<?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-12712550</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:40:47.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marianne jeanne! :D</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of Hendricks, Marianne Jeanne. With all the ups, downs &amp; in-betweens. Sprinkled with lots, LOTS of L.O.V.E.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>890</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-568820871147674359</id><published>2008-03-10T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:03:57.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stray from love, this is how I feel.</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; just so I can reach my 890th post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'VE MOVED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://phasefetish.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone reads my blog anymore anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This is for any poor wondering souls who got lost on the way! Haha. No links/youtube videos on the new blog! Just purely pictures and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; it cut me like a knife, when you walked out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-568820871147674359?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/568820871147674359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=568820871147674359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/568820871147674359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/568820871147674359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-stray-from-love-this-is-how-i-feel.html' title='I stray from love, this is how I feel.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6307502692483407202</id><published>2007-12-30T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:41.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead us to a place where we'll be safe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3eKBCSeF4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/5BpIqz5ZLhQ/s1600-h/l_f53e1cabda66557bf939c0d577c15630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3eKBCSeF4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/5BpIqz5ZLhQ/s200/l_f53e1cabda66557bf939c0d577c15630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149736449320294274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUADRUPLE O-M-G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is on youtube. HAHAH! This is so funny! Or not, heehee. I just watched it, its so stange to see my brother on youtube. Well, he and someone are singing while someone else is playing the guitar. Go find him yourself. :D HAHAA. I am too embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sushi-teh for lunch. I am very sick of raw fish at this moment. I had tons of it today and I'm staying off raw fish for the moment. So CY, I know we're supposed to go for sushi buffet, but sorrrrrry. ): Maybe when I'm not so sick of fish alright? I promise we'll go some day. &amp;amp; dude, we NEED to go out before you leave for one whole year! At least you'll be in some cool place &amp;amp; maybe you might meet Orlando Bloom. :P Like seriously, you're one of the funniest people to talk to on msn. :D There better be internet connection there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd learn another language just to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6307502692483407202?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6307502692483407202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6307502692483407202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6307502692483407202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6307502692483407202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/lead-us-to-place-where-well-be-safe.html' title='Lead us to a place where we&apos;ll be safe.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3eKBCSeF4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/5BpIqz5ZLhQ/s72-c/l_f53e1cabda66557bf939c0d577c15630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-5370559796802750087</id><published>2007-12-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:42.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are nice. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving&lt;br /&gt;But I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone gets scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You're 'here' not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything&lt;br /&gt;To get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Can you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3UlkySeF3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/wdOgZD-5upY/s1600-h/banner4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3UlkySeF3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/wdOgZD-5upY/s200/banner4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149063062872790898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I love my presents. The last thing I actually expected was like everything was GREEN! Haha. :D Thanks a million yeah? I love them all. My christmas was spent at home. Well, nothing was done really. Just slacked my day away &amp;amp; opened my presents. Well, I was sleepy. Very sleepy. That was about it?  Yeah. On boxing day, I went out shopppping! Haha, went from city hall to town to newton and back home. Long trip! &amp;amp; my brother came home for dinner. Too bad he couldn't come back on christmas day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went KAYAKING. I was in the same kayak as Nadia, she was tired like after 1-/15 minutes so I practically rowed for her most of the time. Now I can't reach behind my back properly due to muscle ache. Haha! I swear I was mega tired or something, I could barely stay awake and slept for ten hours that night. Maybe it was due to my waking up at seven in the morning. I think I'm crazy. Oh well, went to town after that and caught National Treasure 2. It was pretty sweet, it had people wondering if it was real. I think there's a sequel to the show, I want to watch it! :D Headed off to my aunt's house with Dennis &amp;amp; Nadia after that. I took a few photos of Nathaniel taking pictures but too bad I can't transfer the pictures on this computer. Played monopoly and everything. Then headed home late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was planning to play the sims all day or something. In the end I had last minute plans and went off to Wisma to meet Nandee, Jonella &amp;amp; Sa. Calvin came later. Went window shopping and had beer battered fish(salt &amp;amp; vinegar) plus peach bubble tea at Far East. Later had sushi &amp;amp; orange juice from the supermarket at isetan(? Haha). And AGAIN, I walked in the wrong direction, haha! It was so stupid, I stopped in the middle of the path and squinted in the distance wondering where on earth Far East went. HAHAHA. Second time already, how horrible. I should seriously look before I walk. Had pizza when I came home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's your vice? You know that mine's the illusion that I'm okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-5370559796802750087?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/5370559796802750087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=5370559796802750087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5370559796802750087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5370559796802750087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/people-are-nice-seriously.html' title='People are nice. Seriously.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3UlkySeF3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/wdOgZD-5upY/s72-c/banner4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1148753040122739603</id><published>2007-12-25T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:42.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUB-DUB-LUB-DUB.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A heart that crashed &amp;amp; burned in shame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3DSASSeF2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/s-QO99i0j3s/s1600-h/emolove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147845276435617634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3DSASSeF2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/s-QO99i0j3s/s200/emolove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mass ended up alright, sat with the choir people &amp;amp; now they are getting me to join the choir. I'm not really excited to do it, but I'll just do it. Makes my life alot easier on Sundays. Thanks to everyone for the presents. (: Really sweet. The lady next to me at the choir bench was really cheery, her name's Rain(Spelling?), at least I think it's Rain. She's nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass did the usual exchanging of presents etc. Then half of us went to Sa's house. Played with the roulette wheel. By the way, I learnt TWO things from playing. 1) Red pepper spice + limeade = CHEMICAL REACTION. 2) Baileys + BBQ sauce = Vomit looking chunky gross drink. HAHAHA. Played twister and seriously got mega twisted up. Twisted until my leg started to cramp. Haha! Then it was to card games, taidi. Love the game. Everyone was 'drunk' because we kept putting all the wrong cards/smaller numbers down &amp;amp; we would be like "Eh, I never see, sorry. Very tired la." Haha! Then after awhile people started to fall asleep, then we all went homeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that you will always be my guardian angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1148753040122739603?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1148753040122739603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1148753040122739603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1148753040122739603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1148753040122739603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/lub-dub-lub-dub.html' title='LUB-DUB-LUB-DUB.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R3DSASSeF2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/s-QO99i0j3s/s72-c/emolove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7508223100955155510</id><published>2007-12-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:42.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We love conditionally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2-A-ySeF0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/h4uAXyTvgus/s1600-h/1953771712_c23c9b240b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2-A-ySeF0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/h4uAXyTvgus/s200/1953771712_c23c9b240b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147474715247253314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday was totally spent not at home. My cousin &amp;amp; family came down to Singapore (Celebrating Christmas with us I guess?). Went for lunch at a cousin's house. All the kids were there, :D The little boy from HONGKONG, Nathaniel was so cute. He has a hongkong accent. :D Mega cute! And he didn't like his picture to be taken, haha! He would put his hand at the camera and go 'No, no!'. HAHAHA, HE'S SO CUTE. I'm going to miss him when he leaves. ): His younger sister is like a walking doll. Someone took a picture of her &amp;amp; the flash was on. After that she just blinked really hard for awhile and she looked so SHOCKED. How cute is that? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, midnight mass? I still haven't wrapped anything. Talk about procrastination. I am such a sucker. I better start on something.... I seriously have no idea what I am doing this year, :/ All I know is that I am supposed to go out with alot of people within the last few days of my holidays, how am I supposed to do that? This is crazy. Movies, buffets, everything else in between. D: Next year is coming so fast, I have already planned how 2Jan will start. Talk about OCD, now begins the nightmarish side of my life. I wonder what will happen today. I still haven't decided on what to wear. Applausi(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its italian&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't believe in change, but its alright to feel the pain. Everybody feels some pain sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7508223100955155510?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7508223100955155510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7508223100955155510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7508223100955155510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7508223100955155510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-love-conditionally.html' title='We love conditionally.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2-A-ySeF0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/h4uAXyTvgus/s72-c/1953771712_c23c9b240b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-9182170208968999671</id><published>2007-12-23T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:41:22.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; all the foolish things we've done.</title><content type='html'>Okay, tuesday went to vivo. Had superdog &amp;amp; sushi. On Wednesday Charlene Goh turned SIXTEEN! Friday I went to the doctor &amp;amp; got a cream, I think I'll need to go to a specialist in the end. Which reminds me, I wonder whats my backbone degree now. Haha, I feel so sickly. HAHAHA. Today went to Ralph(Big)'s house for his inaugral birthday "party". Haha, it was more like a food fest. Pizza, sushi, nachos. I love my food, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD. My brother caught a cockroach, put it in a container &amp;amp; shook it like crazy. The cockroach broke a few legs but is still alive. OMG. I AM. IN SHOCK. TRAUMATIZED. COCKROACHES SUCK! Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; everytime, it feels like we are going to make it, that's when it falls apart.&lt;/em&gt; What do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; want for christmas? &lt;em&gt;All the little games we play &amp;amp; all the foolish things we say&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-9182170208968999671?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/9182170208968999671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=9182170208968999671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/9182170208968999671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/9182170208968999671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-foolish-things-weve-done.html' title='&amp; all the foolish things we&apos;ve done.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7016334606106527241</id><published>2007-12-17T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, my name is :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2X4OSSeFzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IydpdzFoOSo/s1600-h/l_0a0a388f59863f67e7c6a16dc07cbefc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144791073651824434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2X4OSSeFzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IydpdzFoOSo/s200/l_0a0a388f59863f67e7c6a16dc07cbefc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my right arm is aching. So around midnight on Saturday, I got a call &amp;amp; two people wanted to come to church with me. So okay, on Sunday I TOOK THE WRONG BUS. &amp;amp; I have been taking the bloody bus for how many years? Haha. I ended up in Bukit Merah, somewhere which didn't have any buses that went to church &amp;amp; I ended up cabbing. I still can't believe I took the bloody wrong bus. Okay, so after mass waited around in church awhile for mother, but apparently she went to another church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us headed off to town and walked around for abit. I swear BFF is the ultimate at DDR okay. I have never seen someone so good at DDR before. It's scary. Haha. Then we played air hockey. BFF kick our asses (Mine &amp;amp; Bhag). I swear she plays at the arcade daily or something. She's damn good. Had pastamania for lunch. It was like garlic bread &amp;amp; a drink for me, we weren't exactly hungry. Later headed off to where Laura worked &amp;amp; got a cake from there. It was mega rich &amp;amp; it had HAZELNUT CRUNCH. :D Love the hazelnut crunch stuff. Then Des came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for cinemas which weren't full &amp;amp; we found THE GOLDEN COMPASS had empty seats &amp;amp; we went to watch it. The thing was, all four of us had watched the show before. At one point we even sat with syncronised legs, right over left. But still, I like the show. :D After that we went to the arcade again. AIRHOCKEY-ED again. We kept switching partners. &amp;amp; anyone who parterned with BFF always won. Hahaha! The funniest part was when Bhag &amp;amp; Des paired, they couldn't stop fighting &amp;amp; they literally climbed on the airhockey table to get the pucks before us. Haha! They were using both arms to block the entire goal, but somehow we still managed to win 8-3! HAHAHAHA. Then we played Daytona. I crashed once, Des crashed 4 times. In the end, Bhag won(Mega unexpected okay), I was second, Bff was third &amp;amp; Des was fourth(crashed four times yo. Haha.). Walked outside and saw temporary tattoos/ hair extensions. Des got a tattoo while the rest of us got hair extensions, blue coloured. Just one small streak. I can hide mine quite easily. (: After that we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my arm is still aching. God bless Singapore. HAHAHAHAHAHA. May we all play good air hockey and even though we cheat, still score. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7016334606106527241?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7016334606106527241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7016334606106527241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7016334606106527241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7016334606106527241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-my-name-is.html' title='Hi, my name is :'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2X4OSSeFzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IydpdzFoOSo/s72-c/l_0a0a388f59863f67e7c6a16dc07cbefc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1063704159054084134</id><published>2007-12-15T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:43.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and a half?</title><content type='html'>Two years ago? Two and a half years ago? Back when I had short-er hair :D I miss having short-er hair. But people always tend to get the wrong idea, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2OzbySeFyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-cRqV1CspGU/s1600-h/-mj+012+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144152489324320546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2OzbySeFyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-cRqV1CspGU/s200/-mj+012+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2OzbiSeFxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/AuHX8YbkR3o/s1600-h/legs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144152485029353234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2OzbiSeFxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/AuHX8YbkR3o/s200/legs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right back where we started,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling apart at the seams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tagged your name on my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;I sat there and let it bleed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE, I ADVICE YOU NOT TO WATCH ALVIN &amp;amp; THE CHIPMUNKS. I really regret watching it, it was so boring, if not for the eight bucks I spent, I would've probably got up &amp;amp; left. It was a horrible show. At least I had salted popcorn dunked in nachos cheese plus sushi before, &amp;hearts; times a million for good food. Yesterday Charissa came over &amp;amp; we played THESIMS2 &amp;amp; now she's addicted. Heehee! :D You should play it tooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought twenty bucks worth of &lt;strong&gt;stuff&lt;/strong&gt; before heading off to town with Jesaike! The NOISE SINGAPORE thing is really cool, I love the artwork and photography like crazy. The first thing I could think of when I stepped into the place was DAUGHTRY! Memories, (: Got muffins from villa'ge. Ate them when I came back. Listen to Blake Lewis - How Many Words &amp;amp; Blake Lewis - I Got U &amp;amp; Taylor Swift - Teardrops On My Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;YAY, TAYLOR SWIFT IS FINALLY GETTING RECOGNITION IN SINGAPORE. :D GO LISTEN TO HER WHOLE ALBUM. Great album. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm letting you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're letting me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been caught in your rain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I almost drowned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm letting you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love's black and blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many words does it take to say I'm through?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1063704159054084134?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1063704159054084134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1063704159054084134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1063704159054084134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1063704159054084134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-and-half.html' title='Two and a half?'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R2OzbySeFyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-cRqV1CspGU/s72-c/-mj+012+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6830888962854984685</id><published>2007-12-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:43.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; watch as your heart speeds up endlessly</title><content type='html'>Bring the short hair back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R17Cc7ZJm0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/qUByLwMiXwE/s1600-h/recortefffxx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142761626738989890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R17Cc7ZJm0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/qUByLwMiXwE/s200/recortefffxx8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bum. I haven't been doing nothing but talking. Not exactly talking, but yeah. I want to make plans, but people have work. I want to watch Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium. It's so coooooooool. Seriously. I watched the Natalie Portman interview awhile back &amp;amp; have been wanting to watch the show since. "I asked for a lollipop &amp;amp; I got a lemur!" That's just fantastic. I LOVE it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I can't believe my life is going the way it is. I feel like I'm stuck in the past but bodily we're all the age we are now. Strange, no? The thing is, I still have the feeling something's going to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking a look at these photographs&lt;br /&gt;Fighting my tears I try to relax&lt;br /&gt;Cause you came and you left&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it all went by so fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6830888962854984685?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6830888962854984685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6830888962854984685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6830888962854984685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6830888962854984685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/watch-as-your-heart-speeds-up-endlessly.html' title='&amp; watch as your heart speeds up endlessly'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R17Cc7ZJm0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/qUByLwMiXwE/s72-c/recortefffxx8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6075623429200577250</id><published>2007-12-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:46:42.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical acclaim.</title><content type='html'>A &lt;em&gt;teardrop&lt;/em&gt; for whoever can guess which band the title of this post came from. No, I am neither sadistic nor emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse the obscene, ignore the untrue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depictions we see, try and get through-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admitting mistakes can't hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the last but I sure ain't the first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pretty is that? (: I think it's amazing. The screaming isn't too much to my liking, but I can live with it. I just love that bit the most. Maybe I should get all tattooed and buff and join them! HAHA. I am smirking to myself at the thought, it'd be hilarious, with the piercings and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ALL THE CANCER CELLS ARE GONE, poof. :D Woo-hoo. Let's just hope recovery goes well.The wedding preperations are well underway. The past few days have been pretty. Went out with Lin, Spiff &amp;amp; Bhag on Thursday, watched &lt;em&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/em&gt;. The stupid thing has two sequels. Why didn't someone tell me? The ending was crap, I would have preferred it if [SPOILER!]they didn't tell us about her deciding what war it'll be &amp;amp; just ended with the kids being reunited with their parents, the cliffhanger was such a bad one, I really am not motivated to watch the second movie[END OF SPOILER!]. Got chocolate for Lin's father &amp;amp; ended up not getting starbucks, cause Lin &amp;amp; I didn't like coffee, haha! Went homeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleeding lies on a pretty face, pay attention. I won't be here forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Hendricks Marianne Jeanne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6075623429200577250?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6075623429200577250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6075623429200577250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6075623429200577250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6075623429200577250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/critical-acclaim.html' title='Critical acclaim.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6297203367430672708</id><published>2007-12-04T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:10:06.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She falls from grace.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I am not looking forward to waking up early, but I'll do it. Right now, all I can think of is &lt;em&gt;Don't Speak&lt;/em&gt;. If you know me well enough, you'll know what Don't Speak is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why abnormal tissue growth exists, there's gotta be a better way to die than from cancer/tumors. Pollutants should be abolished. I should engross myself in something productive and stop thinking so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what you're thinking. I don't need your reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's got a slave-boy, you. Chained in shackles &amp;amp; wrapped around her finger. You'd do anything for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6297203367430672708?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6297203367430672708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6297203367430672708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6297203367430672708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6297203367430672708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-falls-from-grace.html' title='She falls from grace.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2513181101641427034</id><published>2007-12-02T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:43.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but a dead connection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R1KNUQeQqtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_tl5cXhhz58/s1600-R/437448724_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139325503941946066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R1KNUQeQqtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xPkpexQVMCY/s200/437448724_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond bored. I can't believe I accidentally deleted the wrong sims, ARGH. That was ultimate stupidity. Okay, I really hope the operation will go smoothly &amp;amp; she'll be okay. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. &amp;amp; I'm 90% not getting a job. Ha. Talk about procrastination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have fallen to my knees as I sing a lullaby of pain. I'm feeling broken in my melody as I sing to help the tears go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutless are the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2513181101641427034?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2513181101641427034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2513181101641427034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2513181101641427034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2513181101641427034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-but-dead-connection.html' title='Nothing but a dead connection.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R1KNUQeQqtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xPkpexQVMCY/s72-c/437448724_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7761243922632296515</id><published>2007-12-01T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:11:43.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They were here first.</title><content type='html'>Alright, my hard disk is giving trouble, so I will probably not be coming online as often until a new hard disk is up. The hard disk is the one with ALL MY DOCUMENTS. I will &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt; if it crashes, you hear me? So it better not die. Tons of videos &amp;amp; pictures are inside, I will DIE. I'm scared that it'll crash. So I better back up everything soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking has increased my appetite by a million-fold. I had three bowls of cereal today. That was in the duration of only a few hours. But it was the blueberry morning. It should be called cereal sins or something man. Haha. Okay, I want to crash my brother's house &amp;amp; eat pizza. I WANNNNNNNNT. Never invite me, tsk. Okay, sudden craving for tomyambanmian, again. PS calls. But I dont' want to go there again, after what happened the other time. It was really scary/freaky/weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's to say "I might have changed it all"? Our lives are better left to chance. You can't cheat death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is going for operation on my brother's birthday. My other cousin won't be here for my other brother's wedding. Well, I'm crossing my fingers &amp;amp; hoping for the best. &lt;em&gt;Smile as you will, brighen my day with a thrill&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7761243922632296515?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7761243922632296515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7761243922632296515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7761243922632296515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7761243922632296515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-were-here-first.html' title='They were here first.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-746310241344411213</id><published>2007-11-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:18:54.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just textbook stuff.</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was SENTOSA day. :D Sentosa day was spent playing in the sand and sea. After that, the four of us had a '&lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt;' dinner on the wet grass, haha! My dinner consisted of two packets of sushi and fries. In the end, I only ate one packet &amp;amp; half of the fries, haha! The other half went to Lin. Then watched some Australian(?) dancers &amp;amp; this hot gymnast/dancer guy. :D  After that, I headed home &amp;amp; saw HERSHEYYYY, :D She got too excited &amp;amp; pee-ed -.- But all if well, she was super &lt;em&gt;manja&lt;/em&gt;, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, met BFF in town, walked for about six hours straight. I couldn't walk for the rest of the day, dies. I have never walked until my feet hurt this bad before, haha! Had sushi for breakfast/lunch/dinner again. I really really suck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today stayed HOME. :D Relaxed and relaxed even moreeeee. Tomorrow, job hunting? Haha. I swear my plan will be ruined again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-746310241344411213?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/746310241344411213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=746310241344411213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/746310241344411213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/746310241344411213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-just-textbook-stuff.html' title='It&apos;s just textbook stuff.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2804835192025727042</id><published>2007-11-26T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:25:37.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really want to live forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went for mass, as per normal. After that, had tomyambanmian @ Bukit Merah, I didn't really like it. It wasn't the type I liked. This was the sour/spicy type. I like the PS one the best, (: Then met Cheng @ GWC. Job hunted &amp;amp; got two application forms. But I don't think I'll be taking those jobs. Then we watched &lt;strong&gt;Beowulf&lt;/strong&gt;. It reminds me of LOTR, the monsters/demons. It's scary/entertaining. There's alot of crude humor, but its really a cool show. The CGI effects are amazing. They really look like real people. Literally REAL. Even when there's water drippping from their hair etc. It looks so real you begin to doubt its CGI effects. Love the effects the most. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;HERSHEY came overrrrr. :D She mas &lt;em&gt;manja&lt;/em&gt; man. She would stop jumping/clinging onto my leg so that I would carry her. She pee-ed and poop-ed all over &amp;amp; when she gets scolded she looks really cute, sadistic? No. Haha. She has the really pitiful face when she's scolded you know? &amp;amp; she'll go to the person who's not scolding her. Haha. Okay, so basically I played with her the whole day. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA, TANNNNNNNNNNNN!! :D Fair be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasers &amp;amp; paintball guns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2804835192025727042?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2804835192025727042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2804835192025727042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2804835192025727042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2804835192025727042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-really-want-to-live-forever.html' title='Do you really want to live forever?'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2370504929052566662</id><published>2007-11-24T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:26:19.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside, it drives me crazy.</title><content type='html'>Friday was SHOPPING day. :D Got clothes + shoes for brother's wedding. Like, &lt;strong&gt;golden&lt;/strong&gt;. How cool is that? Haha. I love the golden shoes to the max, :D You can't get cooler than golden shoes. Haha, I feel so oldie goldie. Pardon the pun. I'm slightly high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a new phone, its a business phone &amp;amp; I have no idea why I got it. So uh, metallic pink sucks? HAHAHA. They said the brown sucked more, oh well. I am finding for themes. Themes, themes, where art thou themes? &amp;amp; I'm still waiting for my brother to come home to install the set-up box so I can watch football tonight, if he doesn't come home in time, I'll be &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt; depressed. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop killing my phone battery &amp;amp; listen to the songs &lt;strong&gt;on the computer&lt;/strong&gt;, no? Haha. I feel like such a retarded person. By the way, I don't like Chinatown very much, :X SOMEONE PLEASE FIX THE BOX-SHIT FOR ME. Pouts(Like that's so going to work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop spending money. (x23476523)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2370504929052566662?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2370504929052566662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2370504929052566662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2370504929052566662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2370504929052566662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/11/inside-it-drives-me-crazy.html' title='Inside, it drives me crazy.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7115857093902789178</id><published>2007-11-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0WHyrrd79I/AAAAAAAAAXk/tlPMPHQxGLI/s1600-h/l_a11cfead3dd217abdbd9030f646d465f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135660254874169298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0WHyrrd79I/AAAAAAAAAXk/tlPMPHQxGLI/s200/l_a11cfead3dd217abdbd9030f646d465f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close both locks below the window.&lt;br /&gt;I close both blinds and turn away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes solutions aren't so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes goodbye's the only way&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked the entire past two days. Eating ALOT &amp;amp; sleeping even more. Read books, had a sims2 marathon playing session today. Hershey didn't come, she went to the vet, ): I'm waiting for her to come, so I won't feel so lonely? Haha. Which reminds me, I need to get a job. Or so I say/procrastinate. &lt;strong&gt;AMERICANS, HAPPY THANKSGIVING&lt;/strong&gt;. Especially to RockSlightly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutnut, we need to get a job together &amp;amp; do lots of catching up. (: I haven't really spoken to you since Prom. &amp;amp; the last thing I said was something like "&lt;em&gt;Eh!&lt;/em&gt;". So much for proper conversation. My bad, job job job. I need to focus on getting one, maybe I'll check out the palce tomorrow(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can be the most biased bitch in the world at times. If I talk to many different people instead of sticking to one person, I have my reasons. One, I don't believe in CLIQUES. Because they make no sense, half of them aren't even actual friends. They just put on a farce and pretned to be, how amusing. I applaude thee. Two, sticking to one person is stupid, I do it sometimes, but it's just plain stupid. They're going to find someone else/ die someday. So, you my as weel be independant. Pffts. I have no idea where there came from.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because England are out of EURO08, stupid players. The game was pretty much crap. I believe Beckham had what it took to play from the start. &amp;amp; why isn't Carrick ever there? I wonder what went on in that tiny brain of his. Personally, I would choose Mourhino to replace McClaren. Too bad Rooney couldn't play &amp;amp; Lampard should die. Lol. EVERYTHING ABOVE; THE RECKLESS BANTER, IT'S ALL PART OF ME VENTING MY IRRITATION, THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three words, I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alot? Probably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do I actually miss?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7115857093902789178?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7115857093902789178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7115857093902789178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7115857093902789178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7115857093902789178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/11/shadow-of-day.html' title='Shadow of the day'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0WHyrrd79I/AAAAAAAAAXk/tlPMPHQxGLI/s72-c/l_a11cfead3dd217abdbd9030f646d465f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-8245536486464411824</id><published>2007-11-20T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:44.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've taken a liking to your habits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0KifLrd74I/AAAAAAAAAW8/qTMwzUOfeSA/s1600-h/l_fcf36714c85db239ec15c5a07adeb331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134845181750538114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0KifLrd74I/AAAAAAAAAW8/qTMwzUOfeSA/s200/l_fcf36714c85db239ec15c5a07adeb331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The paper cuts, the cheating lovers&lt;br /&gt;The coffee's never strong enough&lt;br /&gt;I know you think it's more than just bad luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0Kifrrd77I/AAAAAAAAAXU/9Jh6KE2gCCc/s1600-h/l_54952260e2d6032e8b309b999b6258b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134845190340472754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0Kifrrd77I/AAAAAAAAAXU/9Jh6KE2gCCc/s200/l_54952260e2d6032e8b309b999b6258b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from camp. I think I will slowly start using this account again. (: I've been neglecting it for a long time, sparsely updating and even the updates were crap. I do apologize. But yeah, I guess I shouldn't just completely disregard this just over whatever occured in my life. I can only vaguely remember why I stopped updating here, but I can't remember why. Now since I'm going to be staying at home for a long time, I shall just update, no? I just want to go to Sentosa again. The peeling has subsided. It started during camp, it looked kinda gross? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0Kifbrd75I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BHUIK9fFIJk/s1600-h/n534948865_135769_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134845186045505426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0Kifbrd75I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BHUIK9fFIJk/s200/n534948865_135769_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping pills, no sleeping dogs lie never far enough away&lt;br /&gt;Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you slowly winding down for years&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep on like this, now's a better time as any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've taken a liking to the piano version of Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids. Its kinda calming, for me. People just find its like someone banging on the piano. Well, it came from a screamo song, but I'm actually really intregued by the piano version, its really good &amp;amp; almost impossible to master. I wonder how long the person took to master it. It's amazing as far as I can tell. OUT OF THIS WORLD EXTRAODINARY. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0Kifbrd76I/AAAAAAAAAXM/ktDJ7A2CCQI/s1600-h/146665385_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134845186045505442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0Kifbrd76I/AAAAAAAAAXM/ktDJ7A2CCQI/s200/146665385_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff&lt;br /&gt;It's in the ABC of growing up&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, don't kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;Because none of us were angels and you know I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just say today was spent sleeping and I didn't go out in the end, sorry for being such a party pooper. I know you people wanted a sleepover &amp;amp; everything. But I was/am seriously tired. Sorry. Well, I doubt we'll all ever be free at the same time again this holidays &amp;amp; we're all going to go our seperate ways. ): Which reminds me, Marcella left on Saturday. I'm so bummed I was unable to send her off. I hope she comes back before heading for Australia. And I hope I'll be there to see her for one last time. MARMAR1 ♥ MARMAR2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's ok by me,&lt;br /&gt;It was a long time ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0Kifrrd78I/AAAAAAAAAXc/K0EwCeKEcuc/s1600-h/l_e89253e0c0ad5b8e8bbc507dad57f9b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134845190340472770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0Kifrrd78I/AAAAAAAAAXc/K0EwCeKEcuc/s200/l_e89253e0c0ad5b8e8bbc507dad57f9b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised since I abandoned this, a whole chunk of my life in detail has gone missing. Even in my other accounts of online journals are barely updated. Well, updated but not in much detail. Okay, I contemplate too much, I should learn to let go. But I don't want to become those who can go from one to another in a matter of days. What kind of game do they play? I'd rather have Russian Roulette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-8245536486464411824?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/8245536486464411824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=8245536486464411824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8245536486464411824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8245536486464411824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-taken-liking-to-your-habits.html' title='I&apos;ve taken a liking to your habits.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R0KifLrd74I/AAAAAAAAAW8/qTMwzUOfeSA/s72-c/l_fcf36714c85db239ec15c5a07adeb331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7307197813808731440</id><published>2007-11-16T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't nobody know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rz1GocUK_lI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qsM2ehiK8Qo/s1600-h/n534948865_135769_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133336810881744466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rz1GocUK_lI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qsM2ehiK8Qo/s200/n534948865_135769_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school is officially over, &lt;em&gt;I'll only go back one more time&lt;/em&gt;. Then I'll never see it as it is anymore.  I am still sunburnt from 13th Nov. Haha, haven't started peeling yet though. I swear RockSlightly is the epitome of love, &amp;hearts; times a gazillion times. (: Alright, I am exaggerating. I cannot wait for next next(?) week. I'll be getting &lt;strong&gt;DARKER&lt;/strong&gt; again. Yay for membership cards, yet another LUGE/SKYRIDE. Which reminds me, I have yet to confirm with yet another person. I wanna go on the LUGE again. This time FAST &amp;amp; FURIOUS. We'll overtake everybody &amp;amp; this time no one crashes, no one can be slow. &amp;amp; we shall scream again, all the way up to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp starts in less than three hours, ): I really want to stay home and play &lt;strong&gt;FACEBOOK &amp;amp; MYSPACE&lt;/strong&gt; BUT NO, I HAVE CAMP. I just don't want to miss RockSlightly being online/replying. Oh well, I shall enjoy myself. No regrets, no regrets. I better start packing. I cannot wait for next next(?) week to come. Which reminds me, we still have to go somewhere else. I want to eat the Chicken thing from delifrance again, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That below, applies to you, without &amp;hearts; intended.&lt;/em&gt; But it's not like I'm waiting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Great tenacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rz1GosUK_mI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-YJCt2O-nx8/s1600-h/iha.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133336815176711778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rz1GosUK_mI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-YJCt2O-nx8/s200/iha.png" 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/12712550-7307197813808731440?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7307197813808731440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7307197813808731440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7307197813808731440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7307197813808731440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-nobody-know.html' title='Don&apos;t nobody know?'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rz1GocUK_lI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qsM2ehiK8Qo/s72-c/n534948865_135769_2370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7193309531693651391</id><published>2007-11-02T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:44.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisper of angels.</title><content type='html'>For I may be on rocky ground, but at least its stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyrDKtfkqZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1ozEV2tGmLw/s1600-h/l_e7092b4c699b7b0b4a56abad0d0a6029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128125714492860818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyrDKtfkqZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1ozEV2tGmLw/s200/l_e7092b4c699b7b0b4a56abad0d0a6029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I give you this one thought to keep-&lt;br /&gt;I am with you still - I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am a thousand winds that blow,&lt;br /&gt;I am the diamond glints on snow,&lt;br /&gt;I am the sunlight on ripened grain,&lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle autumn rain.&lt;br /&gt;When you awaken in the morning's hush,&lt;br /&gt;I am the swift, uplifting rush&lt;br /&gt;of quiet birds in circled flight.&lt;br /&gt;I am the soft stars that shine at night.&lt;br /&gt;Do not think of me as gone-&lt;br /&gt;I am with you still - in each new dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember me when I'm gone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7193309531693651391?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7193309531693651391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7193309531693651391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7193309531693651391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7193309531693651391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/11/whisper-of-angels.html' title='Whisper of angels.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyrDKtfkqZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1ozEV2tGmLw/s72-c/l_e7092b4c699b7b0b4a56abad0d0a6029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-9051091838436702526</id><published>2007-10-28T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:45.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we're trying too hard.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted any pictures in a long time, here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyRjS9fkqWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1w4wIfahgEo/s1600-h/l_13ad1327cdf57ec9bf968519e8c023ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126331453250251106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyRjS9fkqWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1w4wIfahgEo/s200/l_13ad1327cdf57ec9bf968519e8c023ba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyRjTdfkqXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8pyYcRbTf4A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126331461840185714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyRjTdfkqXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8pyYcRbTf4A/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyRjUdfkqYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RoH45zaHkzY/s1600-h/l_ebc4aacd4d66ff0ffab2ffc7d8902105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126331479020054914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyRjUdfkqYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RoH45zaHkzY/s200/l_ebc4aacd4d66ff0ffab2ffc7d8902105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its the O levels and there's 11 more papers and by the end of this week, only 6 more papers. &lt;em&gt;It'll end soon, it'll end soon, it'll end soon..&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, notes, where are you? Tomorrow's ENGLISH! Panic time... &amp;amp; there's the arsenal/liverpool match. I am looking forward to a reds win &amp;amp; yet another reds win over arsenal next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear if thoughts were actually put down in words, this post would be fucking colourful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-9051091838436702526?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/9051091838436702526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=9051091838436702526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/9051091838436702526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/9051091838436702526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-were-trying-too-hard.html' title='Maybe we&apos;re trying too hard.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RyRjS9fkqWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1w4wIfahgEo/s72-c/l_13ad1327cdf57ec9bf968519e8c023ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1919164889769829804</id><published>2007-10-17T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:17:21.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayday parade, take me away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Because these words are never easier for me to say&lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this song is ultimately depressing. Seriously, ultimately depressing. Okay, I should go study. &amp;amp; talk to happy people. But too bad all the happy ones can fall asleep without troubled minds. So I'm with the depressed ones. Nevermind, we'll keep each other company. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this will be the first time in a week&lt;br /&gt;That I'll talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;Been three whole days since I've had sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because I dream of his lips on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;And I got the point that I should leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;But we both know that I'm not that strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1919164889769829804?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1919164889769829804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1919164889769829804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1919164889769829804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1919164889769829804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/10/mayday-parade-take-me-away.html' title='Mayday parade, take me away.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-5504922540109688226</id><published>2007-10-13T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:45.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday?</title><content type='html'>I love toilet paper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RxBLWMHf0YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UjhD0F0lzX8/s1600-h/phone-d+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120675620902130050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RxBLWMHf0YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UjhD0F0lzX8/s200/phone-d+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall. skinny girl. Tsk, make me feel so short only uh, haha. Anyway, I miss you Cheng! I can only see you again on Tuesday. If we're all held in the same room that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, uncle &amp;amp; aunty are in Singapore. Haven't seen them since... When I visited them in December2005? Yeah, two years. Kinda sucks with everyone living everywhere. Everyone stop leaving &amp;amp; stay in one place, deal? Haha. Oh well, I guess you get to visit more places. Yet another excuse for travelling. Maybe I'll go visit them &amp;amp; they can take me to THEME PARKS. &lt;3 Haha, that'll be in two years time though, oh well. Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're trying too hard, maybe we're torn apart. I don't know what to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-5504922540109688226?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/5504922540109688226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=5504922540109688226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5504922540109688226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5504922540109688226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/10/cant-we-be-ourselves-like-we-were.html' title='Can&apos;t we be ourselves like we were yesterday?'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RxBLWMHf0YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UjhD0F0lzX8/s72-c/phone-d+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-758217397292552941</id><published>2007-10-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:45.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thick as thieves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The last line hits you, don't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RwesLcHf0XI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7wfpg1n-BpU/s1600-h/66wufqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118248814056034674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RwesLcHf0XI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7wfpg1n-BpU/s200/66wufqq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I'd do for people. Yet when you ask me why I'd do what I do, I can't give you a reason why. There are things I'd do that even confound me.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with EngHengHeng(+FCC) today. :D More catching up to do tomorrow. Monday is tuition day. Sigh, I see the days flying by so fast and I'm still thinking there's still a long way more to go. Long isn't exactly long anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is the greatest of them all, it's not over unless you let it break you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-758217397292552941?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/758217397292552941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=758217397292552941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/758217397292552941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/758217397292552941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/10/thick-as-thieves.html' title='Thick as thieves.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RwesLcHf0XI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7wfpg1n-BpU/s72-c/66wufqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2218126505430757320</id><published>2007-10-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:45.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We both know, this is not the first time.</title><content type='html'>Spot the difference? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RwJH9sHf0VI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vOcmbl8C0Q4/s1600-h/withref.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116731251786502482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RwJH9sHf0VI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vOcmbl8C0Q4/s200/withref.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RwJH98Hf0WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wXN0m46sx94/s1600-h/gerrardtorres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116731256081469794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RwJH98Hf0WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wXN0m46sx94/s200/gerrardtorres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very belated happy birthdays to: Angie, Marcella, Marissa, Grace, Dude(YOU'RE OLD, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TWENTYONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!) &amp;amp; Michael. Plus all the rest from class. Why must all your birthdays be around the same time man? I swear this is some kind of conspiracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Convictions &amp;amp; lies. From friends to passing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acquaintances&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/12712550-2218126505430757320?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2218126505430757320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2218126505430757320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2218126505430757320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2218126505430757320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-both-know-this-is-not-first-time.html' title='We both know, this is not the first time.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RwJH9sHf0VI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vOcmbl8C0Q4/s72-c/withref.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1908049431078010598</id><published>2007-09-21T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:13:03.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Undead - Circles.</title><content type='html'>DAUGHTRY! DAUGHTRY! DAUGHTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I love Daughtry. (: Thank you very much. I went to Heeren, got the cd and got it autographed on the spot. :D Oh man, two of them smiled at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I am really biased towards them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them. Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1908049431078010598?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1908049431078010598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1908049431078010598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1908049431078010598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1908049431078010598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/09/hollywood-undead-circles.html' title='Hollywood Undead - Circles.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3826254885732897080</id><published>2007-09-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:47.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime you leave,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBHjMB4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/GRuH8jxkGEA/s1600-h/cd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963261039773570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBHjMB4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/GRuH8jxkGEA/s200/cd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBHjMB5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/FYXLC1nUTvs/s1600-h/4z2lm3n.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963261039773586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBHjMB5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/FYXLC1nUTvs/s200/4z2lm3n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBXjMB6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/BuAXIjr71PI/s1600-h/C_3_photogallery_65_photos_foto_2_imagebig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963265334740898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBXjMB6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/BuAXIjr71PI/s200/C_3_photogallery_65_photos_foto_2_imagebig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBXjMB7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/KtoFucUnrMU/s1600-h/manchester2004-65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963265334740914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBXjMB7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/KtoFucUnrMU/s200/manchester2004-65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBnjMB8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/gVCzxZLVAD8/s1600-h/IMG_2956_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963269629708226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBnjMB8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/gVCzxZLVAD8/s200/IMG_2956_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP all those who were lost in 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, went to Jurong with Steph from 10-530. A good long seven&amp;a half hours. Saw Des &amp;amp; Sa's dad? Haha, weirdly strange. The lunch at Macs was good though, (: I haven't been there in a damn long time. Feels oddly weird to remisce about such a place from such a long time ago &amp; how much things have changed. I so remember the library so vivdly, yet I couldn't pinpoint its location, I couldn't remember at first, at all. But when I got there- Everything just came back. You just know it like the back of your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mari, you think too much. Stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, "Old habits die hard", no? Back to the 'NOW'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the emath+biology paper. Emath was way easier than I anticipated. Maybe it was becuase the stupid paper two was so tedious, they made paper1 easy? Biology was just, strange. I don't know, I wrote stupid answers. Thats all I can remember. I put SOLID &amp;amp; LIQUID when they asked for the forms of energy. Argh, bangs head on table. I don't even want to check if my other answers are right. I just hope I don't screw my paper1. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, tell me why i am willing to go back to Jurong again tomrrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We play the part, but we're just pretending. I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through. I'm just waiting for the promise of bliss. Step one to letting go, tell me what to do.&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/12712550-3826254885732897080?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3826254885732897080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3826254885732897080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3826254885732897080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3826254885732897080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/09/everytime-you-leave.html' title='Everytime you leave,'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuavBHjMB4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/GRuH8jxkGEA/s72-c/cd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2311525334166044617</id><published>2007-09-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:47.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I want to be like Jonny Evans.</title><content type='html'>MCALISTER. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuQIQHjMB2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/igmHYeVbOv8/s1600-h/mcalister.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108216950342551394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuQIQHjMB2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/igmHYeVbOv8/s200/mcalister.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuQIQHjMB3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/KPjemIAPS58/s1600-h/l_c01abdc19825a3d6e543389c41bf607e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108216950342551410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuQIQHjMB3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/KPjemIAPS58/s200/l_c01abdc19825a3d6e543389c41bf607e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired after watching all those matches last night I decided to go for mass at St Berns. After that, I bought sushui from Great World and went home to relish them. Haha. They're good, great, amazing. Everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so right now I'm watching Jonny Evans. He has 9 GSCEs and &lt;strong&gt;all were A* or As&lt;/strong&gt;. Soon his pay will be ADFIUSBKFJD amazing too! He's only 19 and he's already playing for Northern Ireland. He's a Man Utd player... I can't help but be biased can I? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash: Olalla(Or an impersonator) is now offically a WAG. It's quite horrible, because she's wearing a necklace with the letter A, I mean, &lt;em&gt;who's A?&lt;/em&gt; In Fernando Jose Torres Sanz I don't see A being of any significance. Cross your fingers, pray it's an impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugby news, ALL BLACKS THRASHED ITALY! Australia demolished Japan(who seriously need to grow &amp; gain lots of weight to actually play internationally) and England beat USA. My new favourite All black, MCALISTER. Jonny Wilkinson, please please please be able to play the next match! Wales beat Argentina? I think. Haha, I only remember them because of they fly-back, JAMES HOOK. Same name as captain hook! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a loveheart carved on a tree&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2311525334166044617?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2311525334166044617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2311525334166044617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2311525334166044617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2311525334166044617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-i-want-to-be-like-jonny-evans.html' title='Hi, I want to be like Jonny Evans.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuQIQHjMB2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/igmHYeVbOv8/s72-c/mcalister.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7867053093780268731</id><published>2007-09-08T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:48.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I can't let go.</title><content type='html'>Ryan Shackler, of MTV's The Life Of Ryan. Pro-skater, single and turning 18 December 30th. 173cm tall and uh, bloody cool? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJURnjMBxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5t3GAuFMOLU/s1600-h/0002A35C0009EE34000770FBFFFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107737589042644754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJURnjMBxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5t3GAuFMOLU/s200/0002A35C0009EE34000770FBFFFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJUSHjMByI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OmCYLISHsKk/s1600-h/00029B1C0009F09D000770FBFFFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107737597632579362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJUSHjMByI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OmCYLISHsKk/s200/00029B1C0009F09D000770FBFFFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJUSXjMB0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/8Rs2oE2jMHs/s1600-h/rsnew7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107737601927546690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJUSXjMB0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/8Rs2oE2jMHs/s200/rsnew7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys. (Yes, FOUR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJUSHjMBzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8hAx4YoOFLQ/s1600-h/Bsbpromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107737597632579378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJUSHjMBzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8hAx4YoOFLQ/s200/Bsbpromo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You-know-who. Words added in by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJUSnjMB1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/0D24gkFTqj8/s1600-h/Facedown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107737606222514002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJUSnjMB1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/0D24gkFTqj8/s200/Facedown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favourite song. Inconsolable by the Backstreet Boys. The lyrics are so sad. When I first listened to the song, I didn't think it was like sad or nice or anything. Then I read the lyrics. Ahh, now I'm fully 100% &lt;strong&gt;addicted&lt;/strong&gt;. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, please check out The Life Of Ryan if possible. &amp; if you manage to find the episodes, please tell me, thanks. Good luck to the All-Blacks and to England(I hope Jonny Wilkinson gets better in soon!). Also, good luck to England &amp;amp; Spain in the Euro 08 qualifiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADOkvfYvUKs" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I memorized the number so why can't I make the call? I don't want to be like this, I just want to let you know, everything that I hold in is everything I can't let go. Keeping it inside, it's killing me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7867053093780268731?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7867053093780268731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7867053093780268731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7867053093780268731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7867053093780268731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-i-cant-let-go.html' title='Everything I can&apos;t let go.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RuJURnjMBxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5t3GAuFMOLU/s72-c/0002A35C0009EE34000770FBFFFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6226040871286764396</id><published>2007-08-31T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:31:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanking god that you weren't there to see me like that.</title><content type='html'>I should log into my accounts more often, I keep forgetting which passwords access which account, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched two movies in the past two days. The Bourne Ultimatum and Hairspray. I prefer the former. But the latter is really funny! The former is just action packed and nerve racking. Kinda. Well, I just like it, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw the four people form HEROES. :D I stood at the south entrance where they were coming in for an hour, just to get a look and possibly autographs/picutres? I got Mohinder(SR's autograph! He literally signed SR. It looks pretty much like a scribble, but he was kinda signing alot. I don't blame him. Haha. I want the pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst, they are all really good looking. Even Parkman(Greg Grunberg), yes even Parkman. He is surprisingly really good looking. Note, he's 44 and he looks 29/32 ish? Do you know, Hiro(Maki Osa) has an IQ of 180? He is fluent in English, Japanese and Spanish. Cool, no? Milo Ventimiglia didn't come, ): He's lacto-vegetarian. We shold all turn laco-vegetatian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm spouting nonsense, I'm sick and... Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6226040871286764396?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6226040871286764396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6226040871286764396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6226040871286764396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6226040871286764396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanking-god-that-you-werent-there-to.html' title='Thanking god that you weren&apos;t there to see me like that.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1369307262721698054</id><published>2007-08-29T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:29:13.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy set in play.</title><content type='html'>Don't even think of committing suicide. Don't waste life. If you really want to, first give your life to this guy, okay? All that's left now is his pregnant girlfriend. Rip Antonio Puerta. &amp; soon, one year anniversary Stevo. I miss watching your shows, alot. I miss watching Steve and Bindi playing together. There's something missing in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/znolTx6FPWQ" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something missing and I know we will never find it again. Don't tell me you want to die. Tell me you want to live&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I live, I breathe, I cry, I hurt, I laugh, I smile. I make my life worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1369307262721698054?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1369307262721698054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1369307262721698054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1369307262721698054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1369307262721698054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/tragedy-set-in-play.html' title='Tragedy set in play.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6133584257538527</id><published>2007-08-27T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:44:28.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and after seem the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want to pinch Kasper's cheeks. He looks like this cute little boy still, even though he's turning 21 soon. Teehee. :D On the right, his dad. Kasper should join United. He can take over Van Der Sar after he retires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voetbalonline.nl/objects/00003308.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.voetbalonline.nl/objects/00003308.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teamtalk.com/Images/45092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.teamtalk.com/Images/45092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's got good genes, ignoring the fact that his mom is a tad short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schmeichel junior, amazing.&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/12712550-6133584257538527?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6133584257538527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6133584257538527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6133584257538527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6133584257538527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/before-and-after-seem-same.html' title='Before and after seem the same.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-5284401908162055784</id><published>2007-08-25T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T13:52:20.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights have never been so cold.</title><content type='html'>Okay, my whole post got deleted. Basically, sorry for not replying on time/at all even some times. I'm usually not online, though I appear to be. As the prelims are coming up shortly, stressed I am. Um, good luck. 8 papers, 6 subjects, 4 days, 2 papers a day. Whee.... (With estasticsm, pffts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPtD6kxU5XQ" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who can reach you, can love you or leave you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-5284401908162055784?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/5284401908162055784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=5284401908162055784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5284401908162055784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5284401908162055784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/nights-have-never-been-so-cold.html' title='Nights have never been so cold.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-5966568160648621946</id><published>2007-08-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:48.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I'm running away</title><content type='html'>I swear it's illgeal to be as good looking as Gaspard Ulliel and Guillaume Canet. They're better than drool worthy. They're from the same hometown, they must have amazing godly genes there. Someone take me there alright? I'll share one with you? HAHAHAHA. I'm talking nonsense, no? You should've heard what I said in english orals. It was laugh-worthy. Even the examiner was laughing at my comments on the "coach".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOGUMS, BOOOOOOOOOOOOGUMS. (I like this line.) Happy belated birthday Panny. Everybody, go to youtube.com and search pannywanny &amp; you'll see one of the bestest people you meet on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted picture in such a long time, so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNQvbPfpI/AAAAAAAAATc/rhJP37f46yc/s1600-h/084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099707840559283858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNQvbPfpI/AAAAAAAAATc/rhJP37f46yc/s200/084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNRfbPftI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pue7OW_Phao/s1600-h/Torres710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099707853444185810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNRfbPftI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pue7OW_Phao/s200/Torres710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNQ_bPfqI/AAAAAAAAATk/mFli_B-RDNs/s1600-h/l_f2f186653e15a585ddea175f7c5eebf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099707844854251170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNQ_bPfqI/AAAAAAAAATk/mFli_B-RDNs/s200/l_f2f186653e15a585ddea175f7c5eebf5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNQ_bPfrI/AAAAAAAAATs/YLEymdC5vgA/s1600-h/shoot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099707844854251186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNQ_bPfrI/AAAAAAAAATs/YLEymdC5vgA/s200/shoot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNRfbPfsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tGyE0XhnmB8/s1600-h/dreaming8006008ng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099707853444185794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNRfbPfsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tGyE0XhnmB8/s200/dreaming8006008ng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lack of sleep kicks in and my typing becomes incorrigble, I shall take my leave. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-5966568160648621946?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/5966568160648621946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=5966568160648621946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5966568160648621946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5966568160648621946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah-im-running-away.html' title='Yeah, I&apos;m running away'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RsXNQvbPfpI/AAAAAAAAATc/rhJP37f46yc/s72-c/084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-5211624622930852810</id><published>2007-08-12T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:12:10.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never stop</title><content type='html'>SUNDERLAND WAS AT THE TOP OF THE PREMIERSHIP TABLE FOR AWHILE, WITH THREE POINTS. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Keano. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what will happen in the Man Utd &amp; Liverpool matches!&lt;br /&gt;Also, congratulations to Newcastle, 3-1. HAAAAAAAAAA. He's Smith, he's Alan Alan Smithhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FERNANDO TORRES, LALALALA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-5211624622930852810?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/5211624622930852810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=5211624622930852810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5211624622930852810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5211624622930852810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-never-stop.html' title='I&apos;ll never stop'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6248359136187679871</id><published>2007-08-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:49.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your emotional tools can cure any fool whose dreams are falling apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxrg9qkRPI/AAAAAAAAATU/7AUz36g3-FM/s1600-h/070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097067092329645298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxrg9qkRPI/AAAAAAAAATU/7AUz36g3-FM/s200/070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxq59qkRLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/EYRFLVTpF8I/s1600-h/shoot4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097066422314747058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxq59qkRLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/EYRFLVTpF8I/s200/shoot4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxq6NqkRMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rVXrPHsvj2g/s1600-h/shoot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097066426609714370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxq6NqkRMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rVXrPHsvj2g/s200/shoot3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxq6NqkRNI/AAAAAAAAATE/3mPwR_mWwoE/s1600-h/shoot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097066426609714386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxq6NqkRNI/AAAAAAAAATE/3mPwR_mWwoE/s200/shoot5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxq6dqkROI/AAAAAAAAATM/uLuvwaV9k5E/s1600-h/shoot8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097066430904681698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxq6dqkROI/AAAAAAAAATM/uLuvwaV9k5E/s200/shoot8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall somewhat revive this to a certain extent, only updating on major issues. Other than that, posts will be in LJ... Until I decide to move back here again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; most of all, don't apologize.&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/12712550-6248359136187679871?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6248359136187679871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6248359136187679871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6248359136187679871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6248359136187679871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-emotional-tools-can-cure-any-fool.html' title='Your emotional tools can cure any fool whose dreams are falling apart.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rrxrg9qkRPI/AAAAAAAAATU/7AUz36g3-FM/s72-c/070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1200822536039667893</id><published>2007-08-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it's too late to turn it around.</title><content type='html'>After everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE MOVED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livejournal. Locked.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me for the URL yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrWneNqkRKI/AAAAAAAAASs/unxAN5L081U/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095162690945696930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrWneNqkRKI/AAAAAAAAASs/unxAN5L081U/s200/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my life to be an open book anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1200822536039667893?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1200822536039667893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1200822536039667893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1200822536039667893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1200822536039667893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-its-too-late-to-turn-it-around.html' title='Now it&apos;s too late to turn it around.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrWneNqkRKI/AAAAAAAAASs/unxAN5L081U/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1190651725004949162</id><published>2007-08-04T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:40:21.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not here to lie to you.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say anymore. Just so you know, she replied all but one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1190651725004949162?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1190651725004949162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1190651725004949162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1190651725004949162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1190651725004949162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-here-to-lie-to-you.html' title='I&apos;m not here to lie to you.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-8143706544136640223</id><published>2007-08-04T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face down in the dirt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is what you call love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'll tell you my friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day this world's going to end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As your lies crumble down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new life she has found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrP9w9qkRJI/AAAAAAAAASk/7JhGD8h20GM/s1600-h/l_e210bdf7e037ec30e22492568025fb9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094694621114811538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrP9w9qkRJI/AAAAAAAAASk/7JhGD8h20GM/s200/l_e210bdf7e037ec30e22492568025fb9a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am procrastinating again. I really shouldn't be online. But currently, there's just this relly sombre atmosphere. I should take my leave now. Oh yes, listen to Jenny. (: Screw Eric Dill, Kyle Patrick is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, I've finally had enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-8143706544136640223?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/8143706544136640223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=8143706544136640223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8143706544136640223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8143706544136640223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/face-down-in-dirt.html' title='Face down in the dirt.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrP9w9qkRJI/AAAAAAAAASk/7JhGD8h20GM/s72-c/l_e210bdf7e037ec30e22492568025fb9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4685087855023346102</id><published>2007-08-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:56:03.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New lies come around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO INTERESTING THINGS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE, NICOLE RITCHIE IS PREGNANT, WITH JOEL MADDEN'S BABY. FOUR MONTHS ALREADY! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SECONDLY, MY SECOND BROTHER IS COMING HOME TODAY! (Okay, not interesting... But still!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was plain &lt;em&gt;depressing&lt;/em&gt;. I felt so bad after school and everything, cause I seriously had no mood to laugh/talk alot. The stupid mission thing shuold be banned from speaking of (blankblank) okay! I even stopped talking to Bhagat in school and ignored her, that bad. ): Guilt conscience. But one thing really cheered me up but after awhile it became like, :/ again. Then ): after school. Then :/ again, then :) pretend. But seriously still :/ Funny how people can't see past the facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you won't&lt;br /&gt;Then you say you will&lt;br /&gt;Keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;But we're not moving on&lt;br /&gt;Or standing still&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, &lt;em&gt;you've got me on my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, &lt;em&gt;and it's killing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4685087855023346102?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4685087855023346102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4685087855023346102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4685087855023346102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4685087855023346102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-lies-come-around.html' title='New lies come around'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4748754735774006155</id><published>2007-08-02T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:50.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't we just disappear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If paradise existed, I'd take you with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrHJ1dqkRII/AAAAAAAAASc/QdWMy5TbJZs/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094074573866157186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrHJ1dqkRII/AAAAAAAAASc/QdWMy5TbJZs/s320/lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter. It was really choppy, they weren't kidding. But overall, I like &lt;strong&gt;Luna Lovegood&lt;/strong&gt;. :D She's so strange and peculiar, but yet so intresting and you are just drawn to her weird traits. I'm so tired. I am sick of popcorn, today it was so sweet, it tasted like this hard mass of caramel with a sugary tinge. I am tired and sleepy. Tomorrow I have to read, nooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;We'll stay eight inches away, so that I can't be there.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I wanted to, you wouldn't let me. So why try, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Severus Snape: [watches a touching memory between Harry and Sirius] I may vomit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My life his purpose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul his care."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- On Guardian Angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4748754735774006155?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4748754735774006155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4748754735774006155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4748754735774006155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4748754735774006155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-cant-we-just-disappear.html' title='Why can&apos;t we just disappear?'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RrHJ1dqkRII/AAAAAAAAASc/QdWMy5TbJZs/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4740696253338606948</id><published>2007-08-01T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:57:14.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We make a good team.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://activate.us/_popups/issue058/cover/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://activate.us/_popups/issue058/cover/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYBODY, CLICK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Mok Zhi Yan, I am going to miss youuuuuuu! ): I'll always have you &amp; Chelsea in my hearts(Though I really think you should've called Chelsea Liverpool. Haha!), I'm going to miss all those stories you told me of the friends episodes and the &lt;em&gt;MARK!&lt;/em&gt; days with you when only both of us thought he was the cutest! Plus agreeing that CSI:NY was the best one and CSI:MIAMI just wasn't cool enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know you're leaving on Saturday, but I'm really going to miss youuuuuuuu! I want to see you online everytime I go online okay? Haha! I hope I see you before you leave, but I don't know if I will be able to make it, so... See you in a year, Icole Ok Hi An. (&lt;em&gt;Insert sad smile&lt;/em&gt;!) One day, we'll go ice skating together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you walk away, everything stays the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4740696253338606948?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4740696253338606948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4740696253338606948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4740696253338606948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4740696253338606948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-make-good-team.html' title='We make a good team.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7653365803713399337</id><published>2007-07-31T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:10:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession can turn deadly.</title><content type='html'>Today, if you gave me a gun&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold it against you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd take away your knife.&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;Take a pill, sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it will never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do we call it, nostrum?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suuuuuuuuuuuuuubway. :D I still haven't satisfied my tomyamu-mian craving. Soon, soon. Night study is killing the crap out of me, I have yet to do my geography, ): I'm so tired, it's not funny anymore! D: I really hope Biology practical wasn't as bad as it seemed! Everyone was debated if the reducing sugars should or sould not be present in the water. Oh well, at least all the practicals are over and done with. Sc(P/C) was also another horror. THE PRELIM PRACS ARE OVER! Now time to study for the real intense subjects, starting with Social studies(It didn't help me in any social way. At all, really!). I don't get why it's called &lt;em&gt;social&lt;/em&gt; studies. It's more like, propaganda of Singapore &amp; its history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking is nice. Especially when you just talk and talk and talk. About everything you never talked about. You realise things when you do that, the things you've missed, ths things you &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt;. The things you have always wanted to know. Asking the questions they've always speculated about- Answering with pure sincere honesty and leaving your fate in that person's hands(If s/he decides to tell, or not). You just want to get it all out, but not to everyone, just to one or two. &lt;em&gt;It's better this way&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to forget and this I regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7653365803713399337?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7653365803713399337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7653365803713399337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7653365803713399337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7653365803713399337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/obsession-can-turn-deadly.html' title='Obsession can turn deadly.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-5842103475738898243</id><published>2007-07-30T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; you choose to be, on the side of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rq4LktqkRGI/AAAAAAAAASM/N57yZaiFKIA/s1600-h/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093020953963938914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rq4LktqkRGI/AAAAAAAAASM/N57yZaiFKIA/s200/021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rq4LktqkRHI/AAAAAAAAASU/bZVhMBOTrc4/s1600-h/049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093020953963938930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rq4LktqkRHI/AAAAAAAAASU/bZVhMBOTrc4/s200/049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING, BIOLOGY OVERLOAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turgid &amp; flaccid, osmosis, diffusion and xylem plus phloem. Surface area over volume ratio. Emzymes and factors that affect them! Benedict's test, fat emulsion test, biuret test(Sodium hydroxide and then copper sulphate), test for starch and deducing from these tests! Know how to draw and label the EYE plus all the other cells and plants. Test for starch in leaf! Don't forget the alcohol and everything! Test for gas during photosynthesis. Counting the number of oxygen bubbles. THE FREAKING HEART, OMG, THE HEART(I pray no hearts or prawns, okay?) Know the xylem and phloem plus cambium. Oh and the parts of the leaf! The homeostasis experiment(Wrapping tissue around the cups of hot water!). Ps, choroid coat in the eye prevents refractino of light internally! (: Drawing of flowers? Pffts, dies. Calyx, sepal, remins of style, pericarp, testa(What the hell are these right? I haven't read this chapter in years okay!)... How they are modified for disersal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the practical! :X Fingers crossed. I'm super tired, oh yes, thank you for the fooooooooood. I hope the lady who sprained her ankle today is okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still feels like I'm dreaming with eyes open wide. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm praying and crossing my fingers it will always stay this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you gave me a gun, I'd kill me first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't shoot you.&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/12712550-5842103475738898243?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/5842103475738898243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=5842103475738898243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5842103475738898243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5842103475738898243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-choose-to-be-on-side-of-me.html' title='&amp; you choose to be, on the side of me.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rq4LktqkRGI/AAAAAAAAASM/N57yZaiFKIA/s72-c/021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3452436833410609154</id><published>2007-07-29T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:50.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The potential break-up song</title><content type='html'>I made this, woohoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqxnUdqkRFI/AAAAAAAAASE/jcIpemtRdmo/s1600-h/torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092558879907398738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqxnUdqkRFI/AAAAAAAAASE/jcIpemtRdmo/s200/torres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should change my layout- Yes, no? I'm still thinking of what to put. Watched the simpsons, Maggie spoke a word! :D The first word her family thought. But one of the episodes she did say one word, it was amazingly cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ate SUBWAY. &lt;strong&gt;S-U-B-W-A-Y&lt;/strong&gt;! I don't look thaaaaaaat old okay Pan. Everybody, I don't need a pee, I need a PAN. PAAAAAAAN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't get it do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-3452436833410609154?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3452436833410609154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3452436833410609154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3452436833410609154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3452436833410609154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/potential-break-up-song.html' title='The potential break-up song'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqxnUdqkRFI/AAAAAAAAASE/jcIpemtRdmo/s72-c/torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7919575533873186960</id><published>2007-07-28T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:50.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about what I'm giving up.</title><content type='html'>HEEHEEHEE! :D Torres &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqtQUNqkRDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3YddiI7LMNE/s1600-h/mjft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092252111868281906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqtQUNqkRDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3YddiI7LMNE/s200/mjft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;exhausted&lt;/strong&gt;. Woke up at six plus, as usual. I am so sleep-deprived now, but I just can't sleep. :/ I seriuosly need sleeping pills or something, my brain refuses to stop working. One thing is stuck in my head, but I can't do anything about it. Had tuition in the afternoon and after that headed for Esplanade with Pan. Later Prinesh came. Had dinner with Prinesh at Cafe Cartel. We both nearly died when we realised the bill was one buck more than what we had. Then we were searching frantically for cash and suddenly Prinesh found her CC discount card! Hahaha, super funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is so cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqtQUdqkREI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7JwUugGC3MM/s1600-h/71046933dg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092252116163249218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqtQUdqkREI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7JwUugGC3MM/s200/71046933dg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you should read the italics&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7919575533873186960?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7919575533873186960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7919575533873186960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7919575533873186960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7919575533873186960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/thinking-about-what-im-giving-up.html' title='Thinking about what I&apos;m giving up.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqtQUNqkRDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3YddiI7LMNE/s72-c/mjft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6965281976491660559</id><published>2007-07-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:14:52.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriachy is obselete.</title><content type='html'>"You'll have to deal with something that is not your responsibility-- Do it well"&lt;br /&gt;That's my damn horoscope. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a skeptic of a true believer when these things seem so true, seem so real. Yet they can have so many meanings we are able to relate to. Its scope so wide, almost anything could be encompassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aim for grandiloquence, &lt;em&gt;perfection in both speech and composition&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps so that one day I may communicate without you understanding a single word. Then, just maybe we wouldn't need to say anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you understand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;strong&gt; super&lt;/strong&gt; moodswing-y nowadays, sucks.&lt;em&gt; Sorry&lt;/em&gt;. Those in school, I'm really sorry about all the outbursts. (String of colourful language) The stress is getting to me, I'm starting to take a piss at everyone. I'm, being a berk. I should stop. Okay, &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6965281976491660559?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6965281976491660559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6965281976491660559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6965281976491660559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6965281976491660559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/patriachy-is-obselete.html' title='Patriachy is obselete.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4225190040936685511</id><published>2007-07-26T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:44:48.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be afraid</title><content type='html'>Today it rained like there was no tomorrow. At the bus stop it was all screams when the fine mist blew into our faces. I wanted to call someone and stay out until the rain subsided so I could walk home without being drenched. But everyone was either going home or &lt;em&gt;had plans&lt;/em&gt;. So I ran home with my pinafore entirely wet. Dranched, soaked, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like how today ended. I seriously need to atleast one swear word, fuck all the shit you've said. Fuck you. No &lt;strong&gt;seriously, fuck you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stong on the surface, not all the way through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never been perfect, but neither have you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4225190040936685511?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4225190040936685511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4225190040936685511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4225190040936685511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4225190040936685511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-be-afraid.html' title='Don&apos;t be afraid'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3310141007392579801</id><published>2007-07-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:26:45.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL29mZmljaWFsc29ub2Zkb3Jr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa190/officialsonofdork/sod.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave left the band, I don't really blame him. Their management was pretty much crap. But I'm quite sad and everything, I went :O NO WAY when KXY told me in Geography today. Shock of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love Geography remedials(Though I'm not supposed to be there, heehee!)! They're super fun. :D We're always laughing at every single thing! Even the teacher laughs along when I get "heartache" when I don't know how to do the question. Either way, Geography lessons are fun. Had a mini picnic in the morning, with chocolates and chips. Food is good, yes, agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some stupid reason, I can't wait for PE tomorrow. I know I'll regret when it comes, but I just can't wait. School is good, alot of things there may suck sometimes but overall it's good. Maybe it's because I'm starting to forget the &lt;em&gt;bad things&lt;/em&gt; and only concentrating on the &lt;em&gt;good things&lt;/em&gt;. Tomorrow shuold I study? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll find it in the deepest friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kind you cherish all your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you know how much that means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've found that special thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-3310141007392579801?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3310141007392579801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3310141007392579801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3310141007392579801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3310141007392579801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/revamp.html' title='Revamp.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2734033175173244380</id><published>2007-07-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:54:58.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I am vile.</title><content type='html'>Today my stomach hurt. Other than that, I was serious and studied and laughed alot. That is good, am I not wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography lessons are fun, sitting between JC &amp; KXY. Today, I joined TES(&lt;em&gt;The Emo Society&lt;/em&gt;)! Haha! It all started with KXY drawing herself with her now emo-punk hair on her hand &amp;amp; mine. Then she wrote TES on both our hands. &lt;strong&gt;We are not allowed to get excited and we sulk all day.&lt;/strong&gt; Care to join? Membership is free! Plus, you get to be tattooed(&lt;em&gt;temporary though&lt;/em&gt;!) every Geography class(&lt;em&gt;if you sit next to us, hee! :D&lt;/em&gt;). Look at all the benefits! :D So everybody, join TES(&lt;em&gt;If the society still exists after I post this post, you may be joining another society by accident, all casualties are not insured&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look that fierce do I? I feel like some scary monster going Rahh and all the little children scatter at my presence. Haha! Okay, I am talking nonsese. We ordered Macs after school and it was a FEAST I tell you, the food was mmmmmmmmm. During night study, CharGoh&amp;I went to the toilet and literally went crazy. When we came out, she started jumping to see if anyone noticed her popping out from behind the mirror. I jumped twice, but everyone was like starring at her with the -.-" face! HAHA. Our group at the back was just laughing their heads off at the Macs socks comment(inside joke). After that we couldn't stop laughing. Then we all went downstairs to leave. Steph&amp;amp;I waited in the foyer while CharGoh&amp;Bhag &lt;strong&gt;attempted to go to the toilet&lt;/strong&gt;. Attempted, they did not make it. HAHAHAHAHHA, they were scaring each other and kept running away each time they got near. When they both stood outside the toilet, they were pushing each other to go in first(What the hell right? Haha!). In the end, Steph&amp;amp;I accompanied CharGoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe sometimes I'm vile, rash and I don't seem to give a damn, but maybe I'm just waiting for you to say something- So I'll know this is real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2734033175173244380?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2734033175173244380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2734033175173244380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2734033175173244380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2734033175173244380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-am-vile.html' title='Sometimes, I am vile.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-793596774144950522</id><published>2007-07-23T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:26:58.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case god doesn't know</title><content type='html'>If someone close to me died I'd die too(&lt;em&gt;Not literally&lt;/em&gt;!). Or maybe just a part of me would. Don't you think so? I'd be contemplating everyday, the things I shold have said and the things I'd gladly take back. If even now I can't control how I feel about everything, I can't bear to think of what I'd be feeling if someone close died. &lt;strong&gt;If an empty space can carry more than a memory, a picture can speak more than words can express, then what would emotions do&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not depressed/emotional. I just saw someone's friendster(The person passed away a few months ago) and there were like messages of "I miss you"s and "You're loved", sucks don't it- Seeing all that, them being unable to change nothing you said or done to/for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try the boshi place(sushi place @ GWC B1), the lunch set is quite good, besides the fact that the meat are mircomolecules and spicy isn't exactly spicy. If you want sushi buy take-aways, they're &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; cheaper. Plus they won't have service charge included in them! Had lunch there with CharGoh, VannaKoh(&lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;anna) and ClariceWai(&lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;ai!). Why the interswitching of Vs and Ws? We were practicing our accents today &amp; this teacher came in(She had that particular accent) and StephChen screamed '&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOD&lt;/strong&gt;!' because it was so coindidental! And I, went &lt;em&gt;'shut uppppppp&lt;/em&gt;!' in that accent, the whole class heard me. How embarrassing! I hid my face behind my bag for the next five minutes and Steph and I were in fits of laughter, literally. Funny lesson, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the moment,&lt;/strong&gt; from the spur of a thought(haaaaaaaaaaa, right...); &lt;strong&gt;Falliable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-793596774144950522?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/793596774144950522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=793596774144950522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/793596774144950522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/793596774144950522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-case-god-doesnt-know.html' title='In case god doesn&apos;t know'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3704600881517128192</id><published>2007-07-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:49:11.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was starring at the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;An empty space is all that's left, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of where my heart should be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love that once lit my life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now just a memory. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you more than words can say, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but nothing stops the pain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I could, I'd turn back time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;o see your face again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word anomaly appeared in &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows&lt;/strong&gt;. The book isn't bad, it's about 8.3/10? That's personally for me. Quotes one sentence, "I...maybe...yeah". I like that sentence! It seems so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmKfev0xRn4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmKfev0xRn4&lt;/a&gt; Somebody tell me the title of this song! It's so angelic-ish. Just like &lt;em&gt;Whisper Of Angels&lt;/em&gt;! I've been waiting ten minutes and it hasn't even loaded finished yet! ): OMGOMG, IT'S WITHIN TEMPTATION. (: It's called &lt;em&gt;Pale&lt;/em&gt;. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for the day after tomorrow, so that I can eat &lt;strong&gt;cheeseprata&lt;/strong&gt;! Haven't eaten that in a really long time. Only had the tissue cheese prata, but it can never beat the normal cheese prata. Plus, I want to eat Tomyam U-Mian soon! I had &lt;strong&gt;VienTai&lt;/strong&gt; Tomyam noodles today, super spicy &amp; hot. The noodles were &lt;em&gt;glass noodles&lt;/em&gt; and sort of hard to pick up as they were uncut and really really long! I swear I am going to balloon up and explode soon, due to this feasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate eclairs from ColdStorage or which ever super market it was from, don't taste that good frozen. It makes the chocolate taste kinda funny if you eat alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about food? I don't know. I'm thinking of popcorn &amp; nachos with cheese now. Talk about&lt;em&gt; indulgence&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have to try to break free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the thoughts in my mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use the time that I have, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can say goodbye, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have to make it right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have to fight, cause I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end it's worthwhile, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the pain that I feel slowly fades away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will be alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHIN TEMPTATION! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-3704600881517128192?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3704600881517128192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3704600881517128192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3704600881517128192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3704600881517128192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/while-i-was-starring-at-sun.html' title='While I was starring at the sun'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7359902388524213000</id><published>2007-07-21T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:44:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know who R.A.B. is!</title><content type='html'>I woke up early for Harry Potter today! Currently I'm at page 190, taking a break. My eyes are dying! I need eyedrops, U-mian(tomyam) &amp; macadamias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, PLUS JELLY BEANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is so, full of &lt;em&gt;deathly&lt;/em&gt; hallows! Haha, go read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7359902388524213000?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7359902388524213000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7359902388524213000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7359902388524213000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7359902388524213000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-who-rab-is.html' title='I know who R.A.B. is!'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3131521452619338374</id><published>2007-07-20T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:51.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding hearts and broken promises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqDDVoyIMtI/AAAAAAAAARs/lKW1OtMxHns/s1600-h/dhr105.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089282355421000402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqDDVoyIMtI/AAAAAAAAARs/lKW1OtMxHns/s200/dhr105.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqDDEoyIMsI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZCmUj07s2Zw/s1600-h/rm023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089282063363224258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqDDEoyIMsI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZCmUj07s2Zw/s200/rm023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"She had no doubt that he was authentically upset those times he walked away from&lt;br /&gt;her; however she believed that falling into an old, familiar behavior pattern&lt;br /&gt;made things easier for him. Made the waiting less painful." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOREVER YOUNG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprehension is funnnnnn! :D (According to Mr Charles Barton, who seems really animated to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be missing in action for a &lt;em&gt;long long&lt;/em&gt; time. During this entire period I will be easily irritable and will most definately keep to myself, unless someone manages to break my trail of thought and bring me 'back into this world'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a pressure cooker. I need to have some (As they call it in Geog-) pressure release.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&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/12712550-3131521452619338374?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3131521452619338374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3131521452619338374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3131521452619338374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3131521452619338374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/bleeding-hearts-and-broken-promises.html' title='Bleeding hearts and broken promises.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RqDDVoyIMtI/AAAAAAAAARs/lKW1OtMxHns/s72-c/dhr105.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7981185585187697063</id><published>2007-07-19T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:38:44.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've felt a broken heart?</title><content type='html'>I came home so early, I have no idea what to do. I haven't been home this early in a long time. I know it isn't exactly &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt; but I really haven't been home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Geography, KXY drew a heart on my right wrist and outlined half of it in pen. (It was drawn with an eyeliner pencil which cost like 18 bucks, crazy no?) How emo&lt;em&gt;tional&lt;/em&gt;. Emo isn't exactly a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to eat my first &lt;strong&gt;proper&lt;/strong&gt; meal at home in a long time, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think, when I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wanna make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;But what have we been doing for all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me down&lt;br /&gt;I don't say what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;But you'll find this out in time&lt;br /&gt;Don't always open up&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quick to trust&lt;br /&gt;And let someone inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7981185585187697063?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7981185585187697063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7981185585187697063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7981185585187697063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7981185585187697063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/youve-felt-broken-heart.html' title='You&apos;ve felt a broken heart?'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6766463495928209939</id><published>2007-07-18T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:28:55.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, yesterday and today, I laughed my ass off. But after all that, all I felt was the stomch aching, no happiness, &lt;em&gt;no euphoria&lt;/em&gt;. I think I've been a jerk, somehow. If that's worldy possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anomaly&lt;/em&gt;. If there was a word of 'best fit', this would be it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pAb_UtCBH4" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it okay, I miss you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This song is sadomasochism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6766463495928209939?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6766463495928209939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6766463495928209939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6766463495928209939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6766463495928209939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-you-when-youre-gone.html' title='When you&apos;re gone.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6218100736866033963</id><published>2007-07-16T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck here for a thousand years.</title><content type='html'>Today, I was in a &lt;em&gt;bad mood&lt;/em&gt;. I'm really sorry to all those in school who had to put up with my shit; Especially Bhags, thanks eh. I was really mean today even though you were like already... You know. Sorry about Chemistry. I recommend you all not to punch lab tables, they're really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was a blast even though I was like. Yeah, horrible. I'm quite glad the chinese O's are over, no more chinese unless I fail. I hope I won't......... I should just keep quiet and stop saying anything mean. Then we can all pretend to be happy and live in this plethora of lies. Just pray we don't get caught in the net we've woven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RptuW4yIMrI/AAAAAAAAARc/fXAZtDi0GRQ/s1600-h/Lmiyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087781543523922610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RptuW4yIMrI/AAAAAAAAARc/fXAZtDi0GRQ/s200/Lmiyd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life were a movie, I would want it to be like this. No, not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; scene, the whole movie is depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6218100736866033963?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6218100736866033963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6218100736866033963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6218100736866033963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6218100736866033963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/stuck-here-for-thousand-years.html' title='Stuck here for a thousand years.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RptuW4yIMrI/AAAAAAAAARc/fXAZtDi0GRQ/s72-c/Lmiyd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-927931489160226011</id><published>2007-07-15T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:47:30.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're feeling empty.</title><content type='html'>I like SUBWAY. (: Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The perfect words never crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there was nothing in there but you&lt;br /&gt;I felt every ounce of me, screaming out&lt;br /&gt;But the sound was trapped deep in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten my skinnies, I was so undecided. Even after trying both I just couldn't decide on which on I shold buy, or even if I should buy at all. But I think I'll look funnnnnnnnnnny. So I was like, I need &lt;strong&gt;GAHBAT&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha! You better be honoured, I thought of you, how &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; right? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted, just sped right past me&lt;br /&gt;But I was rooted fast to the earth&lt;br /&gt;I could be stuck here for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Without your arms to drag me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an anomaly, a deviation from the normal. I think I just prooved it. I am sweaty &amp; sticky, Singapore is getting warmer by the minute, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you’re standing at the crossroads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And don’t know which path to choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me come along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause even if you’re wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bet you've never heard the story of the parallex error that led to a thousand dollar cash withdrawal! Haha, it's true. &lt;strong&gt;It can actually happen&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing you confess could make me love you less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid song "&lt;em&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;/em&gt;" has been stuck in my head for a really long time now, so I decided to put the lyrics here, though it cliche and old and whatever else, I keep hearing it over &amp;amp; over. Yesterday on the radio, today in Subway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-927931489160226011?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/927931489160226011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=927931489160226011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/927931489160226011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/927931489160226011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-youre-feeling-empty.html' title='When you&apos;re feeling empty.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6203874846421047042</id><published>2007-07-14T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:39:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave out all rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me I want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; depressing. &lt;s&gt;I was "video-hopping" on YouTube.com and came across this Torres/Atletico compilation. I was bored &amp; already quite depressed from the whole Torres saga and all the idiots who keep giving him shit. Being me, I watched the video. It is so depressing, I won't even bother posting it here.&lt;/s&gt; For you-who-are-reading, it won't be so depressing, but for me it can't get any worse. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I should just stop listening to depressing songs right? Haha, I can't. Don't believe me? I'd choose a depressing song anytime over those happy(Whatever else you call them) songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what I made&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me I want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe she's right, maybe I don't call anymore. I can't remember the last time I did. Maybe when you're free, keep me in your memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting all the hurt inside you learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;Pretending  someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6203874846421047042?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6203874846421047042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6203874846421047042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6203874846421047042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6203874846421047042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='Leave out all rest'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-8619599503862268268</id><published>2007-07-13T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:51.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They stole my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rpdcl4yIMqI/AAAAAAAAARU/-vTVSS-YgVQ/s1600-h/sinful+suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086636110105817762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rpdcl4yIMqI/AAAAAAAAARU/-vTVSS-YgVQ/s200/sinful+suicide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I support both Manchester United &amp;amp; Liverpool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I? I can support whoever I want. I don't care if one calls the other scouers or they can't get along. I like opposites. Just like how I think Draco/Hermione should be together, see how twisted my mind is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are we supposed to do, after all that we've been though? When everything felt so right is wrong, now that the love is gone. There is nothing left to proove, now here to deny the simple truth. Can't find a reason to keep all day long, now that the love is gone.&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/12712550-8619599503862268268?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/8619599503862268268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=8619599503862268268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8619599503862268268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8619599503862268268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-stole-my-life.html' title='They stole my life.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rpdcl4yIMqI/AAAAAAAAARU/-vTVSS-YgVQ/s72-c/sinful+suicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6737655318448063051</id><published>2007-07-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opened up this scars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RpTgfOuCopI/AAAAAAAAARE/hgGqwK26s_w/s1600-h/sasa+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085936706339906194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RpTgfOuCopI/AAAAAAAAARE/hgGqwK26s_w/s200/sasa+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RpTgKeuCooI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ispA2BN1Q90/s1600-h/sasa+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085936349857620610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RpTgKeuCooI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ispA2BN1Q90/s200/sasa+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck this hurts, I won't lie&lt;/strong&gt;. Doesn't matter how hard I try. Half the words don't mean a thing and I know I won't be satisfied, so why try ignoring him? Make it a dirt dance floor again say your prayers and stomp it out. When they bring that chorus in, I bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce to you Lulu, Lala &amp;amp; Lele. Doesn't class just rock when people reminisce? I'm feeling angsty! All influenced by the angry people. I bought the sour squrty liquid thing today, super sour. I went (sdufberkrjfnkugdalkdwnqlihfwojd!) when I first tasted it, it was super sour. But it helps keep me awake, so Friday, it's coming out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can't wait to have TomYamU-Mian again. Sponsors &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;. Hiny Bhags, haha! Where's my nuts?&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/12712550-6737655318448063051?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6737655318448063051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6737655318448063051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6737655318448063051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6737655318448063051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/opened-up-this-scars.html' title='Opened up this scars.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RpTgfOuCopI/AAAAAAAAARE/hgGqwK26s_w/s72-c/sasa+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7042384275998880231</id><published>2007-07-10T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:16:28.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry has stopped being sincere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WxXAENQXkg"&gt;If I was Claire, I would want my Henry DeTamble, but since I'm not Claire, I want to be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to watch &lt;strong&gt;Plastic Flower&lt;/strong&gt; being performed live! :D Lena Park's voice is really nice, she should become ballad/goth singer for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self study: Most productive on Mondays, noisy on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are still a huge looming question mark. Fridays, there is tuition. So I only have Thurdays plus the weekend free, which is quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you should have Tom Yam U-Mian and after that, indulge in Hershey's chocolate bars. It's almost like eating a piece of heaven. Somebody buy me these two things. :D HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell you everything, but the chances are that I won't&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7042384275998880231?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7042384275998880231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7042384275998880231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7042384275998880231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7042384275998880231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry-has-stopped-being-sincere.html' title='Sorry has stopped being sincere.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6008665689712173484</id><published>2007-07-08T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:34:57.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just give me a sign, say anything.</title><content type='html'>Going for the concert &lt;em&gt;soooooooooon&lt;/em&gt;, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How much can you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; buy with a dollar in China?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: You wouldn't believe it! I got rice and chicken and shit, it was all for 8 cents! And in Europe they charge you 4 euros for a drink at the shops!&lt;br /&gt;Man: Wow, there's shit in the rice? No wonder it's so cheap. They must have put it there and laughed at all the tourists after that.&lt;br /&gt;(Based on a real conversation in &lt;a href="http://soccerpulse.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;soccerpulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be clear about Friday. Atheena, she danced really well &amp; it was awesome &amp;amp; all that. Plus she got whistles(&amp; the teacher starred at the wrong person, lol)! That's for you Atheena, now I've said it. Thereeeeee. (: OH! Plus, the three people on my left were Joachim, Kenny &amp;amp; Nathan. There you go, the names! Finally right? Haha. Now you all can't pester me anymore. HEEHEE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6008665689712173484?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6008665689712173484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6008665689712173484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6008665689712173484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6008665689712173484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-give-me-sign-say-anything.html' title='Just give me a sign, say anything.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2411536138371721879</id><published>2007-07-06T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:52.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be sleeping here tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Ro5dy-uComI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oWDV7wKrn9o/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084104159758819938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Ro5dy-uComI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oWDV7wKrn9o/s200/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm am so tired that I fell asleep in chinese today. Actually it was a nap, kinda. That was just the second period of the day? Haha. Today was a really &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; long day.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, went to tuition &amp; then came back to school. Then- watched the performances(Ohmygoodness, &lt;strong&gt;headache&lt;/strong&gt; okay!). The last two were the nicest. My head was throbbing &amp;amp; the teachers kept pacing up and down, starring at the people next to me when ever they made noise. The nicest part was 845 onwards, towards the ending.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everything, we went to (I can't remember the name of the place) &amp;amp; ate + drank. I think my head is going to start throbbing again if I don't get some sleep soon.&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;So,&lt;strong&gt; GOODNIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ps, try tissue prata if you haven't)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2411536138371721879?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2411536138371721879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2411536138371721879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2411536138371721879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2411536138371721879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-be-sleeping-here-tonight.html' title='I&apos;ll be sleeping here tonight.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Ro5dy-uComI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oWDV7wKrn9o/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-8118412648045765791</id><published>2007-07-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:52.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TORRES (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rou28-uCokI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RpDmaUWxVsw/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083357763162251842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rou28-uCokI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RpDmaUWxVsw/s200/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rou29OuColI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ta7lsBheR-8/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083357767457219154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rou29OuColI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ta7lsBheR-8/s200/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S THE PICTURES! TORRES THE LIVERPOOL PLAYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/6naKXrcHmG5rmhjwQ" width="200" height="166" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2gg54_fernando-torres-signs-for-liverpool"&gt;Fernando Torres Signs For Liverpool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-8118412648045765791?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/8118412648045765791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=8118412648045765791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8118412648045765791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8118412648045765791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/torres.html' title='TORRES (:'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rou28-uCokI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RpDmaUWxVsw/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1705787768460097161</id><published>2007-07-04T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Byebye Atletico, hello Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RouvYeuCojI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-rzSbmbF4rM/s1600-h/toresbackofdshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083349439515632178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RouvYeuCojI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-rzSbmbF4rM/s200/toresbackofdshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, I just watched Torres on tv &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt; today. That's the advantage after he went to liverpool. I'm kind of sad he left Atletico, but it was his choice. I shall support him. I want that clip of the interview in which he sad goodbye to the atletico fans. What he said was so saaaaaaaad, it make me go aww! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall not kill you wih my Torres obsession. Okay, school. It was alright? I guess. Marcella and I laughed until she cried today. It all started with the "&lt;em&gt;I love my Zuraida&lt;/em&gt;", written by Zuzu's daughter. She said she told her daughter must write mummy or else people will think that she calls her mom Zuraida! HAHAHAHA. Then Gen sat like an "ah pek"(According to Zuzu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! &amp; DURING MATH, &lt;strong&gt;MS WONG STUCK HER TONGUE OUT AT ME&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHA. Why? Because I told her she didn't teach us how to write the statements, I wrote my statements for my homework today! I'm a good kid. Haha! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, chinese O level orals. Crosses fingers &amp; toes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; thumbs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1705787768460097161?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1705787768460097161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1705787768460097161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1705787768460097161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1705787768460097161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-goodbye.html' title='Say goodbye.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RouvYeuCojI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-rzSbmbF4rM/s72-c/toresbackofdshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6325629187603412075</id><published>2007-07-03T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:16:23.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention please.</title><content type='html'>Everybody, I have an announcement to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Torres is going to Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;He is coming to the EPL.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Torres is back in Spain today and has verbally agreed terms with Liverpool on a £90,000-per-week contract and is expected to hold a farewell press conference in Madrid on Wednesday morning before flying to Merseyside to undergo a medical and finalise the deal&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next video, Torres's life in Atletico and the depature. I'm going to miss staying up unearthly hours to catch a glimpse of Torres &amp; screaming my head off. Heh! Now I can watch him &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; times every single day. Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked yesterday, I like today.&lt;br /&gt;I liked yesterday more than I did today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6325629187603412075?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6325629187603412075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6325629187603412075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6325629187603412075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6325629187603412075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/attention-please.html' title='Attention please.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1430773662727585853</id><published>2007-07-02T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:34:12.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today must be my lucky day.</title><content type='html'>I was just waiting for something to happen today &amp; then there was three knocks on the door. I looked outside &amp;amp; I went &lt;em&gt;ohmy&lt;/em&gt;(Opens door)&lt;em&gt;god&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of them standing out there, with a cake &amp; singing happy birthday. I nearly died cause I was trying to find my keys frantically! Haha, I was shaking okay! Charissa, Felicia, Leslie, Joachim &amp;amp; Rachel. I love the five of you &lt;strong&gt;VERY VERY much&lt;/strong&gt;. :D I couldnt cut the cake properly cause I was &lt;em&gt;shaking!&lt;/em&gt; I can't believe it still, I was smiling to myself like an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very very much, seriously. I still can't believe you did that! Rachel Pan told me 'll call you &amp; you come to GWC. In the end, you all conspired! :O &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I had the best birthday ever&lt;/em&gt;. Now I wonder why I hated birthdays. Right now as I'm typing this, I'm still smiling to myself. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I was doing ss halfway when they came. I didn't knowwwww. I can't believe I didn't know. Then we went to watch Transformers. Charissa &amp;amp; Joachim left. Dawn, Jerry &amp; Camillus were outside GV waiting, but we only had tickets for five, so Dawn &amp;amp; Jerry left. But still, I liked today alot. Especially the part when I opened the door! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now(I hope I can finish my work in time!) :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1430773662727585853?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1430773662727585853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1430773662727585853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1430773662727585853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1430773662727585853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-must-be-my-lucky-day.html' title='Today must be my lucky day.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1010402892865797326</id><published>2007-07-01T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:17:54.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be Wendy &amp; you can be Peter Pan.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to grow old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries, I believe in faeries&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;During a census, when asked for his occupation, he replied "footballer".&lt;br /&gt;The census-taker, misinterpreting his accent, wrote "fruit boiler." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished reading "The traveller's wife". It's one of the best books ever, it's not one of those books with lots of fluff. It has little fluff, surprisingly. It's sort of sci-fi, so if you don't like sci-fi, don't bother. You'd hate it from the start. I loved the ending though, it was amazingly beautiful &amp; you have to imagine. It reminds me of the cliffhanger in "Of Mice &amp;amp; Men", only thing is this book captures and enthralls you from the very start. You just want to continue reading when you start on the first few lines. The book just captivates you, you go on and on and you don't stop until you reach the end. Read it, the ending is partially cry-worthy. I give this book 8.7 out of 10. Ps, I'm a critic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing old, I can feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1010402892865797326?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1010402892865797326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1010402892865797326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1010402892865797326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1010402892865797326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-be-wendy-you-can-be-peter-pan.html' title='I&apos;ll be Wendy &amp; you can be Peter Pan.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-9026793192505725047</id><published>2007-06-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:14:06.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule, rule, united!</title><content type='html'>For the faint hearted, do not listen. It's not for little children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eDvDKZIWR4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eDvDKZIWR4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one line from the song,&lt;br /&gt;"(&lt;strong&gt;Blank&lt;/strong&gt;) all you scousers cause manchester rule"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the &lt;strong&gt;carnival&lt;/strong&gt; today, it was alright. Didn't go to the haunted toilet?  Yeah, it was a really hot day &amp; we were all sweaty &amp;amp; Pan got rashy. I should stop using words ending with Y, don't you think? Anyway, tomorrow's a Sunday &amp;amp; then it's Monday. &lt;strong&gt;Pan, HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two months in advance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;)! Heh. Now you can't say I haven't wished you yet. :D Okay I'm &lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt;. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-9026793192505725047?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/9026793192505725047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=9026793192505725047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/9026793192505725047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/9026793192505725047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/rule-rule-united.html' title='Rule, rule, united!'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-5909216443453883762</id><published>2007-06-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:53.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So deperately, today.</title><content type='html'>MATH &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;LASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoUeTuuCoiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LLjsIcaZ-3w/s1600-h/IMG_4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081501078864962082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoUeTuuCoiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LLjsIcaZ-3w/s200/IMG_4144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I'm either high, or it's the &lt;strong&gt;oestrogen&lt;/strong&gt;! PreeeeeeeeeMenstrualllllllllSyndrommmmmeeeee. See? It's happening AGAIN! hgiH m'I raewS I. Frontwards, sdrawkcaB! Okay, chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you only have TEN fingers, I'm not Ubbish &amp;amp; you're &lt;strong&gt;rick with a capital P&lt;/strong&gt;. :D I swear I'm HIGH. Gmo, emal. I shall stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was goooooooooooooooooood. I likey &lt;strong&gt;math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;MATH&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's funny how your life can change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories of love remain, inside your heart for all this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last you find a different road and suddenly you're not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A game of love rests upon your mind&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/12712550-5909216443453883762?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/5909216443453883762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=5909216443453883762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5909216443453883762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5909216443453883762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-deperately-today.html' title='So deperately, today.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoUeTuuCoiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LLjsIcaZ-3w/s72-c/IMG_4144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-8578628292259551515</id><published>2007-06-28T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step forward, taking two steps back.</title><content type='html'>GLOMPCUDDLES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoNj0uuCogI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FcIkpJhhhDs/s1600-h/337ccd14206f6875693ff563b16ac2a7_extras_albumes_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081014562149540354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoNj0uuCogI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FcIkpJhhhDs/s200/337ccd14206f6875693ff563b16ac2a7_extras_albumes_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torres: I'm speak no evil! Teammate: But it's supposed to be me! Person in background: .....(Muffled talking)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoNj0uuCohI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zvR17TX6HiE/s1600-h/72169494dacf5g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081014562149540370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoNj0uuCohI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zvR17TX6HiE/s200/72169494dacf5g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I hate Physical Education! I'm UNFIT, deal with it. I don't like running &amp; playing for a long period of time = sweat. &lt;em&gt;Horrible! Shudders&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hotmail is screwed, I got SPAM MAIL FOR &lt;strong&gt;VIAGRA&lt;/strong&gt; FROM MYSELF. Hello? I'm not a man. These people who go around doing this are crazyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MsW is funny! Haha. She was like "Come on, let's pray" &amp;amp; she repeated some other sentence thrice like broken recorder! Haha, super funny. Love math. Cause &lt;strong&gt;AIRCON&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR O LEVEL ORALS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-8578628292259551515?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/8578628292259551515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=8578628292259551515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8578628292259551515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8578628292259551515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-step-forward-taking-two-steps-back.html' title='One step forward, taking two steps back.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoNj0uuCogI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FcIkpJhhhDs/s72-c/337ccd14206f6875693ff563b16ac2a7_extras_albumes_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1450785300036956082</id><published>2007-06-27T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:11:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collecting page-six lovers,</title><content type='html'>Okay, in Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, it's "&lt;em&gt;COLLECTING PAGE SIX LOVERS&lt;/em&gt;". I checked the FOB cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I HAD DURIAN. :D Wowwwwwwww. &amp;amp; I got my period, bleagh. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1450785300036956082?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1450785300036956082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1450785300036956082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1450785300036956082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1450785300036956082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/collecting-page-six-lovers.html' title='Collecting page-six lovers,'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-8095409395148542203</id><published>2007-06-26T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:53.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million love songs later</title><content type='html'>The only white hamster I ever owned, which became blind when it grew up. ): But it was so cute! Hamsters are &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;. Amen? Amen. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoEHlZf0zSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WaScLYSlozE/s1600-h/BENQ0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080350193731554594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoEHlZf0zSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WaScLYSlozE/s200/BENQ0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the stingray was in not-so-disgusting-words, &lt;em&gt;spoilt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It smelt funny &amp; tasted like some metallic thing &amp;amp; the taste choked you. Atheena &amp; I were like YAYYY, STINGRAY! &amp;amp; then, that happened! Haha, we both had stomachache man, but at least we were refuneded $2. Technically, they paid me ten cents to eat their food. LOL. In the end I had brain juice. :D Poor Sam, she didn't go get a refund, aww! She was complaining to me during math &amp; I was like, I got a refund! &amp;amp; she was like, OH MAN! I think math is cool, be a nerd, &lt;strong&gt;lovemath&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should change heymath to lovemath, way cooler. I think I'm becoming bimbo-like in blogging, am I? I feel like I am. Which is, uh, no comment... Rash is back again! Itchy? Scratch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-8095409395148542203?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/8095409395148542203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=8095409395148542203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8095409395148542203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8095409395148542203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/million-love-songs-later.html' title='A million love songs later'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RoEHlZf0zSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WaScLYSlozE/s72-c/BENQ0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-8859232830211385948</id><published>2007-06-25T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:54.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel, rachel! EH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For Rachel Yang, ♥ ♥ :D&lt;br /&gt;The hearts you've wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read Kayden's blog &amp; now I miss England&lt;em&gt; like crazy&lt;/em&gt;. Pictures in London. We stayed in my cousin's house a short walk away from&lt;strong&gt; Big Ben&lt;/strong&gt;. ): That's what the hosues look like there, nice right? The second last picture is of the London Tower. I went inside &amp;amp; nearly died when I saw this sign "All donations will be given to the poppy appeal". If you even know what it is. Last picture was taken outside the London Tower, I took a lady taking something. I like that picture, (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-St5f0zOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xwYaNc1WsEM/s1600-h/DSCF0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079940221923282146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-St5f0zOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xwYaNc1WsEM/s200/DSCF0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-Supf0zRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Huq6hHCwpJs/s1600-h/DSCF0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079940234808184082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-Supf0zRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Huq6hHCwpJs/s200/DSCF0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-Stpf0zNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/C-NwujFBzUQ/s1600-h/DSCF0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079940217628314834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-Stpf0zNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/C-NwujFBzUQ/s200/DSCF0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-SuJf0zPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lpDMr104C4s/s1600-h/DSCF0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079940226218249458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-SuJf0zPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lpDMr104C4s/s200/DSCF0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-SuZf0zQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t1trsjVVY-k/s1600-h/DSCF0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079940230513216770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-SuZf0zQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t1trsjVVY-k/s200/DSCF0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna travel through time&lt;br /&gt;See your surprise Hold you so tight&lt;br /&gt;I’m counting down the days tonight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be a million miles away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks. &amp; people think I'm mad on the first day. Ran past classroomA, person behind me screamed &amp;amp; ran past, person behind her screamed &amp; went past. Haha! The people in classroomA were starring at us like "&lt;em&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaat on earth is going on&lt;/em&gt;?" &amp;amp; the two people who &lt;strong&gt;walked without screaming&lt;/strong&gt; behind them were given the O_o look by the teacher inside &amp;amp; they were wondering &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-8859232830211385948?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/8859232830211385948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=8859232830211385948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8859232830211385948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8859232830211385948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/rachel-rachel-eh.html' title='Rachel, rachel! EH.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn-St5f0zOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xwYaNc1WsEM/s72-c/DSCF0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4721441873097286715</id><published>2007-06-24T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We used to be,</title><content type='html'>Picture one, rocks ass. Picture two, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn5YO5f0zLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dmAla6sqIAw/s1600-h/l_f2f186653e15a585ddea175f7c5eebf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079594442696215730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn5YO5f0zLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dmAla6sqIAw/s200/l_f2f186653e15a585ddea175f7c5eebf5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn5YO5f0zMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sdAFH4OeXk8/s1600-h/1472586986_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079594442696215746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn5YO5f0zMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sdAFH4OeXk8/s200/1472586986_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If when you blink, you miss a moment- My eyes would have been closed for a very long time now. &lt;strong&gt;Blink&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4721441873097286715?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4721441873097286715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4721441873097286715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4721441873097286715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4721441873097286715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-used-to-be.html' title='We used to be,'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rn5YO5f0zLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dmAla6sqIAw/s72-c/l_f2f186653e15a585ddea175f7c5eebf5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1399002681419107893</id><published>2007-06-23T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:45:08.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little more love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take This Quiz - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=070623113817-960711"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=070623113817-960711&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE OKAY! Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1399002681419107893?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1399002681419107893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1399002681419107893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1399002681419107893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1399002681419107893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-little-more-love.html' title='Just a little more love.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1173480475253002977</id><published>2007-06-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:12:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cohen, you're a geek.</title><content type='html'>I aspire to be like Adam Brody, a geek, only with an -&lt;em&gt;ette&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Actually no, I don't want to be. It's superficial. Everyone likes him only because he's a geek, he was in the OC and he had Rachel Bilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=DoRgyHazhJQ"&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=DoRgyHazhJQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty much learning. Tuition in the afternoon followed by Macs dinner. Mmm (: Remember to watch the video and learn that superficiality is no good okay? Haha. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're living in a heartbreak situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1173480475253002977?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1173480475253002977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1173480475253002977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1173480475253002977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1173480475253002977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/cohen-youre-geek.html' title='Cohen, you&apos;re a geek.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3467943110649860338</id><published>2007-06-22T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:59:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I made you do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be, lost under the pressure of walking in your shoes. Every step that I take is another mistake to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my one buck marshymellow hippo. :D Pictures are with Charissa. Tomorrow there's tuition again! I didn't go out today, &lt;strong&gt;I feel accomplished&lt;/strong&gt;. Uh, my blog is getting dry and boring so I shall stop here before you fall off your chair cause you fell asleep halfway while reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Hendricks Marianne Jeanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-3467943110649860338?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3467943110649860338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3467943110649860338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3467943110649860338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3467943110649860338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/look-what-i-made-you-do.html' title='Look what I made you do.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7441845354164106763</id><published>2007-06-21T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:24:50.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M THE ONE!</title><content type='html'>You're the light in my deepest darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;You're my saviour when I fall&lt;br /&gt;And you may not think I care for you&lt;br /&gt;When you know down inside that I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you valued his integrity, and honesty is rare&lt;br /&gt;He swore to you he'd never cheat again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He cried and said he cared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, he's a jerk, because it worked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love these two songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atheena says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear siao char bo,&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling a little bit tired. thus, am going to sleep now. nice playing uno/pool with you today. lets do more! and and and tmr lets vivo for brunch la!!!!! ok.&lt;br /&gt;ttyl, cos i'm friggin gna fall off my chair.&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, not a siao char bo, no no! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was alright. I was writing the I'd wait for life lyrics over &amp; voer when my papers were done, depressing or what?! Stupid song is stuck in my head. &amp;amp; just one line of it, the depresing part. Haha. I swear I can depress you to such an extent you'll want to spread the depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i sing when my words have run dry&lt;br /&gt;How can i smile with a tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;Summer's so lost when it's raining in June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's how it feels when I'm missing you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my favourite boyband, ever. I'll always miss them. &lt;em&gt;Tear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7441845354164106763?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7441845354164106763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7441845354164106763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7441845354164106763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7441845354164106763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-one.html' title='I&apos;M THE ONE!'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3963222941573642187</id><published>2007-06-20T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:45:51.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd wait for life.</title><content type='html'>If you ever turn away&lt;br /&gt;If you ever change your mind&lt;br /&gt;If the road ahead becomes too hard to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's something in your heart that tells you to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh, to hold you close-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd wait for life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=qqVQCHHGOjw"&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=qqVQCHHGOjw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're one of the closest I've been to- You're already slipping away farther than you know. &amp; this song reminds me of you. I wouldn't be surprised if you never ever get to listen to it. But if you ever read this, you probably would listen to it. Funny how reverse phycology works, why do we always do what people say &lt;em&gt;not to&lt;/em&gt;? I had all these thoughts about what to say &amp;amp; write here. But I guess there was another plan cause I forgot it all. I know when I'm about to sleep, they'll all appear again.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I have to start from the beginning. I'd choose someone else over you right now, because you aren't there when you said you would be. There's only so much waiting I can do. No, not in that way if that's what you're thinking. Sometimes when you demand for an answer, I can't give you one. You know I won't always be here &amp; what ever answer I give isn't always right. Sometimes I may say yes, but I will think no. It defeats the point of even giving you an answer that's truthful.&lt;br /&gt;I will you well &amp;amp; I hope things will change for the better, till then. &lt;em&gt;I'll be living on a prayer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's probably a point why I write things on my blog &amp;amp; don't tell anyone in person.&lt;/strong&gt; Get the hint? Don't even ask, cause I won't even tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-3963222941573642187?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3963222941573642187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3963222941573642187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3963222941573642187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3963222941573642187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/id-wait-for-life.html' title='I&apos;d wait for life.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7461157643530804454</id><published>2007-06-19T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:55.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right here waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz75f0zKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cSG-QUotRDU/s1600-h/right_here_waiting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077443471534771362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz75f0zKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cSG-QUotRDU/s200/right_here_waiting2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz7pf0zJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QPouVGj4zdg/s1600-h/right_here_waiting3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077443467239804050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz7pf0zJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QPouVGj4zdg/s200/right_here_waiting3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz7Zf0zII/AAAAAAAAAOk/Imt835Nz5tE/s1600-h/right_here_waiting4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077443462944836738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz7Zf0zII/AAAAAAAAAOk/Imt835Nz5tE/s200/right_here_waiting4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz7Jf0zHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BvXRKxrxIgQ/s1600-h/right_here_waiting5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077443458649869426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz7Jf0zHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BvXRKxrxIgQ/s200/right_here_waiting5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to play this song, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched FFSS yesterday. Kinda yesterday, but it feels like it's "today". Okay- Nevermind. In the midst of making yet another video, this time with a saaaaaaaaad song by Richard Marx entilted Right Here Waiting. Will finish the last one minute or so another day. Right now it's just homework, :/ I'm not looking forward to later. Work sucks. Nevermind, I need the stress. Exams come again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I encourage you to watch FFSS. Psst, it's Fantastic Four(Rise of the silver sufer) if you didn't know what it stood for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least we can say, "We've always got yesterday."&lt;/em&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/12712550-7461157643530804454?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7461157643530804454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7461157643530804454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7461157643530804454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7461157643530804454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/right-here-waiting.html' title='Right here waiting'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rnaz75f0zKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cSG-QUotRDU/s72-c/right_here_waiting2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1537624107391534452</id><published>2007-06-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:55.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Except that I can't hold on.</title><content type='html'>Aaron Carter &amp; Kaci Brown. (:&lt;br /&gt;I personally love the last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCSpf0zAI/AAAAAAAAANk/L3zcf0oBJSc/s1600-h/l_f16144a833b1469e4e2a6e7867c36226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077037043074518018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCSpf0zAI/AAAAAAAAANk/L3zcf0oBJSc/s200/l_f16144a833b1469e4e2a6e7867c36226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCSpf0zBI/AAAAAAAAANs/vUylxBWErkM/s1600-h/l_9ae356915616825e04818b8e4ad64d00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077037043074518034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCSpf0zBI/AAAAAAAAANs/vUylxBWErkM/s200/l_9ae356915616825e04818b8e4ad64d00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCS5f0zCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NAIrCN7mR4k/s1600-h/l_6fb6410ee0d91d49269b4ee60bba1e2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077037047369485346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCS5f0zCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NAIrCN7mR4k/s200/l_6fb6410ee0d91d49269b4ee60bba1e2f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCSZf0y_I/AAAAAAAAANc/PK9e_6rNliU/s1600-h/l_bb2453c30b90080c5217f9234c94c3b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077037038779550706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCSZf0y_I/AAAAAAAAANc/PK9e_6rNliU/s200/l_bb2453c30b90080c5217f9234c94c3b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; THE MOST AMAZING RYAN/MARISSA VIDEO EVER. People, it's almost cry-worthy. It's so sad. &lt;strong&gt;Reminds me of all the times in sec2 when I'd stay up to watch the show&lt;/strong&gt;. ): &amp; in the end I never followed through &amp;amp; they AXED it. Dammit. &lt;em&gt;I should have watched&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUFGrdc1fBE" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where ever you go, what ever you do- I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks- I will be right here waiting for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you see it? You got me going crazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1537624107391534452?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1537624107391534452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1537624107391534452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1537624107391534452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1537624107391534452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/except-that-i-cant-hold-on.html' title='Except that I can&apos;t hold on.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnVCSpf0zAI/AAAAAAAAANk/L3zcf0oBJSc/s72-c/l_f16144a833b1469e4e2a6e7867c36226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1134186664278325527</id><published>2007-06-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:15:17.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause they're truly infinate</title><content type='html'>Finally changed the video section. :D Yes, it's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; Fernando Torres. But I think it's kinda cute. :D He's cute, there's nothing wrong with that. I must watch the Real Madrid match, Nadal will be watching. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, &lt;u&gt;BIRTHDAYS &amp; WHAT-EVER-ELSE-SHIT-DAYS ARE &lt;strong&gt;NONSENSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I mean, you only treat that person nice on that day cause it's like eg. Teacher's Day or something. It doesn't make up for all the other times you've just ignored or rebelled against that person. It's some kind of facade. It sucks even more when you realise they're just putting on an act. So I see no reason to celebrate my birthday what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want macadamia nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Ps, Honey roasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1134186664278325527?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1134186664278325527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1134186664278325527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1134186664278325527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1134186664278325527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/cause-theyre-truly-infinate.html' title='Cause they&apos;re truly infinate'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3856143934939828450</id><published>2007-06-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:59:39.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hands on deck</title><content type='html'>Make them fall in love all over again!&lt;br /&gt;They're like so awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3x55tSAi-ec" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my Sony Vegas, but I have to reopen it every 60days, bah. Mocks are currently terrible cause I haven't studied, ): Tomorrow there's more tuition. I need to start sleeping earlier soon. With that, I hope you have a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Macs is goooooooood. ;D Had it two days straight already,&lt;strong&gt; fats&lt;/strong&gt;- HERE I COME. I am going to die a fat old lady with no friends, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-3856143934939828450?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3856143934939828450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3856143934939828450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3856143934939828450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3856143934939828450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-hands-on-deck.html' title='All hands on deck'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-846412059335430161</id><published>2007-06-14T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:55.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutor girl, nice bracelet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnFPY5f0y-I/AAAAAAAAANU/cTaiktvrEpY/s1600-h/Torres586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075925544193018850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnFPY5f0y-I/AAAAAAAAANU/cTaiktvrEpY/s200/Torres586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sony vegas 6 is so complex, :X I'm still at the beginning of the tutorial stage. Anyway, off to study SS. To all those in PCC, have fun. :D Psst, people are intending to crash tomorrow. Hahaha. Like you'd read this in time anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social studies, here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO NADAL GOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; Torres, please let the newspaper be true. &lt;em&gt;COME TO MAN UTD OKAY? ANYWHERE IN THE EPL! I LOOOOOOVEEEEEE YOUUUUUUU&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le falto&lt;/em&gt;. You asked me today &amp;amp; all I could do was change the subject. Cause I didn't want you to think of &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt;. Understand? Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-846412059335430161?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/846412059335430161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=846412059335430161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/846412059335430161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/846412059335430161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/tutor-girl-nice-bracelet.html' title='Tutor girl, nice bracelet.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RnFPY5f0y-I/AAAAAAAAANU/cTaiktvrEpY/s72-c/Torres586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2276318914624279103</id><published>2007-06-13T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:58:15.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be afraid to dream of you?</title><content type='html'>I think this song rocks, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52Cfxt6DL6Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52Cfxt6DL6Y&lt;/a&gt; It's called How strong do you think I am. Relatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADAL WON ROLAND GARROS 3X IN A ROW! Only the second male to achieve that after Bjorn Borg. CONGRATULATIONS. Lets hope he makes it 4 next year &amp; becomes the FIRST to do so. :D I have faith in Rafael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink182 fans, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfWngtpTLHY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfWngtpTLHY&lt;/a&gt; Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought France adidas shoes? It was the worldcup'06 edition. But it need to be seasoned. My blisters are gone though. :D Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lucas &amp;amp; Brooke forever". Chopia rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2276318914624279103?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2276318914624279103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2276318914624279103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2276318914624279103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2276318914624279103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/should-i-be-afraid-to-dream-of-you.html' title='Should I be afraid to dream of you?'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2662377476988545900</id><published>2007-06-09T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:48:55.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The departed</title><content type='html'>"No one gives it to you, you have to take it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched The Departed. The ending you'd either go YES or WAHLAO. Lol. I was more toward the latter. Cause we didn't get to know what was inside the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving tomorrow.......... Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, good luck to Nadal &amp;amp; Atletico. (: I can't watch their matches cause I'll be away, ): Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kC2WnHoNIQ" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2662377476988545900?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2662377476988545900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2662377476988545900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2662377476988545900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2662377476988545900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/departed.html' title='The departed'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2958561612129896699</id><published>2007-06-08T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:55.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than just a fading memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmkUqZf0y9I/AAAAAAAAANM/HF32p-vM0_M/s1600-h/1123123123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073609173841005522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmkUqZf0y9I/AAAAAAAAANM/HF32p-vM0_M/s200/1123123123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my FRIES :D I'm happy. The fries were awesome. I leave on Sunday morning. Back on Tuesday(I think). Chad &amp;amp; Sophia are so cute. Seriously. He shouldn't have cheated on her with Paris, &lt;em&gt;basket&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is &lt;em&gt;depressing&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;You have been warned&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Fp19_frwuc" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We should feel lucky we can say... we've always got yesterday."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2958561612129896699?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2958561612129896699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2958561612129896699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2958561612129896699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2958561612129896699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-than-just-fading-memory.html' title='More than just a fading memory'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmkUqZf0y9I/AAAAAAAAANM/HF32p-vM0_M/s72-c/1123123123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4934149163836014194</id><published>2007-06-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:56.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F. Torres</title><content type='html'>Glompcuddles! Oh man, I haven't used that word in such a longggggg time. Haha! Glompcuddddddddddles. :D &lt;strong&gt;G-L-O-M-P-C-U-D-D-L-E-S&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmf8S5f0y7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/nHwsvizpZc4/s1600-h/607694072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073300906858302386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmf8S5f0y7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/nHwsvizpZc4/s200/607694072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of the "Baby faced assassin". :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmf8TJf0y8I/AAAAAAAAANE/faUdo2MyFtw/s1600-h/740560838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073300911153269698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmf8TJf0y8I/AAAAAAAAANE/faUdo2MyFtw/s200/740560838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow lunch @ same place, AGAINNNNNNNNN. :D This time I will have my fries. I must have my fries before I leave Singapore! Fries are friends. Friends are food. Food is good. Uh-huh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4934149163836014194?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4934149163836014194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4934149163836014194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4934149163836014194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4934149163836014194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/f-torres.html' title='F. Torres'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmf8S5f0y7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/nHwsvizpZc4/s72-c/607694072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4040614111154299878</id><published>2007-06-06T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:57.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>311 Torres pictures (?!)</title><content type='html'>One tiny blob of red &amp; blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3Zf0y2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/zuDzWllTEXA/s1600-h/679261017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072982675551472482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3Zf0y2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/zuDzWllTEXA/s200/679261017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is FREAKING ADORABLE. :D It's my wallpaper, hahaha! The kid is just so cute. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3pf0y3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/9tBz4xmGT7I/s1600-h/455666465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072982679846439794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3pf0y3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/9tBz4xmGT7I/s200/455666465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why he's HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3pf0y4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/g9ZuWW3DRwM/s1600-h/whoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072982679846439810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3pf0y4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/g9ZuWW3DRwM/s200/whoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3pf0y5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kHYajdZU0Rw/s1600-h/panna%20ko!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072982679846439826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3pf0y5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kHYajdZU0Rw/s200/panna%2520ko!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrateeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba35f0y6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ln5Ohp-Xtb4/s1600-h/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072982684141407138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba35f0y6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ln5Ohp-Xtb4/s200/ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants him, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgR5f0yxI/AAAAAAAAALs/Tn57iTcUQl8/s1600-h/299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072847890887789330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgR5f0yxI/AAAAAAAAALs/Tn57iTcUQl8/s200/299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgSJf0yyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7Oo2m92XAkg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072847895182756642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgSJf0yyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7Oo2m92XAkg/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgSZf0yzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/157L_YEn7Vo/s1600-h/38948719_89ef584160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072847899477723954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgSZf0yzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/157L_YEn7Vo/s200/38948719_89ef584160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgSZf0y0I/AAAAAAAAAME/Vf1JQ8XJlIo/s1600-h/615541579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072847899477723970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgSZf0y0I/AAAAAAAAAME/Vf1JQ8XJlIo/s200/615541579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072847903772691282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmZgSpf0y1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/MegppzJ2Zy0/s200/ft843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4040614111154299878?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4040614111154299878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4040614111154299878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4040614111154299878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4040614111154299878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/311-torres-pictures.html' title='311 Torres pictures (?!)'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rmba3Zf0y2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/zuDzWllTEXA/s72-c/679261017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-5479808127409811518</id><published>2007-06-05T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:59:44.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May angels lead you in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justiceforkurt.com"&gt;www.justiceforkurt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I never knew the Nirvana lead was dead, :X Oops. I only knew they existed &amp; thought their smiley face thing was &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why Ne-Yo's Because Of You is depressing. Omarion's Ice Box doens't make it any better. Today's a slow &amp; sleepy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) List 11 things you want to say to people, but never will.&lt;br /&gt;B) Don't say who they are.&lt;br /&gt;C) Never discuss it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank you for being there for me. I wanted to just &lt;em&gt;stop the world&lt;/em&gt; before you left. Cause after you left there was this whole phase that really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I never gave you a reason why &amp; I don't think I can. There's just some things I can't accept about you &amp;amp; what you do. It sucks to just stand aside and watch, but you don't listen. So there isn't much I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Go talk to (Anon). But I know you won't even reply me, you wouldn't even listen. So what's the point in teling you this? You're really stubborn you know? Sometimes we all wonder where that brain of yours has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You most probably don't know you're still one of the ones I call my close friends. I know I was really rash after the 'fight' thing that happened. I just stopped talking &amp; cut off all contact. I'm sorry. Things won't be the same- But I'm trying, you know? Next time, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Haha, this is random. I don't like your perfume/colonge(Which ever one you use- If you do use any). Or at least I think it's your perfume. I don't like the smell it's kinda gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I always wonder what would have happened if I had met you that day- What would life be like right now? Either way, we don't even talk anymore. I hope your life is well or at least better than mine. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I still can't comprehend you're who you are. &amp; I can't comprehend your the fact that your sibling doesn't use vulgarities. It's like :O crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You, I told you so many things about my life. You're the only one in the entire world I told that. but you told the rest of them eventually anyway, :/ I just froze when you told them about this &amp; that. I can still remember how I literally froze. Even though it's almost a year ago? That's how much of my life I trusted with you. Now we're just hi-bye friends. Maybe it's fate. Thanks for always listening to all my problems then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) You were one of the closest friends in the world. Now if we talk its damn awkward, so yessssssss. I never said thanks for everything, so here it goes. Thanks for every single thing you've done for me &amp; I'm sorry you didn't get your shirt. I'm really sorry. (Freaking obvious, heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Hello bitch, I know every single thing you said. Every, single, thing. So um, thank you and I hope you have a good life. I seriously don't know why you refuse to admit you're wrong &amp; that your desicion ended your "friendship". After all- You pretty much are treating her like shit. You better stop. But since you won't &amp;amp; you know she is easily lead on &amp; she's just your substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) You're a pain in the ass, you can't take any freaking hints &amp; I don't like you. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I died in my dreams, what's that supposed to mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-5479808127409811518?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/5479808127409811518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=5479808127409811518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5479808127409811518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/5479808127409811518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/may-angels-lead-you-in.html' title='May angels lead you in'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-1608657944901631871</id><published>2007-06-04T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:20:00.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Staring at the phone all day won't make you call me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sitting here playing it off won't change a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Writing love letters that I'd never dare to send you won't tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How far deep I've gone since I met you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm kinda hurts, ouch? Somebody please tell me I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going to Malaysia. I DO NOT WANT TO GO okay. I want to go for my cousin's HC this Sunday even if you don't. &amp; I still haven't found out why I have rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel I'm stranded on an island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you're miles away from here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to make waves but the ocean's quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can anybody hear, my SOS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad headache this morning- Went home straight after school. &amp; I still do not want to go to Malaysia. Stupid place. Why don't you bring me back to England instead? Since you're so insistant on a freaking holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closing my eyes to the truth won't persuade you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And letting you hold my heart will only cause more pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispering prayers in the wind cannot save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm still holding on to what's been gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being home. Tomorrow I'm going out. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-1608657944901631871?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/1608657944901631871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=1608657944901631871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1608657944901631871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/1608657944901631871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-sos.html' title='My SOS'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-3340859666774964167</id><published>2007-06-03T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:36:42.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4rtJ1PFXOY" width="250" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song is super sweet. (: It doesn't imply anything or what-so-ever. &amp; Pan, I still can't believe you don't believe me. Tsk, I give up denying- &lt;em&gt;Cause no matter what I say you won't believe. Tsk&lt;/em&gt;. Church was okay. Had a drink in the morning &amp;amp; then watched Shrek3, it was cute. I love Drakeys. :D &amp; I love Frankvin. Just watch the video above &amp;amp; you'll know. Goldspink has an acting career &amp; it's in the US. Ohmygoshhhhhhhhh. Now there's be competition with all the US girls for him too, aiyoh. Hahah. He'll always belong to Frankie- Or so all us FCFers believe. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Shrek3, had Subway. Shreak3 was sponsered by my brother. In the end the $9.50 for Pan &amp;amp; I(2 tickets total was $9.50 HA!) was paid by my second brother, aww. So sweet. Today was kinda really weird, we had &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; plans and in the end everything turned out nice. Subway was good, I'm a faster eater than Pan, even though she had a headstart. Haha! I still haven't checked out the Spain results. Fingers crossed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We may be two people"&lt;br /&gt;"But we're one of the same mind"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Frankvin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-3340859666774964167?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/3340859666774964167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=3340859666774964167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3340859666774964167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/3340859666774964167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/crushed.html' title='Crushed.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4204946669320565164</id><published>2007-06-02T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le falto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufV9IinI/AAAAAAAAALE/ff-t4vZsM7s/s1600-h/l_79473abec62e39d183f7f6c76bac1b83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071456140144446066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufV9IinI/AAAAAAAAALE/ff-t4vZsM7s/s200/l_79473abec62e39d183f7f6c76bac1b83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufV9IioI/AAAAAAAAALM/55zmaOWPIfA/s1600-h/934648474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071456140144446082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufV9IioI/AAAAAAAAALM/55zmaOWPIfA/s200/934648474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufV9IipI/AAAAAAAAALU/wpDRFO9rRGI/s1600-h/740560195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071456140144446098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufV9IipI/AAAAAAAAALU/wpDRFO9rRGI/s200/740560195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufl9IiqI/AAAAAAAAALc/eUU0yduT-Ws/s1600-h/675633521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071456144439413410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufl9IiqI/AAAAAAAAALc/eUU0yduT-Ws/s200/675633521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufl9IirI/AAAAAAAAALk/6YwDdP8Z9xM/s1600-h/894842664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071456144439413426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufl9IirI/AAAAAAAAALk/6YwDdP8Z9xM/s200/894842664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate the number of Torres stuff I have in my computer. 213pictures&amp;clips. :D I sourced 42pages to find 79pictures. I just spent my time here finding Torres pictures, dumb- I know. But I can't help it. So yeah, A NEW MONTAGE COMING UP SOOOOOOOON. :D Celebration of all the pictures. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, you can just watch him.&lt;em&gt; Eyecandy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Sunday. &lt;em&gt;Doesn't feel like it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4204946669320565164?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4204946669320565164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4204946669320565164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4204946669320565164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4204946669320565164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/le-falto.html' title='Le falto.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmFufV9IinI/AAAAAAAAALE/ff-t4vZsM7s/s72-c/l_79473abec62e39d183f7f6c76bac1b83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-7468219503037995016</id><published>2007-06-01T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:58.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flinging our arms in mid-air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmArKF9IimI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NYUOL_BAWgI/s1600-h/thurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071100632816454242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmArKF9IimI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NYUOL_BAWgI/s200/thurs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, two years ago? Something like that. I'm on the extreme right, my head cut off. Annette's in the middle, that blur-ish person. Joachim &amp; Charissa were sitting at the back. Charissa got cut off when Annette stepped right "into" her. Town mrt. The exact same thing I wore today. Besides the shoes &amp;amp; the hair. I can't remember why we were out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nobody on msn to play UNO with, :/ All my msn game-friends are gone,&lt;strong&gt; poof&lt;/strong&gt;. One's Don't-Know-Where, the other isn't online &amp; the last one is in TP. &amp;amp; all the rest are &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt;. No wait, they don't play Uno. They just &lt;em&gt;rub it in&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;When you lose someone, it hurts like hell. Time isn't going to change much, it'll just make it a little less painful, but everyday- You'll ask why.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the Titanic. It's like how you hear of your childhood- You know every single detail, but you just can't remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-7468219503037995016?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/7468219503037995016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=7468219503037995016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7468219503037995016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/7468219503037995016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/06/flinging-our-arms-in-mid-air.html' title='Flinging our arms in mid-air.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RmArKF9IimI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NYUOL_BAWgI/s72-c/thurs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-4360249452102654105</id><published>2007-05-31T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:20:53.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La liga</title><content type='html'>Without your love, I am no use to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soccers.fr/index.php?showtopic=32306"&gt;http://www.soccers.fr/index.php?showtopic=32306&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaniards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-4360249452102654105?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/4360249452102654105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=4360249452102654105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4360249452102654105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/4360249452102654105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-liga.html' title='La liga'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-2951852295522623834</id><published>2007-05-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:58.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; it's ladies night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rl2Qali0klI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ec3_TaccQDk/s1600-h/wyghost.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070367541918208594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rl2Qali0klI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ec3_TaccQDk/s200/wyghost.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't comprehend says:&lt;br /&gt;I name that the &lt;u&gt;WYGHOSTFACE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't comprehend says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;mister rocket man says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO&lt;br /&gt;I can't comprehend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;I can't comprehend says:&lt;br /&gt;Then what?&lt;br /&gt;mister rocket man says:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;mister rocket man says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;short blck hair non sadako-ish face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;mister rocket man says:&lt;br /&gt;longer name, sounds more profound!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is going to Zouk, &amp;amp; the picture has a &lt;strong&gt;mohawk&lt;/strong&gt;. :D My hands are getting pretty tired of constant typing. So, adios amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-2951852295522623834?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/2951852295522623834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=2951852295522623834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2951852295522623834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/2951852295522623834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-ladies-night.html' title='&amp; it&apos;s ladies night.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/Rl2Qali0klI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ec3_TaccQDk/s72-c/wyghost.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-8632489084781956213</id><published>2007-05-29T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:58.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump on fours, take a ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RlwSBli0kkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/99Qi-pnCrNs/s1600-h/1513571133_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069947098979668546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RlwSBli0kkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/99Qi-pnCrNs/s200/1513571133_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torres is KING&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a dead fib&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blew &lt;strong&gt;fifteen bucks&lt;/strong&gt; on Biology prelim papers today. Fifteen bucks, sucks. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. My nose keeps running! ): I used up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CharGoh's&lt;/span&gt; tissue today. Sorry yeah. It was those HUGE big packets you carry around for BABIES. Kinda. I wanted to die during math, cause it was really &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;. &amp; my nose just leaked, ): Tomorrow I'll finish my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D The one I bought on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep just now &amp; awoke thinking it was the next day. My time-space &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;continuum&lt;/span&gt; is distorted. Tomorrow all I want to do is sleep some more. (: Maybe cause there's no more AI. ): I'll be waiting until NEXT YEAR. That's like damn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every place, every sound, every taste reminds me of you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can barely recall, but it's all coming back to me now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's-it-called? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt; you've been at some place but you just can't remember? Oh ye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;s, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deja&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt;. I feel it without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-8632489084781956213?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/8632489084781956213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=8632489084781956213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8632489084781956213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/8632489084781956213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/05/jump-on-fours-take-ride.html' title='Jump on fours, take a ride.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RlwSBli0kkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/99Qi-pnCrNs/s72-c/1513571133_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712550.post-6057085828876454197</id><published>2007-05-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:53:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished and already blemished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RlrYSVi0kiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OCXXtPxw0q4/s1600-h/PICT01251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069602140091355682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RlrYSVi0kiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OCXXtPxw0q4/s200/PICT01251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RlrYS1i0kjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4inAY7fR0Zw/s1600-h/991349419_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069602148681290290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RlrYS1i0kjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4inAY7fR0Zw/s200/991349419_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New video. Still Torres though, sorry non-Torres fans. But yeah, I &lt;strong&gt;LOVEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt; the guy. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chinese O's papers 1&amp;2 were today. It was, okay? Wait- No comment. If you screwed up your paper, there's still the EOY one, &lt;em&gt;RETAKE IT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hamsters at GreatWorld pet shop are CUTE. Today I finally found out what Anything &amp; Whatever was. They are actually just many different flavours at random. Take your pick &amp;amp; I guess, it's LUCK. Quite dumbbbbbbb. Anyway, I like hamsters. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12712550-6057085828876454197?l=mj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/feeds/6057085828876454197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12712550&amp;postID=6057085828876454197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6057085828876454197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12712550/posts/default/6057085828876454197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mj-.blogspot.com/2007/05/unfinished-and-already-blemished.html' title='Unfinished and already blemished.'/><author><name>mj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/R95m4rIIKCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4kOqKtzNxH0/S220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOWKOExDhQU/RlrYSVi0kiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OCXXtPxw0q4/s72-c/PICT01251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
