'm like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's it like in One-tan-ah-merah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But girl, tonight you look so pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Northstar can't shine as bright as you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7696402598936947922?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7696402598936947922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/levis-billabong-wallets-and-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7696402598936947922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7696402598936947922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/levis-billabong-wallets-and-shoes.html' title='Levi&apos;s, Billabong, Wallets and Shoes.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfWKUmZghKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PqaNYWsSaiY/s72-c/Levi%27s..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8799291512003205063</id><published>2009-04-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:42:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One and a two and a JACKIEJACKIERUUU! (Quoted from Miss C)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq and I had like 6hours of math. Around there. 5periods of MATHEMATICS(3periods - amath, 2periods - emath) And after school, its like we had 1 hour of emath supplementary and some people didn't turn up. They said they had something on and Jacq and I saw them at the interchange after we ate with Christabel, Estelle and Zena. What kinda stupid excuse. Hah. Its like Jacq and I was like, "They are so dumb?" Ohwell they deserved that scolding from Miss C anyway. And francesca was like, "I know they went out, it's their Emath marks anyway." Whoa. Francesca can be like psychotic at times but she made sense. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the library to study yet again. We saw that ping pong girl. Honestly, her acting sucks. At least she had fair skin and obvious collarbones(Z says collarbones are sexy. HAHA. Syf-ers you'll now what I'm talking bout) Oh and broad shoulders. Then we ate Tako ballxzxz. Jacq claims that she saw the aunty at both bishan and tp. Like she was stalking her. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Nette and I walked to the interchange. While walking, Grace said that she'll feel like a dwarf cause he's coming. Teehee, good one Grace. (: Then we met up with G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentence of the day: One G makes the other G short. TEEHEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I did. OH. Englishhhhh. Like 23 out of 35 people got chased out of class. Cause the OBAMA assignment wasn't well done. Like hellooo, that's more than half the class. Hardcore manxzxz. We were asked to sit outside the principal's office. And we were asked by Miss Y, Mrs L and Mrs M to go up to class. But like most wanted to stay until EL lesson was over. Some were like, let's go up and apologise. And we sent 3 reps to go up. In the end, like what I thought would happen, we were asked to apologise individually if we wanted to go back to class. Many were complaining saying that they did not feel apologetic and it wasn't even their fault. Others were saying, "I'm sorry you're in the wrong." KH was like, "Why should I apologise for something I didn't do?" And I replied, "Yeah. And the thing you didn't do was your homework." -.- Crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. I'm so sorry gwace! It was like overboard. But we know you love us- One and a two and a jackiejackieruuu. And we love you too. Thank goodness, gwace is forgiving. Teehee. I'vegotherpictureatthebackofmyphone. I love you, GWACE! Okay her name is like grace but we pronounced it as gwwwwace. Gwace ace the race. AWESOME. Oh and we went to the Tp library to borrow "The clique". But Jacq couldn't find the last book. Oh well. Then we borrowed the summer collection. I saw David and Rebecca. He's still ever so goofy. Don't forget dude, I'm still the nuclear bomb. So Davidthewannabe, don't try to fight with me for the place! TEEHEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgOzt2PbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cArSMzMtxog/s1600-h/clique_cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328638222882192818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgOzt2PbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cArSMzMtxog/s400/clique_cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing, THE CLIQUE. Outcast: Claire Lyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgOzf0woI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QznhhfFpnh4/s1600-h/51AYtxeDvlL__SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328638222823375490" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgOzf0woI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QznhhfFpnh4/s400/51AYtxeDvlL__SL500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bitchiest of them all: Miss Massie Block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy. TODAY WAS ORH-SUM(Although, I think I'm gonna fail emath:( I'm a dead duck) Then we went for breakie wakie. With Christabel Neology, Jacq. We missed Macs breakfast and Jacq. Being the Kawaii Princess, her natural reaction is to storm off. HAHA, we persuaded Jacq with our persuasive language (: Teehee, its all about the tone yknow. Christabel was lucky she didnt have to buy her a gold statue. We pissed Jacq off the other time, we got her a gold statue of herself. HAHA. Ilovechristabel, she believed my inspirational story. Teehee, I love you, bitch. (: Then, we saw J &amp;amp; C. We had brunch together. We were crazyyy. It was like I didnt do anything, I was just like enjoying C's video and she snatched my phoneeeeee! :( You ah, I'll remember you for life! J helped her some more! I was like, "J, that's my phoneee. Give it to me!" In the end, he put it at the other side of the table. -.- And jacq took it. Thanks Jacq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christabel left for tution, and we promised we would go out more often. Thanks to me, you ate brunch with us. So interesting. We met Eunice Chan. Another joker. She loves Jacq's jokes. I can tell. Hmmm, then we left the two, to have their lovey-dovey and headed off to City Hall. To look for jacq's wallet. After looking in accessorise, billabong and roxy. Jacq made her decision after many critics of mine. Like who would actually buy that kind of wallet. Of which, was an insult to Jacq. We then proceeded to Suntec City, where THIS LADY WENT TO DO SOME CURLING DEMO THING ON MY HAIR. ALL THANKS TO JACQQQQ. Urgh, now I'm in denial. Cause big curls look great!!!! Thanks a lot Jacq. I couldn't find my shoes that I wanted :( And so, we ended up at Toys R Us. And we talked about Barbie and marriage. HAHA. Then I was disturbing Jacq with some Eeyore. Eeyer, so disturbing. And we ended up playing some coin machine thing -.- And we had the set of kids jewellery. We spent like 8bucks on it. AHAHAHAH, it was worth okay. We had so much funnn. So kewl. Like KEWL JEWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgPjGbraI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TQ81Np9bvGU/s1600-h/Kawaiii!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328638235601776034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgPjGbraI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TQ81Np9bvGU/s400/Kawaiii!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me if we both had deprived childhood -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgPZkoj1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XZI9C22Tohk/s1600-h/Akward__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328638233044094802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgPZkoj1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XZI9C22Tohk/s400/Akward__.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8799291512003205063?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8799291512003205063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-and-two-and-jackiejackieruuu-quoted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8799291512003205063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8799291512003205063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-and-two-and-jackiejackieruuu-quoted.html' title='One and a two and a JACKIEJACKIERUUU! (Quoted from Miss C)'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SfMgOzt2PbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cArSMzMtxog/s72-c/clique_cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1392686944701999409</id><published>2009-04-24T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:29:44.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwneddd.</title><content type='html'>Just came home from the library with Jacqxzxz. She couldn't find the tenth book of the clique. Oh well. She's finding the tenth book and I'm on my first -.- Oh. And my shoes got stolen I left it outside the house. I'm kinda like sick of that pair of shoes. But its a pity its gone. Well, you can't get rid of the old one how can something new come? Hmmm, I'm awaiting my new pair of shoes. Teehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like today we were in the library then Jacq and I decided to "test" Grace. So I messaged her that Jacq rolled down the stairs(of which, would never happen) and needed 5 stiches. She kinda like believed when I told her that we were at Tan Tock Seng and had no idea what to do cause Jacq's family members weren't there. An without telling us, she made a trip to novena and asked me what to do. But before I could reply, she went back to TP. -.- HAHA, although she may be a fly on the wall, I still love her! I had oral today. My brain was workig and I manage to do well enough, at least up to my standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohmy, disgusting. The identical bags."&lt;br /&gt;"Yuck?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of which, I think it looks like the energizer bag from danceworks?"&lt;br /&gt;Convo of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spend all your time waiting for that second chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the break that will make it okay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always some reason to feel not good enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need some distraction or a beautiful release &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories seep from my veins &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be empty and weightless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe I'll find some peace tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1392686944701999409?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1392686944701999409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/pwneddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1392686944701999409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1392686944701999409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/pwneddd.html' title='Pwneddd.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-5844235424917796020</id><published>2009-04-23T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:15:21.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRACEEEEE'S HOUSEEEEEEE. What a housefly.</title><content type='html'>I'm at grace's house now. So interesting. I love her fashion fever barbie. TEEHEE. Oh and someone's like using my name to post comments. NO-LIFERS. HAHA. I learnt that from someone and I saw amelia posting a comment on G's blog that no-lifers are not even in the dictionary. Oh well. That's cause the person who said it had to brush up her ENGRISHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, I don't know why but I think grace forgot to take her medicine. She's like laughing to herself. Its kinda creepy cause she is wearing the cat shirt with the cat's eyes. O.O Like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were at the locker and I like got locked up. Thank god I didn't die inside. Alright, gotta go. 90210, baby here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feelin' deep inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're right by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me this is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever we apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're deep with in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you'll be with me all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-5844235424917796020?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/5844235424917796020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/graceeeees-houseeeeeee-what-housefly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5844235424917796020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5844235424917796020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/graceeeees-houseeeeeee-what-housefly.html' title='GRACEEEEE&apos;S HOUSEEEEEEE. What a housefly.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8507747291962929124</id><published>2009-04-17T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:10:13.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD WITH HONOURS. A dream come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygawddd. My brain is still not really registering the WITH HONOURS. Ohmygawddd. I love you celestial! Do ya'll remember like it was 4 weeks before the central judging that we graded ourselves 6 upon 10? And we had to go up 4 notches each week? Then, I felt hopeless. But after the UCC run, I felt that if we really put our whole heart into it. We might accomplish. And we did. We hoped for at least a gold and aim for a gold with honours. We got it, we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the auditions. Next, the learning of steps then, the execution and feel. At the start, we wanted to finish the item by end of the year but we didn't managed to. And the week before Zaki left, we finally finished the dance. We had 3 weeks by ourselves with Miss Wee to get our pirouttes done and clean our steps us. Many of us were drilled but we did improve. Everyone improved. Especially our Miss Queen of Flirts, Theresa Syn :D After 6 months of hard work, all that sweat, tears and blood. (In terms of blood, I'm not referring to periods, my dear) Our hard work paid off. There was nothing else I could ask for. All the praying we did, God heard us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'n really glad that Zaki and Miss Wee are proud of us. And of course, Theresa's winking-subtly-but-not-too-dramatically smiling workshop did work. It's like when we performed, I felt so happy. I don't know why. :))) Everyone was more happy than scared when we performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without the teachers', choreographers', VP and P's help, we wouldn't have done it. Also, not forgetting our alumnis. Thank you so much for putting in effort for Celestial. We couldn't have done it without you. Many thank yousssss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Lee&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Mathew&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Zailee&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Lim&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Lock&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Michelle Tay&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Michelle Tan&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Wee-Tan&lt;br /&gt;-Mr Gary Tang&lt;br /&gt;-Mr Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Jenna Tan&lt;br /&gt;-Lizee (2008's Dance president)&lt;br /&gt;-Nicole (Dance alumni)&lt;br /&gt;-Isabel Francis (2008's Dance Vice-president)&lt;br /&gt;-Ij dance ensemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I LOVE YOU, MISS WEE AND ZAKI. TEEHEE. You guys have awesome jokes and similar ways of educating us with your love. HAHAHA. At least I made an extra effort to remember to point my toes so I won't need to chop them off and eat them. :) Yay, I'm looking forward to work with you'll again. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CELESTIAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you guys. :( But we still have showcase, nutcases!  We did it! YAY, I've got like cards for ya'll. And Miss Tan wants a reflection from us from our experience. She'll contact joce. Right, gotta run. Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8507747291962929124?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8507747291962929124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/gold-with-honours-dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8507747291962929124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8507747291962929124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/gold-with-honours-dream-come-true.html' title='GOLD WITH HONOURS. A dream come true.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3029328469795485210</id><published>2009-04-12T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:31:16.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Saturday, Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, let's see. Spent the whole day with G. We went to downtown east. Walked around and stuff. Teehee. It was cool. Except the fact that we couldn't catch the movie. -.- Cause it was all the bad timing. Alright, that's all I shall say bout Friday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning to go for dance. Thank goodness my dad fetched me to school. And got me breakfast(: Nice one. Hmmm, lot of people were late! @!$#$%^&amp;amp;* HAHA, chels found me dying when I reached the 6th floor. Dance started off with smiles, expressions. And of course, Theresa's specialty, "Wink subtly but not too dramatically." Yup, that was the whole point of keeping your smile alive. They did first 10 people's clean up. We learnt Grade (1, 2, 3, 4)'s ballet. I'm glad we passed with the gallops and skips. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dance, Les, Arielle, Far, Nic and I went for lunch. Nic went to buy some gay bottle for her gay friend from St Pats? Anw, it continued with Far, Arielle and I. Went to spotlight to get stuff. Then we went to cotton on. URGH. I swear I'm gonna get those shorts. :( At least I got the tank top :D It's blue! Halfway through the whole shopping thing, Far told me I still had the "Ilovelesley" on my right leg. And "Ilovenicole" on my left leg. Nic said, "I love your legs, ru." That's cause her name was on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was so absorbed into replying my message that when Far said "She didn't even see her." I realised she was talking about me, so I replied "See who?" Then she looked back and said, "RY." I was like "Oh. Right. HAHAHAHA." I couldn't see her man. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. It's a SIGN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when I reached home I bathed and head off to watch "Knowing" with my family. Had dinner with my grandpa. (: Anw, Knowing is awesome man! Like A-W-E-S-O-M-E. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I'm doing Amath now. Right, see ya'll later, alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-3029328469795485210?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3029328469795485210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-saturday-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3029328469795485210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3029328469795485210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-saturday-sunday.html' title='Friday, Saturday, Sunday.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7690962449128741408</id><published>2009-04-11T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:05:26.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where?</title><content type='html'>Ru Hui's gone missing!!! (In terms of blogging, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab5IwgcJRiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab5IwgcJRiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7690962449128741408?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7690962449128741408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7690962449128741408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7690962449128741408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/where.html' title='Where?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-5221796432551175478</id><published>2009-04-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:29:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the climb.</title><content type='html'>School was boring. Jacq wasn't in school. Thank goodness that during class Grace was with me. Or I really would have died. -.- Anw, the previous post was by Jacqueline Chen Meiting. Oh. After school, I replied Jacq's message. Like she's sick, and she sounded sick, and she wants to watch Jobros movie. Ironic ehhhhh, Jacq. But we're like still gonna watch it. Sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, dance was cool today. Cause Zaki said that Julvian's bun looks like it's giving birth to another bun. HAHA, funny hell. So now, since he also said we don't look as hot and flirty enough, and also not village girly enough. Oh well. Let's see how the item goes on MONDAYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-5221796432551175478?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/5221796432551175478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5221796432551175478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/5221796432551175478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-climb.html' title='It&apos;s the climb.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4267202362054531206</id><published>2009-04-08T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:44:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Jacq!</title><content type='html'>Sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Today totally sucked in school.&lt;br /&gt;Because Jacq was absent!!!&lt;br /&gt;And she's gonna be absent tmr too!&lt;br /&gt;All because the doctor gave her 2 days MC.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, school life is just not the same without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now instead of 2 flies, there's only one big fly in school!&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Jacq, I totally miss you and dont think you're a fly on the wall anymore because no fly is as kewl and as awesome as you! (Not even the big fly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4267202362054531206?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4267202362054531206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-jacq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4267202362054531206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4267202362054531206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-jacq.html' title='I miss Jacq!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-60534462129020157</id><published>2009-04-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:28:31.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVID ARCHULETAAA.</title><content type='html'>WHOOO. Awesome today. Today = FUNNN :D Teehee, we had like free periods all the way from after recess till end of school. Anw, dance was a better. I pushed myself harder this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. After dance Far, Arielle and I went to see DAVID ARCHULETA. Ohmy, he's cuter in real life though. :) Although he's super cute, but he can't be cuter than my babies - Nic and G. :) Also, not forgetting Jacq, Grace and Nette. ANW, it was so crowded. Met gemma and friend.(I'm so so sorry I don't know your name) And yeah, crazy. Arielle, Gemma and Far were saying that I'm obsessed about David?! Hello! If I were obsessive, take a look at SACHA and HER NICHOLAS JERRY JONAS manxzxz. Actually I'm crazier for Joseph Adam Jonas. :) Oh well. OH. I saw Sacha, Audrey, Brenda and friends too. They wrote a love letter to Archuleta. ;D Let's see, Grace and Lynette waited for bloody 5 hours, and they were in front. Ohmy. 5 hours. I'll be waiting for JB man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sadddd, Nic wasn't there to steal David A's first kiss. She wanted to do that though. Sad case. YAY, GM tomorrow = hoodie payment = soon hoodie will come. Same theory as: Pwned = Owned = Own = CAT. Righttt. Jenna's gonna comment our item tomorrow I think. And, I need ankle guard cause my ankle's gonna come off my leg. Oh well. My back is hurting as well. Plus, we'll be doing circuit. As in the 2min thing. Dead Ducks. I'm tired. I'll go collect photos now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-60534462129020157?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/60534462129020157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-archuletaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/60534462129020157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/60534462129020157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-archuletaaa.html' title='DAVID ARCHULETAAA.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-3035238844425849534</id><published>2009-04-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:32:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause it's you and me.</title><content type='html'>Countdown: 10 more days to the big day :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eezil's asking if I'm excited. More like fearful. Is that what I'm supposed to be feeling? After SYF, is mid years. I don't even know if I'm prepared. :( I feel complacent. Its not the way I should be feeling right now. :( I'd better start changing that way of thinking. I need my motivation to push me on. It was during earlier on's session that everyone kept quiet when we knew we have not much longer to do better and exceed our personal best(that's what Joce calls in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just asking my mummy what if we don't get gold with honours. And she told me that it's no point being pessimistic. Just do your best and don't regret. Sigh, I don't know if I'll be able to make it. Its so near, yet so far. Things these days seem so upside down, all my plans have been wrecked by last minute important-and-super-urgent stuff. That I leave no time for people I'm supposed to hang out with. I end up neglecting them once again. I have to apologise. Just give me 10 more days, alright? I love ya'll. Always. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side, I'll be looking out for the oh-so-adorable David Archuleta tomorrow. YAY, with Arielle. And for those dancers who would be tagging along, LET'S HAVE FUN ;D Because today, you all were YELLING and SCREAMING at each other during clean ups. Tsk tsk. Mars was just standing there and mumbling, "Guys, let's live in peace and harmony." Nobody cared, I think. Poor mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm going off. And once again, thanks to Jacq I've got my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S I am NOT a BIMBO. Dancers do not equal to Bimbos, you stereotypes. :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Saviour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He can move the mountains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My God is mighty to save,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He is mighty to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Author of salvation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He rose and conquered the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jesus conquered the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So take me as you find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All my fears and failures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fill my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everything I believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-3035238844425849534?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/3035238844425849534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-its-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3035238844425849534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/3035238844425849534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-its-you-and-me.html' title='Cause it&apos;s you and me.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8509418400932491553</id><published>2009-04-05T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:23:44.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna guide girls</title><content type='html'>I wanna guide girls!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna join Girl Guides!&lt;br /&gt;Then can guide girls and teach them the way of being a girl;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo style!&lt;br /&gt;Because that's the real me: A Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;(This is real!&lt;br /&gt;This is me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly &lt;b&gt;who I'm supposed to be now&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-8509418400932491553?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8509418400932491553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-guide-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8509418400932491553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8509418400932491553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-guide-girls.html' title='I wanna guide girls'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7392738715377271172</id><published>2009-04-05T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:20:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly on the Wall; Cockroach on the Floor. -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgl-rGDq6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LEvzVrcWc8Y/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321044718388489122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgl-rGDq6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LEvzVrcWc8Y/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now. This is a real big flyyy :) I love both her and her white horse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgl-tOlwqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IPSYG6UjpXY/s1600-h/n732871375_1551619_9290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321044718961148578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgl-tOlwqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IPSYG6UjpXY/s400/n732871375_1551619_9290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgl-FR7OtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GTfV6AWAZnU/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321044708237720274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgl-FR7OtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GTfV6AWAZnU/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my fly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. My brother's tutor yet again said that I don't look like a chinese. Not the first time. Since I was a kid, people asked me if I were a chinese -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- That question annoys me A LITTLE. -.- Anw, the other day before going for tuition, I was at Macs and this lady came up to me, asking if I were a chinese. AGAIN. I was like, "Errr, yeah?" Wtfff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I look like Eurasian, others say I look Malay. AND WORSE OF ALL, MY BBF(best buddy forever) SAID THAT I LOOK LIKE AN ALIEN. :((((( NBBA - Natural Born Bitchy A-hole. Teeheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I declare that I'm a pure chinese after distillation. TEEHEE. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and Fly on the wall is stuck in my head. Must be Jacq's revenge to get that song stuck in my head, after I took 1 and 1/2 hour of her sleep thinking about Right Round by Flo Rida. You spin my head right round. Right round. When you go down. When you go down down. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygawd, its seriously stuck in my head manxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't you wish that you could be a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fly on the Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A creepy little sneaky little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fly on the Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All my precious secrets, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You'd know them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't you wish that you could be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fly on the Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing! I want to go for JENNA'S TECHNIQUES. WTH, they're doing gym. I'm jealous. I wanna go! Crazy choreographer = Fun techniques :) The last time was a backwalk on a table. Probably, the next dance we would have a beam and we'll have to do a backflip on it. :X Who knows. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgn2VvvyfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AxBCrF5AU7E/s1600-h/1_166089480l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321046774242068978" style="WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgn2VvvyfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AxBCrF5AU7E/s400/1_166089480l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kick, Don't fight, Don't sleep at night. Its shake a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgn2OfvpMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/onwSGyEfDd4/s1600-h/gymnast-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321046772295902402" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgn2OfvpMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/onwSGyEfDd4/s400/gymnast-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I can do a backwalk on the beam though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7392738715377271172?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7392738715377271172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-on-wall-cockroach-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7392738715377271172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7392738715377271172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-on-wall-cockroach-on-floor.html' title='Fly on the Wall; Cockroach on the Floor. -.-'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sdgl-rGDq6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LEvzVrcWc8Y/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-6044031789808637912</id><published>2009-04-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:32:29.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celestial;</title><content type='html'>Hey Celestial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's session was.. I don't know? A good thing. Yet a bad one? Okay, anyway. We can do it. Do your best and the rest is up to HIM. He'll hear our prayers. Don't forget clean ups. And I'm sure that no one is pulling the team down, as long as you're doing your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seniors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, honestly. I don't want this to end. Sigh, working with ya'll since promenade. Crazy times. Crying our way from promenade to dance night and now, SYF. Cry me a river. Teehee. Anw, the Sec 4/5 seniors will have to fend themselves and lead the rest. I kinda don't look forward, cause that means you ALL are LEAVING. And I'm still quite dependent on you'll. Sigh. :(((( All the nutcases will be gone. Thank goodness, some crazy ones will be left. Teehee. Especially Nic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighto, the rest is up to God now. Good luck to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-6044031789808637912?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/6044031789808637912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/celestial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6044031789808637912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/6044031789808637912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/celestial.html' title='Celestial;'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-1030221538308023201</id><published>2009-04-03T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:55:49.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overall.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging. Well, the previous post was from Jacq, yet again. Lotsa things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual. Jacq, Grace and I were like discussing how people around us change. Oh well, some for the better. The others. No comments. I was flipping through Jacq's journal and I saw this entry where she was kinda pissed with some girl who was my friend. She felt a little disgusted by how she acts. Well me too, I wonder if it's just her or she was like that from the very start. Grace was like telling me to like post an entry. But not make it so obvious. Let's face it. People are changing like how Obama is changing the world. But I guess, in this situation. It's not like as if things were going and turning out right. Some are getting more sophisticated, while others.. Let's just say, they are not being very pleasant people. Cherish your friends when they're still with you. Who knows, even the most patient people amongst your clique might just get fed up and walk out on you. Oh well. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another session of meditation. Yup, that's what we call it. I saw arielle's face before it started. And I went, "Uh oh. I have a bad feeling." And we ended pouring. Hmmm, nothing nice to say bout that. At least, we didnt bottle up our feelings. Then, we did some crazy thing after meditation. Actually, it was just Ange, Julvian and I. Gosh, thank goodness we didn't get caught. ;) We'll die if we got caught I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danceworks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arielle couldn't get tickets. And she was freaking out. Teehee. I think she still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayings from Ryan Higa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PWNED = OWNED = OWN = CAT.&lt;br /&gt;Figure it out yourself, dude. TEEHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-1030221538308023201?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/1030221538308023201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/overall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1030221538308023201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/1030221538308023201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/overall.html' title='Overall.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-4757879439182302839</id><published>2009-04-03T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:36:34.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi</title><content type='html'>Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note to self: Owe Jacq $4 and a sack of potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, I'm gonna catch the 小白兔 (little white rabbit).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-4757879439182302839?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/4757879439182302839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-hi-puffy-ami-yumi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4757879439182302839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/4757879439182302839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-hi-puffy-ami-yumi.html' title='Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-7527830472163391625</id><published>2009-03-31T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:50:21.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4</title><content type='html'>I feel so super, duper, duper, duper generous today.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna treat Jacq to whatever she wants tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a creeepy little, sneaky little fly on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;I know she feels like eating mashed potatoes right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna get her the mashed potatoes from 7-11 and a sack of potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;So she can make mash potatoes anytime she wants. (Potato chips are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; the same as mashed potatoes. Everyone knows you &lt;b&gt;cant&lt;/b&gt; mash potato &lt;u&gt;chips&lt;/u&gt;. DUH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBAs - Natural Born Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;NBBs - Natural Born Biatches.&lt;br /&gt;Teehee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Jacq pwns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5z1yHqUuhA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5z1yHqUuhA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home today, I found rocks on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;So now I totally have a crush on Corbin Bleu. &lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; how he smacks the piano in the beginning of the video and then proceed to serenading the piano.&lt;br /&gt;(Shh, only Jacq knows. Cos shes a fly on the wall)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-7527830472163391625?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/7527830472163391625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-2-3-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7527830472163391625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/7527830472163391625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-2-3-4.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFqeoJpu3PE/TX7-y822PAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/0kY0GQsf0rw/s220/00b042x6.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-8053763640123139186</id><published>2009-03-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:09:52.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons in the Sun :( BI POLARIC</title><content type='html'>Just finished doing paperwork, and showered. Dance was okay(below average, truthfully). Except the prayers and rosaries in the chapel. Countdown: 17 more days to SYF. That's like a little more than 2 weeks. Sigh. A silver again? I hope not. Nic as usual was crapping. And this time she talked about getting participation. Ohmygosh. It was kinda funny though. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with a prayer by Su. And hymn. Then we went off with the rosaries. And ended off with a prayer. And hymns was the time when we laughed and cried at the same time. I guess, we're just bi-polaric. Sigh, there'll be only 7 of us left. After next year ;( Chels, Stelle, Nut, Jul, Nic, Lesley and me. Goshhh, I'll miss ya'll like crazy. :((((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since promenade, some of us have known each other. This is like the 3rd project that I've been working with ya'll on, I guess. Promenade, Dance Night(Ballet) , SYF - brought us closer. Its actually kinda a good thang, yet a bad thang. Like a bad thang cause I shed more tears when you're leaving :(( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celestial; syf '09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 more days to SYF. Killer date: 16 April 2009. We can do it guys. Actually, I say that hoping that I'll motivate everyone. But in the end, I don't get motivated. Probably it's just that Joce says it better. Oh well. I have one! Poem is to prose as dancing is to walking. HEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Better hit the finishing line guyssss. Like Joce the inspirational one said, don't be disappointed if we don't get what we want. Just work your asses off and at least you know you've done your best! LOVE YOU, ASSES TRUCK, ELEPHANTS, WORK LOADS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SdDfwfk1cMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nZq3LWMEi_Y/s1600-h/n598251160_2041709_160932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318997184127267010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SdDfwfk1cMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nZq3LWMEi_Y/s400/n598251160_2041709_160932.jpg" border="0" /&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/1659383706030486830-8053763640123139186?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/8053763640123139186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/03/seasons-in-sun-bi-polaric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8053763640123139186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/8053763640123139186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/03/seasons-in-sun-bi-polaric.html' title='Seasons in the Sun :( BI POLARIC'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/SdDfwfk1cMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nZq3LWMEi_Y/s72-c/n598251160_2041709_160932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659383706030486830.post-2176747265059798295</id><published>2009-03-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:15:27.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, Love, Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, dance was crap for me today. I didn't feel the music. Kept tripping on my skirt. Couldn't dance with my ankle guard. Cause I'll slip. Urgh. I hate today's prac. I felt so drowsy. I couldn't even concentrate what they'll are doing. 19 more days yknow. And I'm freaking like that? Dead ducks. Nic felt really bad too. Worse part was, I COULDN'T FULL OUT. OHMYGAWD. Sigh. I don't know what I'm doing. My fringe, freaking screwed up. WTFFF. I'm gonna do something bout it. Probably, cut bangxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not so looking forward for danceworks finals now. Yknow why, nat&amp;amp;far. :( :( :( :( Gosh, nic started the day with shitballs. I guess that's why we ended dance prac like that. -.- Eezil/Lizee came over to school to visit today:) Cause I invited her to. Probably, she's just like the north pole and I'm the south pole. She's just attracted to muah. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, BIG NUT SAID THAT THE BLUE BOTTLED MILK TEA WAS THE BOMB. You lied to me, nuttofarto! How could you! @#$%^&amp;amp;* Watch out. I'm going to bite you. RAHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least the best part of today was at YANYI'S. :D She invited me up her house after sending nic off to church. We caught up after 3 months. Good old time. At least, I know who's gonna be there when something happens. :) Well, I don't care if you don't like her. Cause I'll be like "Whatever." to those who discouraged me to be with her last year and so on. I don't really care about your comments. You think you cool? Right. Probably, studying is cooler than you'll are, girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, we watched stupid videos on youtube. Ryan's as usual. Yeah, baby. Let's go shopping, yanyi :))) The shop that never grows up: Forever 21. Teehee. Alright, blah blahhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45wAoY6fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vfx-htg9HPU/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318251706937043442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45wAoY6fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vfx-htg9HPU/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this one, yanyi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45win2enI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Vbw4EMtEcWY/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318251716061592178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45win2enI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Vbw4EMtEcWY/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45whwwGHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6pHNTC-TN6g/s1600-h/n598251160_2041705_1343553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318251715830487154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45whwwGHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6pHNTC-TN6g/s400/n598251160_2041705_1343553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone said we look like concubines. -.- I think it was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAT YONGGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45w3j7LTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qnnz2ywjf_o/s1600-h/n598251160_2041707_5082206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318251721682267442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45w3j7LTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qnnz2ywjf_o/s400/n598251160_2041707_5082206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily pads, Welcome to the Winx Club! HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45xIhD68I/AAAAAAAAAG8/OrRvU3kXGrs/s1600-h/n598251160_2041709_160932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318251726233660354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45xIhD68I/AAAAAAAAAG8/OrRvU3kXGrs/s400/n598251160_2041709_160932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nic actually looks normal here. At least, for once?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We had it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We were just about to fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even more in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Than we were before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I won't forget I won't forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;About us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But somewhere we went wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We were once so strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Our love is like a song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You can't forget it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I.have.to.admit.Demi's.voice.is.awesome&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659383706030486830-2176747265059798295?l=discontented-fame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/feeds/2176747265059798295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-love-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2176747265059798295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659383706030486830/posts/default/2176747265059798295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discontented-fame.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-love-dance.html' title='Live, Love, Dance.'/><author><name>Ru(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc1xpEdCwGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0500tryucyM/S220/Picture+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9H4Tw34HjBU/Sc45wAoY6fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vfx-htg9HPU/s72-c/Picture+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
