<?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-22387623</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:33:13.749+08:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='events'/><category term='deeper thoughts'/><category term='school'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='alterego'/><category term='notice'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>DRADRAMAMA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8957598235179803931</id><published>2007-10-14T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T02:13:27.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><title type='text'>Freelance Photography</title><content type='html'>Hay! I figured that this would help create some work for me to do over the holidays, and I do have a few things I'd like to buy, and i don't wish to ask my parents for the $$ to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So help me out or something ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are hosting an event/function and are in need of a photographer (or you simply would like a photograph of you taken nicely or something), email me at pee.ka.book@gmail.com, and I'll mail out a list of rates for you. (don't worry, i don't go for insane prices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am no where near advanced or anything spectacular, but I'm still going to give this a shot.&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in looking at my samples or if you have any enquiries at all, please go ahead and email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would appreciate it if you included the word, "Photography" somewhere along the subject title. So I wouldn't confuse it with Spam or something, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-8957598235179803931?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/8957598235179803931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=8957598235179803931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8957598235179803931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8957598235179803931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/10/freelance-photography.html' title='Freelance Photography'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2182540551966149794</id><published>2007-08-27T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:09:14.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought</title><content type='html'>came to me while i was showering. (yeah i know, i think about a lot of random things when i shower.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"people do not fear death anymore. what they fear is to suffer"&lt;br /&gt;think about it. if there really is a world war III (i'm on the fence with the probability of this one), people now don't really care how much you kill, but how long your actions last.&lt;br /&gt;for example, take the south korean kidnappings. what drives the fear in this whole event? it's not the fact they these people die (sure it's still a BIG thing), but look at it. they hold these people HOSTAGES (very much alive!) because they want to benefit from it. which in return, makes another (be it a country or an individual) SUFFER.&lt;br /&gt;if they truly wanted to kill, then srsly they'd just shoot and cut the crap already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time, death was like this mysterious thing that was taboo.&lt;br /&gt;now it's another daily thing. what happens in war is not the people who die, but the people who live to suffer through it.&lt;br /&gt;right now, what matters is SUFFERING. if you die then in one perspective it's just "too bad".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2182540551966149794?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2182540551966149794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2182540551966149794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2182540551966149794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2182540551966149794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/thought.html' title='a thought'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4861626979544973308</id><published>2007-08-26T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T15:59:37.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear Lord</title><content type='html'>please cast Your hand of protection over her.&lt;br /&gt;dear Lord, please let her breathe.&lt;br /&gt;After 20 years of struggling, it's amazing how she's still standing there for You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I know You know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He said to them, "Then give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 20: 25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-3187767836504306903</id><published>2007-08-25T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:59:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy's birthday</title><content type='html'>i started off yesterday by cutting off miyuki's hair.&lt;br /&gt;jer and hid were laughing their heads off as i was snipping away and stasha was guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;it was srsly funny, but hey they said i make a good hairstylist!&lt;br /&gt;i don't even have training, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang's LIES sounds really good!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ut7hNSMJWNU&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yuzhu ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's daddy's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;and they are being an absolute ***** to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1996949447223557456</id><published>2007-08-23T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:27:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"find rest in Him"</title><content type='html'>i had a very long and depressing talk with darren just now.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how he can still put up with my silliness.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wished i wasn't so pessimistic, but it's only because i know what i think may happen WILL happen.&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty sure he was disappointed with me, and he wouldn't like to hear me say things like that.&lt;br /&gt;heck, i disappoint even myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i took life with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;maybe then i wouldn't be this tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4526557239054696748</id><published>2007-08-21T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:52:55.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>thank you Lord!</title><content type='html'>it's been a super long day, i'm hitting the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how i could have forgotten my provider in this.&lt;br /&gt;now, i know why. thank You Lord, for sticking with me, for walking this road with me.&lt;br /&gt;The road is long and tedious, but You've always been my solace, my strength and the only thing i can rely on, 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;even when i feel vulnerable, You are my shield.&lt;br /&gt;the true meaning of working hard boils down to this. even if i put in my greatest effort, without the Lord, I AM TRULY NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-28141" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8: 38 - 39&lt;br /&gt;The verse of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4526557239054696748?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4526557239054696748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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friend!</title><content type='html'>the welcome party wasn't that bad. it was pretty fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;we had a FREE 10 course meal (or was it 8 course)?&lt;br /&gt;but omg my mum and i ate til we were stuffed!&lt;br /&gt;there was like ALL THE LUXURIES IN THE WORLD (seafood platter, shark fin's soup (ok bad for mother nature!), steamed fish, yam basket, abalone, fresh prawns, etc)&lt;br /&gt;sha's japanese student is called nogumi chika. she's rly shy. can't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was like the busiest sunday ever. we were out of the house by 9am (crazy, considering that i'm usually asleep at 9....)&lt;br /&gt;but it's fun talking to the japanese people. like the lady i was sitting next to at our table, she was pretty amazed that i watch doramas, love oguri shun, matsu jun, oh and that i liked orange range. and many many other things.&lt;br /&gt;and chika loves reading manga tooooo. she reads all the really good titles&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically traveled around the whole of singapore today.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DEAD AND TIRED (need to practice amaths!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: everybody should watch america's got talent! it's soso funny, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-476631748552209252?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/476631748552209252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=476631748552209252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/476631748552209252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/476631748552209252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/living-with-her-friend.html' title='living with her friend!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1607267178448717153</id><published>2007-08-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:19:57.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleach cards!</title><content type='html'>sha got me some bleach cards from japan.&lt;br /&gt;they aren't all that flattering, but whatever since it's bleach anyways!&lt;br /&gt;i have to attend the welcome party for the japan exchange because daddy can't come back from malaysia tonight. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.gray-man is so sad! allen walker ):&lt;br /&gt;though i have to say, when i first saw it i thought it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;since i didn't think that killing akumas looked fun. (whereas in bleach it was interesting x8979628)&lt;br /&gt;but hm, i guess it got better after the 2nd/3rd time.&lt;br /&gt;allen's a parasite type, so i wasn't expecting much action from him.&lt;br /&gt;but he has some mental resilience, so i guess it's quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;he killed the person he loved, and condemned him to eternity in hell. these tricks the satan has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello to 4 days of the mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: know what i told my sister when i found out what she wanted to wear to the welcome party?&lt;br /&gt;ulin: no that's too orh-biang already!&lt;br /&gt;sha: huh, orh-biang meh?&lt;br /&gt;sha: really orh-biang ah?&lt;br /&gt;sha: mummy is that shirt orh-biang?&lt;br /&gt;sha: *frets, is very worried, considering that she has worn that shirt many times*&lt;br /&gt;ulin: i told you it was orh-biang so that you won't dare to wear it hahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1607267178448717153?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1607267178448717153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1607267178448717153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1607267178448717153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1607267178448717153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/bleach-cards.html' title='bleach cards!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2376234465713951103</id><published>2007-08-16T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:11:53.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mum was amazingly kind today</title><content type='html'>she's getting me my dslr!&lt;br /&gt;oh the joy!!! it's like a dream come true (hid your book works miracles)&lt;br /&gt;and do you know what's the best best part? she agreed willingly and she didn't even hesitate or say "noooo" like what she usually does.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life i feel like i'm receiving an actual GIFT (foc, with no terms whatsoever) from my mother!&lt;br /&gt;right now i want the stock market to go up and gosh american stock market, you have to be more flexible and versatile! just because one crash, it shouldn't let you affect the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS THE GREAT DEPRESSION TOO LITTLE OF AN EXAMPLE?, my dear america!&lt;br /&gt;do you not remember the horrors and the amazing and stupid things we humans have done, just because of that wall street crash?&lt;br /&gt;i know everything is interlinked, but there NEEDS to be a better plan in a state of emergency!&lt;br /&gt;like for example, if the terrorists really uses EMP (electromagnetic pulse) against the stock market we will really be at our knees! (touch wood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was honestly having baddd slr symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;on wed, it was the teacher's captain ball match and there was one team with a photography crew.. and this guy was wielding a canon eos (if i'm correct, i was moderately far away without my specs on) and he took a photo under the HOT HOT HOT BLARING SUNLIGHT with an EXTERNAL FLASH SOURCE.&lt;br /&gt;um. um. um. one word: idiot!&lt;br /&gt;so now i think some slr cams just don't fit their owners! but who am i to say this right. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2376234465713951103?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2376234465713951103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2376234465713951103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2376234465713951103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2376234465713951103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-mum-was-amazing-kind-today.html' title='my mum was amazingly kind today'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-996100782326752735</id><published>2007-08-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:08:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bio kills.</title><content type='html'>respiration is an irritant that is worse than nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not being funny here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's midnight now, and i am so glad i finally finished editing the script and including new slides and fixing everything together! that alone took me 3 hours. :(&lt;br /&gt;and the powerpoint i did on friday was um, 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;so in total i've spent 8 hours on pure presentation! omg i suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-996100782326752735?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/996100782326752735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=996100782326752735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/996100782326752735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/996100782326752735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/bio-kills.html' title='bio kills.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1449438769973304851</id><published>2007-08-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:18:14.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much convinced that it is quite pointless to sit for GCSE's when I'm from another country.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the paper may be modified for us, but honestly how can we pit ourselves against the English?&lt;br /&gt;We don't know their culture, system (of grading) or anything of those likes.&lt;br /&gt;And so, we prepare ourselves for 4 years (=1461 days) of our lives for it and when the actual thing comes out we're not even sure if what we've done was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is... I feel that:&lt;br /&gt;1) The Government of Singapore should create a brand new spanking testing system that should be recognized globally (especially in Top Universities like the Ivy League)&lt;br /&gt;2) If you really want to take the GCSE's (loyal supporter etc), MOVE TO BRITIAN ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I really don't have a choice because taking the GCSE's is a law (right?) and I'm not a rule-breaking offender. So I will take an exam that will absolutely determine my fate in the future. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry that i sound so bitter, nothing's going well recently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to lighten the mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after swimming)&lt;br /&gt;Sha: eh jie my stomach very painful leh&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: it's probably indigestion, i have it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sha: huh but why so pain one? i think it's appendicitis.&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: (in disbelief) do you even know where your appendix is?&lt;br /&gt;Sha: yeah, of course i know.&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: where? show me.&lt;br /&gt;Sha: the pain here lor (clutches left side of the abdomen)&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: you dodo your appendix is on the right side la!&lt;br /&gt;Sha: oh but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everybody has two appendixes what&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: WHAT? HAHAHA a person only has one appendix!&lt;br /&gt;Sha: oh. haha. er, joking la joking your reaction so strong for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another scenario.&lt;br /&gt;(sha's lying on the staircase like a dead corpse)&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: wah sha memorise the position you're in now.&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: once i get my slr (which is probably never), that will make a great picture!&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: and the lighting is awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;Sha: great picture? no way!&lt;br /&gt;Sha: i look like a dead body!&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: that's the point.&lt;br /&gt;Sha: what! you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, i was watching campus the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and i was so relieved that benjamin made it through to the final 4.&lt;br /&gt;eunice and i are on totally opposite ends, and she's rooting for shawn.&lt;br /&gt;honestly they both can sing but in a year or so (or maybe a month) his voice is going to break and it'll be very hard for him to be able to continue singing.&lt;br /&gt;and that will be very sad.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, benjamin sounds exactly like JJ lin and even my mum agrees that he seriously has the best voice. rlyz.&lt;br /&gt;so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eunice absolutely hates me right now because i spoiled her "secret" before she got the chance to find out about it for herself.&lt;br /&gt;(if you have no clue what i'm talking about, it's jay chou's new movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1449438769973304851?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1449438769973304851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1449438769973304851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1449438769973304851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1449438769973304851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-pretty-much-convinced-that-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7286972539644334760</id><published>2007-08-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:21:39.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLIMMER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tK5B0hf-WZE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tK5B0hf-WZE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Id0ET1ie3g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Id0ET1ie3g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha forced me to watch this.&lt;br /&gt;It actually isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Noah (Jacob Kreamer) is cute ;)&lt;br /&gt;But um, a very superficial and unpractical take on an internship in Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;"You thought school was tough, you ain't see nothing." UMMM????&lt;br /&gt;Based on that episode alone, "school" is damn slack if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DOES ANYBODY WANT TO GO TO JAPAN WITH ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably Mid-December ish!&lt;br /&gt;I AM FOR REAL (AKA SERIOUS)&lt;br /&gt;it would probably cost $1.5k on Airplane Tix (with SIA, of course) &amp; Accommodation alone. FOOD, TRANSPORT &amp;amp; SHOPPING COST NOT INCLUDED.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I want to go to Japan. As for NOW, it's only me myself I! (NO adults, but that is strictly tentative)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7286972539644334760?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7286972539644334760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7286972539644334760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7286972539644334760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7286972539644334760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/glimmer.html' title='GLIMMER!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-9041693951022897718</id><published>2007-08-09T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:53:02.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're unlucky</title><content type='html'>Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Did you see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;um no lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I watched the news from 9:00-10:25? But no I didn't see anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it was aft 1025 lah dodo./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hahhah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Omg rly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am so suay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I watch so long.. IN THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you can come my hse and watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;watch chu's news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;OH YOU RECORDED IT! YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i think shld have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;watch until the end okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;11pm? k, I watch at 1125 okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's at the really end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;watch frm 1120.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lol okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;safer for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but its really spas according to fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN: dieded says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Haha okay I'll look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;OH AND YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO I SAW ON THE NEWS (the one i was watching at 9pm i think) I saw Gordon!!! THE CUTEST AND SMARTEST BOY TO WALK ON THE FACE OF ROSYTH LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were talking about him being the representatives of all primary schools to be the one to recite the pledge, and how he was so honored and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And at first I was like, "I know this boy...."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Is this Gordon?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cannot be leh, Rosyth doesn't have blazer sets and it's MAROON in colour!" (the school colours are like blue and white, yeahh)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah maybe another person"&lt;br /&gt;(BTW THESE WERE ALL THOUGHTS K THOUGHTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*camera zooms out and shows him taking the pledge*&lt;br /&gt;*ROSYTH SCHOOL LOGO COMES FACEFRONT IN MY FACE*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OMG IT IS GORDON!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(that was outloud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Sha if he was like head/vice prefect now.&lt;br /&gt;And she was like, "Cannot be lah, he only P4 what!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nooo. He was P2 when I was like P6. Which means he's like P5 now?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "P5 can be vice already what!" (Um, school's system)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW so nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;He was such a sweet child then! Like honestly, he was smart and VERY polite and offer help if I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... I wonder if he's still the same now, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-9041693951022897718?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/9041693951022897718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=9041693951022897718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9041693951022897718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9041693951022897718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-youre-unlucky.html' title='when you&apos;re unlucky'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-6403844371620903989</id><published>2007-08-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:46:02.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life amazes you</title><content type='html'>Well it turned out that I was having difficulty breathing and (hence started wheezing) on Mon was because the air passage to my lungs decided to shrink in size.&lt;br /&gt;I was put on neubilization (sp? basically means that oxygen mask thingy) for a while to stabilize it. Kinda fun, smoke came out every time I exhaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an MC for Tuesday and Daddy wanted me to stay home.. but uh I decided to go to school. Because I wanted to. It's not exactly a smart idea to miss a day in school when you have subjects like Bio, Chem, Amaths and Geog. It's like suicide when you can actually move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS test was... um just wow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll do incredibly well or incredibly bad, lol. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was glad I stayed back in school because Something BIG! was on.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is much more entertaining than singing, ANY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;The group that performed OK GO was soso cute. And funnny.&lt;br /&gt;But only 2 teachers performed! ): Mr Soh and Mr Teng.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soh is just funny. (Both meanings intended) Honestly he puts a mike into his shirt pocket and then bends down to grab a tennis ball, thus causing the mike to DROP OUT, even when he had a volunteer beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very weird yet funny yet amazing yet OMGWHATTT day.&lt;br /&gt;National Day Celebrations was. Flat.&lt;br /&gt;Only the skit was kinda funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;They made up Japanese words using words like, "Wasabi and Sakae Sushi"&lt;br /&gt;Though one line was correct, lol. (Erm: げおとまて)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Fiona's bday in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Zenia completely fooled her into thinking I wasn't going to go and celebrate with her.&lt;br /&gt;I hid under a table. And all three of them (Fiona, Miyuki and Sophie) didn't actually realize that there was a person under the table lol.&lt;br /&gt;They got a shock haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then Fiona wanted to go to the arcade to play DDR.&lt;br /&gt;SHE PLAYED IT FOR 3 HOURS STRAIGHT AND SHE WANTED MORE.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec for dinner at Thai Express and then Gloria and Tabitha "conveniently" (we called them down) turned up and they made "Fiona Day!" with candles which did not light up because ESPLANADE has the strongest wind ever.&lt;br /&gt;The management was such a party pooper when we actually got it to stay lighted up and asked us to immediately BLOW IT OFF AND SCRAP OFF THE WAX.&lt;br /&gt;So we did as we were told, although very much unwillingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, Tabs had to leave urgently so Gloria and I were going to follow her to the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;However, Gloria had to go to the toilet urgently so Tabs left first.&lt;br /&gt;And when Gloria came out of the toilet, she realized she didn't pass Fiona the huge lollipop (her present) yet so we walked back to where they were (scraping off wax) only to be greeted at the sight of a newscaster and a cameraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I actually said, "I've seen you somewhere before" to her LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we're might be on tmr's news (channel U) and we think we might get into trouble with the school because Gloria was in uniform and allz.&lt;br /&gt;But we were PRO-SINGAPORE (aka patriotic) so hopefully NOTHING happens. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria and I then left (for real) and she told me the WHOLE story of Kite Runner... and it's a VERY depressing story. Rape (very nasty and sick rape) is an element of it and I think the author killed the story by killing off one of the main character without actually rectifying the whole "problem" of the story.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE DOOOOOD, A SON DOESN'T COVER ANYTHING! Yes I do agree the bloodlines and ties are the same, however I refuse to believe that they possess the same existence. Everyone leads different lives, even if Hassan's son does go through the same things his father did, he never had the same relationship as Hassan did with Admir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;NO SCH TMR YAY. A LOT OF BIO TO DO, NOOO ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2things:&lt;br /&gt;1) I spent the whole day today sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;2) I just found out my uncle works for A-Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-6403844371620903989?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/6403844371620903989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=6403844371620903989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6403844371620903989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6403844371620903989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-life-amazes-you.html' title='when life amazes you'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8018920951484969050</id><published>2007-08-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:07:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>praise God for sanity</title><content type='html'>there is only two days of school this week!!!!!!!!!!! (sorry for the excessive use of exclamation marks. and NO, Wednesday is not a school day. YOU SING SONGS ON WEDNESDAY, it's HARDLY CALLED A "SCHOOL" DAY)&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad, one day is already over! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that sucks in this WHOLE week is that, while it's a TWO day school week.... WE ACTUALLY STILL HAVE A TEST.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how in 2 days of (pathetic) studying, a test is able to solidify itself into our timetables.. oh man! (actually.. thinking about this now: we would have 2 tests if we suaysuay kenna MRT this week lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even mr soh gave up teaching this week :)&lt;br /&gt;HE GAVE US ENGLISH HOMEWORK TO DO DURING MATHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;we have to come up with taboo words for the sec 2s' project. (THAT WAS SPONSORED BY CITIBANK -i'm including this because it sounds like a big shot project when mr soh said it. though it's only a meagre sum of um, $500!)&lt;br /&gt;and the terms for the taboo were ALL SCIENTIFIC TERMS. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to study now.&lt;br /&gt;sri lanka &amp; northern ireland behold~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;ITS DAMNIT 11PM RIGHT NOW AND MY DAD WANTS TO SEND ME TO THE DOCTOR BECAUSE HE THINKS I HAVE PNEUMONIA.&lt;br /&gt;if i get it AGAIN (would be my third time) i may just die. how cool right.&lt;br /&gt;but i wish he would consider the extend of disturbing people and JUST LET ME SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;i want to attend school tmr, and if we go to the doctor i'll be home around 1am, EARLIEST.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like it's serious though, and it's not even VERY DAMN SURE i have it. so WHY CREATE SO MUCH TROUBLE!!! ugh ugh ugh ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4301936036745635384</id><published>2007-08-01T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:21:56.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a year.</title><content type='html'>legend:&lt;br /&gt;d -dude&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN -well it's honestly quite obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;dude , i owe you one present kay !&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;lol okay&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't passed you yours&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;since APRIL&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh 4 months hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;so sad.&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;i still have ?&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;yes you do&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;loLs .&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;meet up soon man !&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;it's sitting on my board in a bag.&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;huh ?&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;what izit ;SD&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;lol it's a most obvious present duh&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;think a while and you'll know what it is :)&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;clue ?&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;size ?&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;size - tiny&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;smaller than your fingernail&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;loLs , anw , what'd you like ?&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;fingernail ?!&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet that threw you off track MUHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;you liar laaaaaee .&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;erm no!&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;think lah, it's the truth ;)&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;what could be smaller than my fingernail ?&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;unless its a smaller fingernail .&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;lol rubbish&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;unless its just thoughts !&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;a card is bigger lorrrrrrr .&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;haha NO&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get you a card!&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;dhen wad .&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;erm figure it out yourself :D&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm .&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;1 more clue ?&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;look into the mirror and you'll see it.&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;NOSEDIRT ?!&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAH WTH WHAT DO YOU SEE MAN LOL&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;i din ssee&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;i just thought thats the think smaller than my fingernail&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;HAIR ?!&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;words ?&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;no and no!&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING ELSE .&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;izit solid ?&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;no, liquid -_-&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;DUH ITS SOLID.&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;seashell ?&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;a seashell is bigger than your fingernail&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;then waddd !&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;nice gift .&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;soft ?&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;haha you'll find out when you get it&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;no, quite hard actually.&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;keychain !&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT SMALLER THAN YOUR FINGERNAIL!!&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;earing !&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;YES YES !&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;O GOD FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;aye im smart .&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah after 100000000 tries&lt;br /&gt;d says:&lt;br /&gt;;P !&lt;br /&gt;ULINNN says:&lt;br /&gt;you did good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone for today! it's still the worst bday ever, but thank you to whoever who wished me. honestly i got birthday wishes from people i really didn't expect.. and even presents! most importantly, it is the thought that counts. that has never spoken so realistically to me until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel drew me a very beautiful picture of hitsu in wolf form. it's honestly so well done and colored and portrayed that i was flabbergasted. and she wrote a very loving note at the side which really left me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has been a train wreck. i believe i always use movement/transportation to emote how i feel. but it's honestly the truth.. and i don't know how else i can express myself.&lt;br /&gt;life was really dandy until 2-3 months ago. everything fell apart from there. but what lies amazing to me is that i'm still here fighting against the world. to be able to experience this opportunity and to grow, it's fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;however much i benefit at the end of the road obviously does not justify to the amount of pain we have to go through. i honestly hope 2007 changes for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to run, gotta settle dude's dirty work (like honestly i am the BAD PERSON IN EVERYTHING!). his 11pm drama, yeah totz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4301936036745635384?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4301936036745635384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=4301936036745635384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4301936036745635384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4301936036745635384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-year.html' title='what a year.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-893124975594250265</id><published>2007-07-31T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:49:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>printer's weird!</title><content type='html'>so we had to do a compulsory bonus mark assignment for SS.&lt;br /&gt;(if you've spotted the oxymoron like rachel has, good for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um i had no inspiration so i came up with this. (i shrunk the image so it looks rly bad -http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/2776/ssnationalday2007yg5.png if you must)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 351px;" src="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/2776/ssnationalday2007yg5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i printed it, it came out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8529/picture0017gn5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um yeah. (if you didn't notice, it's suddenly striped green now)&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the worst bday ever. let go, girl, let go.&lt;br /&gt;i have half a mind to not turn up in school because i'm sick. (haha i am always sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well i have an essay to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and all pictures are (already) removed. jess yu, you don't have to search my blog anymore, lol. (this includes teachers as well!)&lt;br /&gt;mr low had a very "serious" talk with us on writing nasty things and pictures and g&amp;amp;g relationships... well that was until he told us his dog had a blog (obvsly, he blogs in the perspective of his dog)&lt;br /&gt;ah mr low's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay til laterz,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-893124975594250265?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/893124975594250265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=893124975594250265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/893124975594250265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/893124975594250265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/printers-weird.html' title='printer&apos;s weird!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8652240540036522899</id><published>2007-07-26T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:01:46.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F. Nietzsche</title><content type='html'>Amaaaaazing philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;I love him very much, but I also hate him very much as well.&lt;br /&gt;It's a love-hate relationship :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a quote section on the blog, I originally had another idea.. but this will do for now.&lt;br /&gt;I love Nietzsche and Einstein's quotes. They're both Germans btw.&lt;br /&gt;*has a sudden fascination for the country* Germany seems to produce really awesome and talented people. Intelligent, and not to mention witty.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was a person of the past. Like past past. Before Hitler past.. because everything after Hitler just seems like craaap to me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a friday, and I wanted to celebrate the fact.. but there really isn't a cause to do so.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids weigh a tonne, and I want to sleep in so badly.&lt;br /&gt;But CAN I? NO. I think a, "Screw it!" is in session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is my birthday. I dread it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in school til 4pm on my birthday to take a (lousy) photo.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely cranky right now, so pardon the tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so uniform these days, no body dares to be different anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If you are different, you are a sore thumb/you suck.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why the hell I have to shut up and deal with so much nonsense especially when it all really doesn't MAKE SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's like agreeing with the idiot of the century, yet you can't do anything about it because if you did do something, you are deemed unfavorable by OH, say possibly the Gods of the Worlds. It's so silly that I really wanted to laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;But can I?, NO. Because if I do something now, and not shut my trap, I can say goodbye to my big fat paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance is in check for my mum, yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back with Addie today. She was awesome and she taught me Math. :)&lt;br /&gt;Honestly she taught me the whole of Chapter 3 (Trigo I) in like, 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;And I understood everything crystal clear. She's an awesome teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Addie deserves to top Maths in the level. For realz~&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my list of people who are awesome at teaching just doubled. Now I have: Hid, Eunice, Addie and Miyuki on it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, these people honestly have the flair for teaching. You CAN absorb what they teach, and it seems really awesome to go and clarify your doubts with them.&lt;br /&gt;This would sound stupid but I honestly didn't know that.. you could actually find your schoolmates for help sometimes. Lesson learnt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's amazing how much you can learn from a person.&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow even though this person is of an older age, he/she acts like a total kid.&lt;br /&gt;It's amaaazing how they become extremely petty and thus tries to humiliate you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought when you grow up you learn how to deal with things like these? Obviously, I thought wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was such a cynical post. Gbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-8652240540036522899?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/8652240540036522899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=8652240540036522899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8652240540036522899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8652240540036522899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/f-nietzsche.html' title='F. Nietzsche'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-6375994802188183261</id><published>2007-07-25T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:36:26.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never wake up at 2+am again!</title><content type='html'>Soo, this morning was an extremely violent roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say if I were really sitting on a roller coaster, I would have already fallen off due to the impact! To put it simply, IT WAS A HORRIBLE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started the night before. I wanted to take a (very short) nap to perk myself up into studying hard for BIO TEST (insert loud dramatic music)&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister to wake me up at 7.15pm&lt;br /&gt;She didn't, and I woke up at 8.15pm. At this point in time, my thoughts registered as, "SHIT!! 8.15pm not enough time to study!!" while my body said, "OMG FATIGUE FATIGUE, SLEEP SLEEP SLEEEEEEP".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I slept on.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up again at 10.15pm when Fiona called. I answered her Bio question half-asleep lol. ):&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what was the function of the Upper Epidermis and I answered her CORRECTLY, in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;At this time, my thoughts registered as, "BIO TEST BIO TEST BIO TEST BIO TEST BIO TEST" while my mind said, "SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"&lt;br /&gt;So I continued to sleep! And at this point, I kept dreaming about BIO TEST BIO TEST BIO TEST and how I was going to fail already and I got so irritated and annoyed in my sleep that I finally got fed up and GOT OUT OF BED AT 2+AM and said, "OKAY I GET IT I WILL STUDY FOR BIO TEST NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how irritated I was.&lt;br /&gt;(Btw my eyes were half closed and I was really going to collapse any moment)&lt;br /&gt;AND I FREAKING STUDIED(!)&lt;br /&gt;I think Mr Low has really driven this hardcore DIE DIE must study concept into us already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 4 seniors came up with this Charity event for the school, called "Something Big".&lt;br /&gt;Which I think is a really cool idea to get the students to donate money, because they have this section where a class/individual can pay money to get a teacher to perform on stage (to do whatever we want/etc)&lt;br /&gt;Andandand, there is this idea between 3/4 and 3/6 to pay either a dollar or 2 dollars each to get Mr Low up on stage. HAHAHHAHA. So the total amount would come up to $80 orrrr, $160? :P&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tey said she's priceless, so it's impossible to see her on stage. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons have been really funny. Huei Deen sucks at containing her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Even the teachers noticed! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;She has choked on her laughter while drinking water approx 6 times and our whole row practically laughs at EVERYTHING(!)&lt;br /&gt;Every. Single. Freaking. Thing!&lt;br /&gt;Yu Lin is naturally "wu liao" (as said by Huei Deen) with her jokes, and Eunice &amp; Yu Lin can get a bit sick with their jokes (E.G SOMETHING BIG)&lt;br /&gt;...And and and they were talking about G-Strings and laughing their heads off, and when I asked them if they knew what a G-String was, THEY SAID THEY DONO. HAHAHAHAHA, so they were completely laughing at something they had no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked them the Miyuki question, if they knew what a Thong was.. and they all didn't know. HAHAHA, only Rachel &amp;amp; Becca knew but that's because they read the newspapers everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY AND AMATHS ARE CALLING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to do a debate for History. AND I AM PRO HITLER.&lt;br /&gt;Omg how do I fight for him in terms of political murder? It's almost an impossible case, if I'm going to compare him to Josef Stalin and Hideki Tojo! I wish I was like PRO TOJO now. Dangggit. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-6375994802188183261?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/6375994802188183261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=6375994802188183261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6375994802188183261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6375994802188183261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-will-never-wake-up-at-2am-again.html' title='I will never wake up at 2+am again!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-5707774985460055084</id><published>2007-07-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:45:02.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atrocities of the mind</title><content type='html'>This week has been so painful to go through.&lt;br /&gt;It's finally over, I'm allowed to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;"She got hurt today, she wouldn't come back."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; took over, she almost lost her control."&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust does not exist, and I don't want to write a page long essay on why it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;At least it doesn't exist within humans to humans. The only person I trust is God, because He will not betray you.&lt;br /&gt;When you are alone, and you realize that even when it seems like you have so much, you have so little (or really, NONE), God becomes real and He lets you cry.&lt;br /&gt;He becomes the person who tells me, "It's okay, let it all out for I will always be by you"&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for an actual human to utter those words, gullible is what you call this to be.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bestie for trying, for at least attempting to understand. And for not questioning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot walk right now, my feet are covered in blisters.&lt;br /&gt;Not small itsy ones, but like big-huge patches one. They hurt ):&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could walk to my bed right now, but I think I might have to crawl there. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has just been an emotional roller coaster ride. I've expected it to become like this.&lt;br /&gt;To discover MORE tragic horror stories of the past, to SEE what atrocities our former selves have committed, I really wished people would stop being so naive.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee was talking about the Nanjing Massacre during History on Wednesday. It is honestly SO bloody sad. I love Japan and all, but STILL.&lt;br /&gt;I don't love the Japanese military, that's fo'surez.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the agony, the amount of loss MILLIONS of people had to endure during that time, not just the physical pain, but the emotional scars.&lt;br /&gt;Like it was once said, "War causes pain not to the dead but to the living."&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the offenders die because they have committed crime against humanity. And how do they die? By hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the civilians, who had their intestines cut out, left to die BLEEDING, women with their breasts SLICED OFF, officers holding contests to determine WHO CUTS THE MOST HEADS OFF PER MINUTE, feeling YOUR SKIN BURNT ALIVE........... imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel so much about this, but I really don't want to go "into" it. I might never stop at the amount of disgust and pain this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. I did find a picture of decapitated heads from the Massacre, but I am obviously NOT going to post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During SS, we also listened to the Zombie Song by the Cranberries.&lt;br /&gt;It has an inspiring message behind, TO STOP ALL THE CONFLICT, ALL THE PAIN... to wake up and SEE that some people really don't deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=HJEySrDerj0 Please watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No funny conversations this week, because of the amount of sadness there was.&lt;br /&gt;I only remember one of daring Miyuki to ask her mum/dad/Mr Low/Miss Chan/Mrs Rao what a "Thong" was. Um she really doesn't know what it is and we advised her to check it up the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;She guessed that it was a... (um really gross stuff like you know, YOUR BODY PARTS) and when they (shall be left ambiguous for now as you know, they're impt people) said, "WE DONT HAVE IT" she went on to guess the male anatomy LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And finaaallly, they kinda made it really obvious and she said, "OH I KNOW ALR! It's a C*****" and they kept laughing until their tummies hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, WE TOLD HER NOT TO LOOK FOR IT ON THE INTERNET. (we're not stupid friends you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. 12 days to the worst bday count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-5707774985460055084?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/5707774985460055084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=5707774985460055084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5707774985460055084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5707774985460055084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/atrocities-of-mind.html' title='atrocities of the mind'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7253225478279500352</id><published>2007-07-18T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:39:48.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope belongs in the abyss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality is here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare believe in hope because it's a jinx.&lt;br /&gt;If it comes, I'm glad. If it doesn't, I WILL LIVE WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 WEEKS TO THE WORST BDAY EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Lord please stay with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7253225478279500352?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7253225478279500352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7253225478279500352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7253225478279500352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7253225478279500352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hope-belongs-in-abyss-reality-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1598919603579699775</id><published>2007-07-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:09:38.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday says goodbye</title><content type='html'>THE DRIVING LAW ISN'T A HOAX! (absolute tragedy)&lt;br /&gt;I asked korkor Navin &amp;amp; Uncle Anand, and they said that it has already been in the talks (in parliament) to increase the age to 21 for 2 years and going!&lt;br /&gt;I SRSLY HOPE WE DONT MISS THE LAST BATCH OR SOMETHING. I would be so mad and annoyed. Korkor said it's no big deal, "just wait 3 more years".&lt;br /&gt;Ugh that's because he already (almost) has his license! Lucky buggger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out today that apparently one of my Aunts is a teacher at ACS(I).&lt;br /&gt;Haha I am so slow sometimes. She told me it's VERY EASY TO GET A1 for English.&lt;br /&gt;"You just have to get a 18/20 for Orals and you are SET!"&lt;br /&gt;I told her that 3/4 of my cohort failed Mid Years and she said the bell-curve would be very inconsistent and the school would probably have to review it amongst the level meeting and possibly moderate, "because a bell-curve has to have most passes, not failures!"&lt;br /&gt;UM OK. I really need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy plans to send Sha to SOTA.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not only weird and unfair, because:&lt;br /&gt;1) She really has no interest for the Arts&lt;br /&gt;2) She doesn't want to go there&lt;br /&gt;3) She thinks it's going to be another failure like the Sports School&lt;br /&gt;I feeel kinda disappointed that I'm not even being considered (by my parents)... possibly because I'm the older one of the lot and would hence have to be the one who is the successful one. I know my parents have always wanted me to be the one who excelled, but clearly I am not.&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would want to go to SOTA. That would be in my dreams though, because realistically speaking: it's not a stable career and it would not provide a source of income in the future. So either way, Double Pure sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's left. I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;Family's in a mess. I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the saddest birthday ever. 17 more days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, it's going to be Monday again. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1598919603579699775?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1598919603579699775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1598919603579699775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1598919603579699775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1598919603579699775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-says-goodbye.html' title='Sunday says goodbye'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1479789372901303630</id><published>2007-07-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:37:14.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THOZ.</title><content type='html'>Kdramas are so bad. I've been struck twice with them, seemingly awesome in the beginning (I absolutely agree) and it gets really gooood til this ONE part and then everything crashes and explodes like a time bomb. :(&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stick with my classics for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also desperately need my brain to register that I have an Amaths test on Logarithms and SURDS (omg pure horror) and I'm not even fully sure if I've mastered the topic yet.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely refuse to let myself commit another mistake like the one I did in Emath!&lt;br /&gt;Marks somehow mean A LOT to me now. I don't know, I've grown up. They count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, I find it very painful that people I know (bright, smart, intelligent) who possess talent to excel to extensive heights to want to STOP and settle down into a very unrewarding (in terms of pay) career.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's even enough to cover a life's worth of plans and debts!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not mentioning the profession because I think there are some people of that particular profession who actually reads my blog, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF has changed. Work has done a lot to a person. I want to safely assume that it seems like it has matured a person's outlook. Money doesn't drop from the sky (we all know that clearly), and the only reason why I want my big fat paycheck in the future is pretty clear to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember something Mrs Lo once said:&lt;br /&gt;"If you are lucky, you will get the job you love. If you're not, you better learn to love the job you have."&lt;br /&gt;Something I find strangely true in this context, and lately I've been thinking about MY future. Is it bleak? Or is it colourful? I honestly don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So many options to consider, so little time. What hurts more is that I can't question myself or people because no one wants to SPEAK. You know the feeling you get when you have some much to ask, so much to say... yet you don't even know WHERE TO BEGIN? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it uncanny how people of such cool and subtle attitude can actually let something else in their life control them.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AMAZING, really. and it actually gets pretty funny when you are able to witness it. It speaks a lot about a person's true character.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I will ever be wrong with this. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til laterz,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1479789372901303630?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1479789372901303630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1479789372901303630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1479789372901303630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1479789372901303630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoz.html' title='THOZ.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-311798460324450454</id><published>2007-07-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T23:49:33.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>I GOT MY ROOM BACK!! Yay I'm really glad :D&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the use of my mouse and my table (:&lt;br /&gt;However, I still don't know where I'm sleeping at today, Mummy doesn't want me to sleep on the bed before the sheets are washed. Doesn't this just say a lot. Yes I think it does, greatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's taking a break from work now.&lt;br /&gt;So he's not travelling in the next week or so, which is really good considering that Mummy's travelling the whole of NEXT week again(!) And that meant that we would have to go to school.. alone, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn 18 sosobad. For one reason onlyyy: TO GET MY DAMN DRIVING LICENSE!&lt;br /&gt;And then I can do whatever I wanted, honestly. Driving is (almost) essential. Rly.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been telling me that the Government has increased the minimum age for driving to 21, starting with the brand new batch NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;UM....... UNFAIR(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I told my parents about it, but they said there was no logical explanation for it to happen, moreover they had not heard ANYTHING about such a new implementation, and if were to occur, there would be another major Parliament debate (because Singaporeans really can't shut up).&lt;br /&gt;I tried searching it, but to NO AVAIL. It's like this rule doesn't exist, except for the fact of the use of the WORD OF MOUTH. So, this leads me to wonder: IS THIS A HOAX? or.. dare I say it: a rumor?&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU KNOW ITS REAL AND WOULD LOVE TO PROVE ME WRONG PLEASE PROVIDE ME A LINK/ARTICLE/MORE INFO ON THIS (tag me!/talk to me!/msn me!/uh whatever rly.)&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly, TWENTY-ONE? It's like waiting for the cows to come home. Sha said the only reason she could think of was that it was because there was AN INCREASE IN DRUNK-DRIVING. Which is (if it's true) just so typical of older people to stereotype youths to be drunkens with no sense of morals. Yeah I get it perfectly. We just all love alcohol. *boooze*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-311798460324450454?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/311798460324450454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=311798460324450454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/311798460324450454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/311798460324450454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2953393372551000644</id><published>2007-07-12T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:48:48.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A penny for your thoughts</title><content type='html'>The week has been long and tiring, but it's ALMOST over!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday, and I love Fridays because it is the MOST RELAXED day in the whole entire week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying on my mum's bed now, because I don't have an actual floor or table to go to.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS OMGZ. Why does my room have to be the room that (random) people sleep in?!&lt;br /&gt;I srsly don't understand it AT ALL. And it's NOT convenient at all, because ALL MY CLOTHES &amp; stuff are in my room!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't use my laptop anywhere else at home because the tables in the dining and living room are MADE OUT OF GLASSSSS! this means that optical mouse doesn't work on it.&lt;br /&gt;I neeeed a mouse. I work and practically live with one. It's been very painful to not have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is all my dad's fault, because HE JUST HAD TO BRING HIS COLLEAGUE BACK TO SINGAPORE AGAIN, right!&lt;br /&gt;Even when Mummy told him NOT to, since the previous time we'd already felt it was not a good or SMART option, but clearly -daddy doesn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now there's a BBQ going on in the backyard. On a friggging SCHOOL night.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to curse right now, but I have to opt for being understanding. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I had to rant, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very emotional day at school, not just because we were given the chance to look much deeper into our classmates' lives, but also because I did something I never thought would be so difficult, and left myself feeling very overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Arlene &amp;amp; Grace D. are awesome people to talk to. (:&lt;br /&gt;It has dawned upon me that everybody lives with struggles.. be it little or infinite.&lt;br /&gt;ANDANDAND!, while some people struggle with it openly, others hide it into the deepest corner of their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;It's painful to watch as a by-stander, but I do understand the raw feeling of pain. I just hope when the time comes, I'll learn to smile faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Life is just a ball of confusion sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Life's a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha that was quite a statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ALREADY LOST 6 MARKS IN MY EMATH PAPER! ):&lt;br /&gt;Just because I AM A CARELESS NUT OMGZ.&lt;br /&gt;There were people who stared at the LAST question for 10-15mins, thinking HOW THE HECK THEY SHOULD FIND THE DAMNN ANSWER, and I had 5 mins left (to do it) and I KNEW HOW TO DO IT WITH ONE LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;I want to kill me. I honestly DOO! I've been beating myself up because I MIXED UP MY STUPID TOA CAH SOH IN A MOMENT OF FOLLLLLY.&lt;br /&gt;*):*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, WHAT ELSE IS NEW, right?&lt;br /&gt;It's never been harder to want someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;All I remember about the week is that I flunked my Chinese test (I had NO idea what i was reading, and from what I heard: only 6 people passed lol), I slept at 12 midnight on multiple days (one of them being THANKS to FEDERER, who took approximately 3 hours to win the damn Wimbledon title) and uh having Long Long days and waking up feeling very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, a few terribly planned wake-up calls. Ugh ):&lt; MORE DRAMA IS TO COME!&lt;br /&gt;What's it to be called? The JUJU (for july) Drama? We need more options, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til laterz,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2953393372551000644?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2953393372551000644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2953393372551000644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2953393372551000644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2953393372551000644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/penny-for-your-thoughts.html' title='A penny for your thoughts'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1703892760814040979</id><published>2007-07-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:43:48.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you think about how you die,</title><content type='html'>How do you think you would actually leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sidetrack a bit and say that I'm currently listening to this very sad yet soothing melody at (some) website.&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset because I can't download or find out the name of the song.&lt;br /&gt;But it's really sad.. yet it gives me a feeling of warmth. I wish I knew the title of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Hidayah, and I realized that I would most probably die of disease, if I'm not killed beforehand. She got really mad at me. (Sorrry hid♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4am yesterday, after watching BEP perform at Wembley.&lt;br /&gt;I was shaken awake (pretty much yelled) at 10am to wake up because it was "SO incredibly late". I figured everyone else didn't have to know that I slept at 4.&lt;br /&gt;The day has been so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow. I honestly don't even want to go back to it. :(&lt;br /&gt;I feel REALLLLY depressed right now. It's probably because of the song I'm listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a lorry ride with my 2 cousins today.&lt;br /&gt;We took a far and long ride all the way to Punggol, passing a few landmarks which I can't seem to remember, and OH YEAH, schools! I think we passed by Greenville Sec &amp;amp; uh Punggol Sec.&lt;br /&gt;It was soothing, and there were many Kodak moments. But I didn't have a camera with me, so. ): The sky is wondrous, it's filled with emotion for us to interpret.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the sky, staring at the clouds, and letting (disgusting) grim run through my bed-hair. And it was an amazing feeling. I felt like I could just get lost in its vastness.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to Punggol Beach, and opposite us was just factories lined up in a line, and you could see the AMOUNT of pollution that was released into the air.&lt;br /&gt;It's disheartening, especially since it's still LIVE EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip sucked when we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to spook my cousins out, so I told them about the haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;And my uncle even drove us pass it, TO SHOW IT TO THEM...&lt;br /&gt;and they wouldn't leave me alone after.&lt;br /&gt;Children aged 3 to 9 are still annoying. My perception of them really doesn't change. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til laterz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved my sister's butt at 12:42am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm STILL UP BECAUSE FEDERER CAN'T DECIDE IF HE WANTS TO WIMBLEDON FIVE TIMES IN A ROW OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Friiiiging hell. 2 sets each, 5th set now.&lt;br /&gt;I AM ANNNOOYED. Nadal is playing really well, Federer wake up for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is tired and cranky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1703892760814040979?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1703892760814040979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1703892760814040979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1703892760814040979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1703892760814040979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-think-about-how-you-die.html' title='When you think about how you die,'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-3320595211573495412</id><published>2007-07-07T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:23:37.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE EARTH</title><content type='html'>My head feels like it is going to split. It's a really sharp pain at my right temple and whenever I get up to walk it hurts like hell. My vision becomes woozy and I feel like I might just collapse on the spot. :(&lt;br /&gt;PANADOL DIDN'T WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this Saturday afternoon was spent with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;We were watching of the usual Korean Dramas, and my mum looves Korean Dramas.&lt;br /&gt;She has cried in (almost) every single 加油金顺！episode there is. Even when it's not sad or touching AT ALL. She just cries. And we'd go, "Mummy, it's not that sad you know..."&lt;br /&gt;So, we were watching Stained Glass today and it is positively the most gag-worthy dramatic display of a extremely desperate man.&lt;br /&gt;Half the time I didn't get WHY THEY ALL LIKED THE GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Ma! She's not pretty at all!" (&amp; she wasn't sweet at all.) Sorry, just being realistic here.&lt;br /&gt;And the side/rival guy was being SOSOSO MEAN. And not to mention pathetic! He would not let the girl meet with the main lead without HAVING TO APPEAR.&lt;br /&gt;Irrrrrritating bugger.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got fed up and told my mum, "I'm not watching this stupid show anymore!" and left. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIMBLEDON LADIES FINALS! were on just now.&lt;br /&gt;Venus Williams won Marion Bartoli 6-4 6-1 :D&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy! Since I was quite upset it wasn't like a Henin-Williams finals and all.&lt;br /&gt;But Venus has seriously improved on grass! She was really good, and her serve is stunning :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/75259588.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF19386C898F95CD56793C327595AB7F2AD22" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR HERRRZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I remember I was watching another match, er Serena Williams vs (some player) at 1am at night because I couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And it was tie-breaker during the 2nd set, and Serena had already won the first set.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was watching and thinking, "Why isn't she running to the ball at all?"&lt;br /&gt;And everyone in the court was like, "GOOO SERENAAA!" I was clearly confused until the camera went all LR and then you got to see this HUGE (clearly it was MASSSIVE ok!) bandage on her whole calf and she was LIMPING around.&lt;br /&gt;She was down 2-4 then.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; everyone was being so supportive and saying, "Don't give up Serena!" andd, "You can do it Serena!" &amp;amp; all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESSSSS WHAT(!)&lt;br /&gt;......................................................... IT FREAKING RAINED AND PLAY WAS SUSPENDED LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was cheering for the rain! (lol ironic isn't it)&lt;br /&gt;But yesss. God was awesome then. She later won that match but was knocked out by Henin in the QF. (STILL VERY ANNOYED THAT HENIN LOSTTTTT AHH WHYZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Federer vs Nadal final tomorrow. I think everyone already knows who's going to be €1million richer. (fat clue: his name starts with an R) (oh God i just realized both of their names start with an R, gee so helpful right!) HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;DJOKOVIC WITHDREW! ): ): ): ): I wanted him in the finals. It would have been much more interesting to watch, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, til laterz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today is 07/07/07 a.k.a LIVE EARTH DAY.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wear Green, boooo. ): I had the intention too, but I was stuck home all day long (because I was sick). And I don't have green t-shirts. So. 2 and 2 didn't add up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol is playing now.&lt;br /&gt;LONDON CONCERT IS ON CHANNEL 5 NOWW. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney and Japan's concerts are already overr!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really like the Sydney concert, except for the singer who sang the Chris Angel's theme song.&lt;br /&gt;JAPAN'S CONCERT WAS SOSOSOSOSOSO disappointing. SO!&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park &amp;amp; Rhianna played in the Tokyo concert. (very weird)&lt;br /&gt;LP played Meteora songs (which are at least 6 years old) and Rhianna was like weird, because people didn't know her well.&lt;br /&gt;And FAMOUS Japanese singers and bands like Ayumi Hamasaki, Utada Hikaru, UVERWorld, Gazette or Gackt were not present. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cause was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that the US Government has spent 400 billion dollars on something like the IRAQ War, that has caused so much pain and hurt amongst many citizens in both the U.S and the Middle East is JUST RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are people who threaten humanity, there are people who won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;However there are actions to consider, people to think about, and factors that need to be kept constant. FOR EVERY ACTION THERE IS A REACTION. I believe this has been stressed many many times.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself as a U.S citizen knowing your loved one is going to perish in something as trivial as being shot by a loaded machine gun in his own tank because a passing branch triggered it. HOW WOULD HIS DEATH BE OF ANY SIGNIFICANCE?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure these numbers aren't that low. Every life COUNTS.&lt;br /&gt;The people who live at Alaska who NEED relocation due to global warming and increase sea levels are PEOPLE too. Yet no actual amount of money has been given to them yet. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, do support the cause. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-3320595211573495412?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/3320595211573495412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=3320595211573495412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3320595211573495412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3320595211573495412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/wimbledon-ladies-finals.html' title='LIVE EARTH'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2637601232868372160</id><published>2007-07-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:54:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, save her</title><content type='html'>Watch over her, and heal her pain. Her life was for You, and for us.&lt;br /&gt;It's the time where You test her faith, Our faith.&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord, grant us the serenity to accept the things we can't change, and the wisdom to know when we can.&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy over tragedy, I know Lord.&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches every time she sighs, every times she cries to herself in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please heal her Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick as hell. What an impeccable timing, especially since I really don't have the luxury to fall sick right now.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is an epidemic in class, a lot of people have caught some bug with fever and a REALLY BAD COLD. Me included.&lt;br /&gt;And this really sucks, especially when deadlines need to be met, promises have to be kept and requirements are there to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;I know today was a Friday, which consists of only four subjects (Bio, SS, MT &amp;amp; Eng), but that is NOT just what makes up my Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WISHED I WASN'T SICK. Ugh heal faster body, heal heal heal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drank so much water in the past 24 hours, I think I could actually rival that amount with the amount of water I drink in a MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT DRINK WATER, and my max is usually like a cup per day. Or less. (This ought to frighten you a bit)&lt;br /&gt;My throat is parched. I need MORE water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so weak. I hate feeling weak + disabled.&lt;br /&gt;And this stupid headache that never goes away. Or the fact that my breathing and eyelids feel so hot. This annoys me(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want want want to change the background (of the blog) to something else, but I don't know what exactly. A lot of people have told me it's close to impossible to read what I type. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at most of the (very) recent photo-ads for Fashion photography, and none of them have quite inspired me to actually make a new blogskin yet.&lt;br /&gt;And this irritates me YET AGAIN, because whenever I feel the urge to write something down and I think about how it's going to appear, I can't help but click the "X" button on my browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I really don't know what else I should write about. There is something I want to write... but I feel that there is no need with writing it (here). Unfortunately, I do know a lot of people who I really didn't think would read my blog actually reads it... and I just feel insecure sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Charmed is entertaining! (I know, very random I might say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. Darker Ulindra nearly came out while being sick.&lt;br /&gt;It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til laterz,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2637601232868372160?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2637601232868372160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2637601232868372160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2637601232868372160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2637601232868372160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-save-her.html' title='God, save her'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2172338821103793677</id><published>2007-07-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:43:44.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4am in the dawn</title><content type='html'>Belinda refuses to believe me. She assumes perverts do NOT sleep.&lt;br /&gt;HEYZ~! Her brother/parents didn't allow her to go jogging at 12 midnight (LOL inviting trouble!), and she was complaining, and I told her, "12mn -got pervert; 4am -pervert sleeping" and she said I was talking rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE TRUTH!!! Anyway she's mad, she jogs everyday and then complains about the muscle cramp(s) the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have been long and tiring. The lessons are monotonous, and time trickles by, drop by drop.&lt;br /&gt;It's a nerve-wrecking experience, really. Especially when you get shaken awake at 4+ in the morning because Popo's paranoid. :(&lt;br /&gt;(e.g. This morning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Mummy's coming home tonight (or well, soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best Mole Concept tutor everrr! Yay for Eunice, really!&lt;br /&gt;She's awesome at explaining, and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;Empirical formula is ownED (when it's really just cheeeeken feeet)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Thank God we have a patient teacher like Miss Lee, who doesn't mind repeating MANY MANY times to the (very) lost us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to keep meeting people who are good at teaching. So far I know two: Eunice &amp;amp; Hidayah!&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this year, I hope the list piles up. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is really fun as well. All we've done the past week or so was NEWSWEEK.&lt;br /&gt;And this led to a very (startling?) revelation: Huei Deen doesn't know who Angelina Jolie is. Neither does she know who Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise or Arnold Schwarzenegger is. It's almost positively a crime.&lt;br /&gt;So now, everyday we have, "the best question of the day" in our area. It's damn funny :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha: But at least you do know who Britney Spears is right?&lt;br /&gt;Huei Deen: Er, I've heard before I think.&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha: :O&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: YOU DON'T KNOW WHO BRITNEY SPEARS IS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me, "I know who Jack Neo is. Eh I bet Tabitha doesn't know who's that! Ask her ask her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tabs, do you know who Jack Neo is?&lt;br /&gt;Huei Deen: I bet you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha: Yeah of course I know. He's quite famous in Singapore what&lt;br /&gt;Huei Deen: :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA and when we told Mrs Tay, she was like, "Girls you will have to educate her on this. Only you guys can help her with these things." (but of course she had that :O look on her first!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fantasizing about my trip to the States!&lt;br /&gt;I've already decided that I'm going to highlight my hair some radical colour before I leave. HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Til laterz,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2172338821103793677?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2172338821103793677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2172338821103793677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2172338821103793677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2172338821103793677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/4am-in-dawn.html' title='4am in the dawn'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-6655977112677352878</id><published>2007-07-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:17:37.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay is wondrous</title><content type='html'>Free time is AWESOME, I don't know how people can dislike it :D&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we have school 5/7 of the week, and the only time left (2/7) is mainly occupied! But I'm still glad that I had a 3 day break.&lt;br /&gt;The first week of school wasn't easy at all! But it was very fun, I suppose. x)&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can only expect MORE to come... (I would love to include a sigh here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make mini-Clay items&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I saw a few pictures of them while lurking on DA and I nearly squealed! They're really cute ♥&lt;br /&gt;I'll need clay and glaze for the basics, and maybe a few more things if I want to really go into it. It cultivates patience, something I obviously am minimal with.&lt;br /&gt;Here are Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 155px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/161/d/7/Doughnuts_by_polymer_clay.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts! Something we obviously NEED to have more widely available in Singapore 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/166/2/9/Strawberry_Waffles_by_polymer_clay.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Waffles! I like the ones with maple syrup and butter more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/129/d/7/Polymer_Clay_Chocolate_Dessert_by_polymer_clay.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAKE!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arlene cursed me when I showed these to her lol. At first, I didn't tell her it was clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; -shows picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; BLOODY HELL  YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; WHY YOU SHOW ME  FOOOOOOOOOD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; WHYYYYYYYYYY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; APPRECIATE LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; THEN I'LL TELL YOU WHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; I JUST CAME BACK  HOME FROM RUNNING+TENNIS ABOUT 45MIN AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; SOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; PLS DON'T RUIN  MY LOSING-OF-WEIGHT-PLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *ruins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; oh shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; now i really feel like eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; anw, it's made out of clay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her: &lt;/span&gt;Oh clay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12 midnight and I'm NOT asleep! I'm seriously just out to ruin my whole week k :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FINAL NOTE! (OF THE DAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed my tagboard, and it's replaced with a link that says, "Leave a comment". Click and you'll be brought to a page where you can leave a REAL comment.&lt;br /&gt;Just a note, &amp;amp; I welcome everyone! 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-6655977112677352878?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/6655977112677352878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=6655977112677352878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6655977112677352878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6655977112677352878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/07/clay-is-wondrous.html' title='Clay is wondrous'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8913605023457195735</id><published>2007-06-29T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:54:39.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE WORLD IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(insert vulgarity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;CORRUPTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel SO MUCH PAIN for my mum. Why does she have to go through this?&lt;br /&gt;To me, my mum is THE single strongest person ALIVE. I'm not even kidding with this.&lt;br /&gt;She has struggled so much to live, and even when she does, SHE ISN'T EVEN ALLOWED TO BREATHE. If I were her I would have given up on a lot of things very much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since young, I have been her punching bag. I know what pains her, and I know she's at the verge sometimes. Yet she HANGS in there because SHE BELIEVES EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY AT THE END OF THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;To deal with the amount of bullshit she faces every single day is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Even now when God has given her this chance to breathe, she is struggling with everything she has to do to achieve this freedom. I hurt for her so much that I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will definitely be successful, because she deserves to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE SHOULD BE RESTRICTED FROM BREATHING. I have 3 goals I want to achieve in my life. I WILL COMPLETE THEM, because I don't want anyone I love to suffer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop the crying now. Because after tears there is a definite hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much brighter note today:&lt;br /&gt;Gloria told Fiona and I that my essay was up outside the General Office! OMG we had a heart attack okay! I feel moderately embarrassed because the way I actually write now can never compare to what I wrote before. IF ANYONE SAW IT I WOULD JUST COVER MY FACE IN EMBARRASSMENT.&lt;br /&gt;And they CUT off my essay. It was only half of it, and.. it just seems really weird. (No ending!)&lt;br /&gt;Gloria was shocked that we didn't actually realize it... since it had already been there for like a week. HAHAHAHA *laughs at my own stupidity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WENT TO JERLYNN'S BIGASS HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;Omg it was SO SOSSOSOSOO grand.&lt;br /&gt;There are pictures, but I'm not in the mood to upload them now (I think that's pretty obvious)&lt;br /&gt;But poor Jer! She has to walk up this CRAZY steep slope (it's like 75 degrees acceleration) everyday from the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;And it's IMPOSSIBLE to cycle up/down. YOU WILL DIE (like literally, it's IMPOSSIBLE to break!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest conversation of the day!:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gloria: &lt;/span&gt;You know Sarah and I want to be Sri Lankan to  join the Tamil Tigers and Sarah is going to be the leader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Tabitha's Sri Lankan what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gloria:&lt;/span&gt; EH TABITHA YOU'RE SRI LANKAN?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tabitha:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gloria:&lt;/span&gt; THEN DO YOU KNOW THE TAMIL TIGERS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tabitha:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah they're like my best friends right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL we couldn't stop laughing hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-8913605023457195735?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/8913605023457195735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=8913605023457195735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8913605023457195735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8913605023457195735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/06/resolution.html' title='A resolution'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7634840401705259153</id><published>2007-06-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:24:37.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitressing is fun!</title><content type='html'>I was dreading today and it's activities, partially because today was going to be SUCH A LONG DAY! Starting at approximately 7am in the morning. SHARP. And possibly even earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had both languages BEFORE recess, and for English we read the article on Angelina Jolie. English teacher then gave us a question to ponder. "In your opinion, what impact do you think Angelina Jolie's work have based on her status?", which is honestly a GOOD question, considering that today's Hollywood and its paparazzi inhabitants are just full of BULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's society, a good and charitable act can NO LONGER be seen for what it was presented to be. instead, given the scheming and cynical creatures we are (or rather, hollywood is), this is merely just a publicity stunt to earn Fans for a higher rating in their next blockbuster hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say, what truly defines and denotes that line? Honestly, my answer would be: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say Angie's actions are truly raw and real, and that she really wants to help the needy because she feels the NEED to do so... hollywood would never accept that. (i'm thinking on the lines of even if she decides to give up her kidney one day for a kid dying of kidney failure or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WORLD IS CYNICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we're not evolving into any greater form now, we're just destroying ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on a lighter note, we did CIP today!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, for like uh 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously a waste of productive time, especially when they could have seen so much more!&lt;br /&gt;Helped out with distribution of food during their break, and Michelle's old lady was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;But waitressing itself is actually fun, because when you're so busy, you lose yourself in your threshold of thoughts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch some sleep, tomorrow school lets out 1/2hr early! Yay yay yay ♥&lt;br /&gt;And OMG it's FRIDAY(!) TGIF indeeeed.&lt;br /&gt;Arlene thinks i'm a nut because i don't want to sleep because i'd feel like i'm lacking something. Ah I LOVE HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7634840401705259153?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7634840401705259153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7634840401705259153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7634840401705259153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7634840401705259153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/06/waitressing-is-fun.html' title='Waitressing is fun!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4627470660775724562</id><published>2007-06-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:24:37.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Persecution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Nazi Germany, 1933-1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Persecution of the Jews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRAPHIC IMAGES AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Please don't scroll down if you don't want to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I have already warned you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d5/Buchenwald-bei-Weimar-am-24-April-1945.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d5/Buchenwald-bei-Weimar-am-24-April-1945.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/3/3e/Einsatzgruppen-Killingfull.jpg/406px-Einsatzgruppen-Killingfull.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You literally say goodbye to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entitled, "The last Jew in Vinnista"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c8/Deadparagermany.jpg/772px-Deadparagermany.jpg" height="310" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We live to fight, we fight to live"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German parachutists lie dead in a cart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HOLOCAUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/bb/GermanPoliceTormentingJew.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"You have no right to live"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life was a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/84/Rows_of_bodies_of_dead_inmates_fill_the_yard_of_Lager_Nordhausen%2C_a_Gestapo_concentration_camp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you see lying down in this picture is a dead corpse.&lt;br /&gt;They have NO faces, and NO identity. You are nothing but a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a4/Holocaust123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were more pictures to show what a tragedy this was. There probably IS MORE (on the web), but I am too lazy to dig them up, especially since I'm supposed to be sleeping NOW, not looking at tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;Hitler is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; worst. However, I do see how he reigned, especially from the standpoint of a German then. (Life was tough, the world is CRUEL/unfair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P to all souls involved, the 6 million Jews who perished in that dreadful time, and the 5 million civilians who really didn't deserve this. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is such a wondrous thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4627470660775724562?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4627470660775724562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=4627470660775724562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4627470660775724562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4627470660775724562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/06/persecution.html' title='Persecution'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-6086305521413376599</id><published>2007-06-26T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:01:24.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><title type='text'>Personal IDNA</title><content type='html'>http://www.personaldna.com/&lt;br /&gt;It's a personality test, however it's not like any of your other crappy websites that give you inaccurate quizzes with limited results.&lt;br /&gt;These are seriously not bad lol, it's very detailed and it is pretty accurate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 class="youare youareh"&gt;   You are an &lt;em&gt;Attentive Realist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="youare youareh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;                                                              You are a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="yourea"&gt;Realist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table style="width: 372px; height: 812px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your attention to detail, appreciation of how things function, and awareness of the world around you make you a REALIST. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Routines are reassuring to you—you feel safer and more at ease when sticking with familiar things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You like to stay close with those around you, seeking comfort from familiar faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You are interested in processes—how things work, what they do, and why—not just how things look. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sometimes you doubt that you can find solutions to problems, although you have a good sense of why things happen, and can use that knowledge to find the best way to do something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You are down to earth, concerned more with practical, detail-oriented things than with dreamy or ambiguous ideas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You have a good sense of your abilities and weaknesses, and don't let your ego get in your way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;You prefer to have time to plan for things, feeling better with a schedule than with keeping plans up in the air until the last minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;" id="report" class="youareh"&gt;                                                            You are &lt;span class="yourea"&gt;Attentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table style="width: 358px; height: 812px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because you like spending time with others, understand their feelings, and    often know what is best for them, you are ATTENTIVE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Some people are merely concerned about others, but you take action, helping    people when you have the opportunity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Although you care about others, you are hesitant to trust them to act in the    best way on their own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You don't let your concerns with people go unnoticed: if someone has hurt your    feelings, that person will hear about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; People energize and excite you—you are able to have fun and be yourself when you're   around others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You also learn a lot about yourself by talking things out with people, even if    you don't always share things that are important to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You have a strong sense of right and wrong, and you're not hesitant to express yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Understanding the dynamics of a situation is an important skill that you have,    and you often intervene to clarify things for others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=KBVlRHLaDdvkDaf-IN-AACAA-e5ec&amp;t=Attentive+Realist"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-6086305521413376599?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/6086305521413376599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=6086305521413376599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6086305521413376599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6086305521413376599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/06/personal-idna.html' title='Personal IDNA'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4818796239327619059</id><published>2007-06-25T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:58:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of many</title><content type='html'>I found the best place to fall asleep in today! It's obviously a place no one would ever consider, because well, to most it wouldn't seem even remotely comfortable LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But chyeah. I like it, and that's all that matters really.&lt;br /&gt;The best place to fall asleep at would be in an open aired bus at a window seat, right when the window is blowing and the wind hits your face, messes up your hair yet you couldn't really give two cents to what is happening, because the wind is cooling, and really, who cares about how your hair looks like anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on the metal bar (preferably CLEAN, i hope!) and just watching the traffic signs pass by.. oh man I really enjoyed that! ♥&lt;br /&gt;For people who really hate grim and possibly dirt stuck onto your face, DON'T DO IT. else you'd really really hate me by the time you do attempt to, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, I also literally felt sweat roll down my back while singing the National Anthem. Was busy running around, even before 7.15am in the morning trying to find Majorrr. (because of a very nasty dog that didn't bother to THINK where would be the appropriate place to POOP, geez! &amp; a very inconsiderate owner who didn't bother to clean it up AT ALL)&lt;br /&gt;I imagine the poop biodegrading and thus causing many many flies/insects/whatever that likes poop to be attracted. OMG stop you sick mind(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has thus resumed (as mentioned in the poop paragraph above) and sweet holidays are GONE(!) They will remain in my memories, and hopefully for a long time! (My brain has issues judging whether a particular memory is of a long-termed/short-termed one)&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it was fun and I wished it wouldn't end.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I wish for a lot of things hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun on Saturday though, Study Group 101!&lt;br /&gt;With Hid, Jess, Miyuki &amp;amp; Stelly ♥&lt;br /&gt;Hid's just plain awesome with explaining, I see a Mrs. Khor lurking inside there!&lt;br /&gt;Stelly reads chinese words OUTLOUD&lt;br /&gt;... and apparently people in Mac's have never seen 3 girls (namely STELLY, miyuki and hid) laugh while watching something funny. hahaha. (btw the only single capitalized name in all 3 laughed the LOUDEST)&lt;br /&gt;The things we do sometimes. They will hopefully be my motivation before I drive them nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many other things i would love to strangle people with, but i shall not (because strangled people just aren't nice)&lt;br /&gt;til laterz, ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4818796239327619059?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4818796239327619059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=4818796239327619059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4818796239327619059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4818796239327619059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-day-of-many.html' title='The first day of many'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-5624975654745495444</id><published>2007-06-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T03:16:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back to reality, goodbye sweet holidays</title><content type='html'>It's extremely annoying trying to figure out how to do a simple thing like CHANGE THE BACKGROUND COLOUR with Vista's powerpoint. Omg! It's literally driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;There are a million tabs, but none of which says, "CLICK ME TO CHANGE BG COLOR!" I want OLD SCHOOL functions to come back! Back then they were much simpler and required less of a headache. Now I have to think and guess and click to try and make out what "switching theme colour" means.&lt;br /&gt;Really wished I could give up right now and drop everything and just go and watch TV, but I can't because homework is still visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a lot, but it's damn tedious to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June has been awesome. Carefree days with no deadlines to meet, even if I still have commitments and things to attend back at school!&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly being reminded of the amount of things I'm going to have to settle when I go back to school. I wish it would disappear, but it's good because it's a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward so much to DECEMBER Holidays! California here I come! *inserts cool smiley* I heard we're heading to Las Vegas as well! :) Because Aunty Pres lives on the border of both countries. ♥&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to visit Las Vegas ever since I watched Ocean's 13. It looks glamorous and very very sexy! Oh right, LV is a SIN CITY after all, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Charmed re-runs on Veoh have been damn fun as well! Especially when you start at the very beginning, Season 1!&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss Prue, especially when in the first Charmed seasons, she was more or less the MAIN Charmed sister. So when she died in Season 3 and with Paige in Season 4.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I do want to watch S3 very badly. COLE TURNER is inside, all the way to S6 or S7?&lt;br /&gt;But I think the point where they have evil cousin witches in S8 is just stupid. And OOP!&lt;br /&gt;But the whole Cole-Balthazar-Source-omgyouareevilyetiammarriedtoyouandistillloveyou-saga is just. Interesting &amp;amp; Entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed I can still vaguely remember my Charmed episodes when I watched them faithfully in the past. The joys of being a kid still undoubtedly remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out the FLAW in using a backphone as well.&lt;br /&gt;MY EARS HURT! ): A lot, especially the bone where it clings onto my ear. So from time to time, I remove them and rub my ears and pray that they'll still work and NOT hurt whenever I put them on again. I have no choice! Considering that my laptop's speakers are REALLY soft. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read the Gossip Girl Series.&lt;br /&gt;I need to read them BEFORE Fall, which is in the next 3 months or so (before August!)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, birthday present? (Which is approximately slightly over more than a month away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has realization dawned upon anyone that HALF A YEAR IS GONE?&lt;br /&gt;Omg, 2007 you fly by too fast! *is saddened*&lt;br /&gt;I need to make memories! Good ones of course :) Term 3 WILL be hectic. Ooh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mummy a lot. She is undoubtedly the single strongest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;If I were her, I would have given up on A LOT of things she hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, but it was awesome that 10 days Shasha and Daddy were away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-5624975654745495444?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/5624975654745495444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=5624975654745495444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5624975654745495444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5624975654745495444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-back-to-reality-goodbye-sweet.html' title='It&apos;s back to reality, goodbye sweet holidays'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2567198511777431249</id><published>2007-06-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:55:39.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><title type='text'>New Homework List</title><content type='html'>Previous one was inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;English:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Newsweek Essay&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;2 Storybooks&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Phrase List&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Recommendation Essay&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;FAQ, 5 questions on 2 stories&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Informal letter&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Formal letter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;NYAA:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;2 modules (fill me in?)&lt;/s&gt; (don't need to do!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amaths:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Partial Fractions Assignment&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remainder/Factor Theorem Assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quadratic Function Assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surds Assignment (oh man i don't know a single surd!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Powerpoint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;TYS 1 Chapter&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;WB 4 Chapters&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chem:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;1 WS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn Nazi Germany&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitler SEQ Question&lt;/li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Germany SEQ Question&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Waterfall Proj&lt;/s&gt;ect (almost completed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;SS:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;NHS SEQ Question&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Read the Sri Lanka Powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Questions on Sri Lanka&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FAQ Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 Files&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I love the 2am talks with Arlene and Belinda Ong that goes on for hours.&lt;br /&gt;A tiny part of me says it misses reality, but the larger part of me just wants to stay transfix on this awesome feeling of freedom I've gained.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom lasts for another 4 days, I believe. It's time to wake up my dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2567198511777431249?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2567198511777431249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2567198511777431249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2567198511777431249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2567198511777431249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-homework-list.html' title='New Homework List'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-571237886665001148</id><published>2007-05-28T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:23:56.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's 90th</title><content type='html'>Today was Grandma's 90th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;We had the event at a restaurant on Racecourse Road, and 130 people turned up.&lt;br /&gt;It was very hectic.&lt;br /&gt;We reached there around 11ish and had to move all the tables into some new formation.&lt;br /&gt;Guests arrived after, had lunch and then we had three speeches kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;One by Navin, One by Aunty Roshan and One by Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was amazing how Daddy and Uncle Morris met once in an airplane flight 40 years ago and have been best friends since.&lt;br /&gt;It made me think and ponder how friends never do quite stick for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;You meet them, but once time passes the friendship fades.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, some people I know and call friends do it just because they want the Wow factor in their life.&lt;br /&gt;It's uncanny to see how someone only finds a friend for fun, but you never do find them when you want peace.&lt;br /&gt;Hence I don't think that's exactly friend material, just more of a company buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I honestly miss Yuzhu a lot. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navin: Let's take a pre-party picture!&lt;br /&gt;Us: Um okay.&lt;br /&gt;Navin: Aunty Grace can you take the photo for us?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Eh why so dark?&lt;br /&gt;Us: Nvm, just take first!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: -takes&lt;br /&gt;Navin: It's really dark!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Okay one more time!&lt;br /&gt;Navin: Open the flash cover.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Eh now really very clear! Much brighter!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mummy you haven't even press the shutter button yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-571237886665001148?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/571237886665001148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=571237886665001148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/571237886665001148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/571237886665001148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/grandmas-90th.html' title='Grandma&apos;s 90th'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8483957230156115556</id><published>2007-05-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:35:10.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><title type='text'>I wish, for..</title><content type='html'>Canon EOS350D&lt;br /&gt;Fish-eye EF 15mm f/2.8&lt;br /&gt;EF 50mm f/2.5 Compact Macro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximate worth: SGD$3,379&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA someone kill me plz. I'm sorry but it's a beauty too hard to resist!&lt;br /&gt;... Let's all go dream about the beauty of it kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit: I know Nikon D80 probably is better, but THAT is a dream way too far! I wouldn't even want to go near to dreaming about it)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should be very happy that I got a new laptop. Welllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know my background isn't appearing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The Bandwidth probably exceeded and they must have deleted it. O well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-8483957230156115556?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/8483957230156115556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=8483957230156115556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8483957230156115556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8483957230156115556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish-for.html' title='I wish, for..'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4013989738990623881</id><published>2007-05-26T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:25:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework influx</title><content type='html'>I have 40 assignments for the Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Just. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all start a homework tracker! And you will all cringe in disgust at how much I have to accomplish! ):&lt;br /&gt;For English,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Newsweek Reflection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read 2 Storybooks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phrase List&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Chinese,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 Book Reviews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 Other Compositions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Amath,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 Assignments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For NYAA,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Reflections on Modules (apparently)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Bio,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Authentic Project on Lungs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TYS 1 Chapter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WB 4 Chapters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Chem,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Worksheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For History,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read/Study Nazi Germany (Term 3 Syllabus, most likely)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloody Sunday Project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Geog,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waterfall Project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For SS, (this is damn ridiculous)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 SEQ Essay on NHS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 SBQ Modules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 SEQ Modules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SS FAQ Project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well now, wouldn't you love to be me? I bet not!&lt;br /&gt;It's an insane amount of homework, but I will get through it because I still need to keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really annoyed at Social Studies! They expect you to do the WHOLE YEAR'S SYLLABUS BY YOURSELF! ): There are FIVE freakkkkkkking modules!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to very vague instructions of, "Check Asknlearn for your assignment"&lt;br /&gt;So basically, my point here stands as: I'm screwed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Meet the Parent session wasn't as bad as I thought it would turn out to be! Because well, Daddy + Mr Low = Pure Horror&lt;br /&gt;Horror in the sense that they compliment each other so well that it should be a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;But it was good! I did better than expected, but I really need to work on History (my 4 marks!]:) and English. I got a C5 for English, haha Daddy wanted to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;He is bent on believing that my language Sucks with the capital S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Dad's horrid! He keeps poking fun at me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: My mother and Joon always say that Ulin takes after you.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Whatttt!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: It's the truth! The two of you are the same! -lists bad habits-&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Please lah! Same like her!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whatt! Daddy you are horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad has the funniest imitations of me.&lt;br /&gt;He says I drag my feet and walk with my mouth open. He says it resembles a blabbering idiot!&lt;br /&gt;He is evil! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ulin I bought you some ginko nuts tablets as brain food. Take them in the morning everyday, don't take them at night!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why can't I take them at night?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Oh because the lady at the counter said it'd cause the brain to be more active and then you wouldn't be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: HA! Like that'll ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;What kind of father says his daughter has spoiled brain activity?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and nobody will ever guess what I've been doing the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Playing childish games hahahaha! I will never say what game it was. Unless I already told you haha.&lt;br /&gt;NO IT'S NOT NEOPETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the BVB International World Volleyball just now on TV.&lt;br /&gt;The China women are damn strong!&lt;br /&gt;Their spikes and form is real good.&lt;br /&gt;And Singapore's crowd is so dramatic! All the "Ooooohs" and "Aaahs" hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw Zenia on TV! (I think)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it was her profile but it wasn't clear.. so. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4013989738990623881?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4013989738990623881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=4013989738990623881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4013989738990623881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4013989738990623881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/homework-influx.html' title='Homework influx'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-5983724564312820504</id><published>2007-05-24T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:09:32.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Annoyed!</title><content type='html'>Stupid little children. I still stand firmly in my belief that all kids are little devils and none are truly pure at heart like we'd all like to assume them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Little brats i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I just ended a shouting competition with Charissa.&lt;br /&gt;She lost her ball, then she blamed it on her brother, and then she yelled AT her mum to find it for her.&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me to shut up when I told her that she should find it herself.&lt;br /&gt;And then she was crying and yelling as I was shouting at her, telling her why the heck her mother should look for it when it was her who lost it.&lt;br /&gt;And all she did was YELL LOUDER AT HER MUM'S FACE AND SAY I WANT MY BALL.&lt;br /&gt;And then when her mum said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicely&lt;/span&gt;, "Ok i will find it later"&lt;br /&gt;She YELLED again, and this isn't nice yelling or whatever, it was her being downright RUDE, "I WANT MY BALL NOWWWWW!"&lt;br /&gt;Little ***** I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children these days are so spoiled that it somehow seems okay to be.&lt;br /&gt;If I were my aunt just now, I would have slapped her across the face and told her to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;This is not to promote child abuse or whatever, but WHO THE HELL IS SHE TO YELL AT ME TO GET HER THING?&lt;br /&gt;She is the daughter. She's SUPPOSED to have a decent amount of respect for HER MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;Yelling at her mum like that just now just proved that she felt that her mum was just HER SLAVE.&lt;br /&gt;Since when in society was this OKAY? Ok to let your daughter yell at you, demand things from you, TREAT YOU LIKE A SLAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my mum doesn't let me talk back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she ever becomes the next biggest gangster in Singapore in the future, I wouldn't be surprised at all. I would say, "I expected it to be so."&lt;br /&gt;She definitely deserves to be slapped, and taught some manners. (Not like any will go in now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-5983724564312820504?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/5983724564312820504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=5983724564312820504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5983724564312820504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5983724564312820504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-9062537554479173042</id><published>2007-05-22T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:53:24.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a title!</title><content type='html'>Mid Year Results were pretty horrid overall.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just glad and thankful for everything.&lt;br /&gt;God has provided and I will be satisfied haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another additional 2 more days of Post Exam Activities.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's ridiculous. We have 9 hours of Hip-Hop okay! :(&lt;br /&gt;But we have STUDENT FORUM! again. So. We're missing Hip-Hop.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Becca wanted to kill me okkk. (Rachel hates dancing haha)&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: -walks into class&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ulin! You know what?!&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: Uhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: WE HAVE 9 MORE HOURS OF HIP-HOP HAHA AND THIS TIME YOU HAVE TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: Haha I know! BUT TOO BAD TMR I GOT FORUM AGAIN! HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Becca &amp; Rachel: AGAIN?!&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: Yup xP So I'll come see you guys dance to Korean music again haha!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Nooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're just turning into Uno-infested freaks in class.&lt;br /&gt;It is so boring. There is NOTHING to do!&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could be like the lower sec and have our own movie marathon?&lt;br /&gt;That would be so much more fun, honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Sec 2 Day Camp in Sentosa wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be.&lt;br /&gt;I was partnered with Alyssa &amp;amp; Atalia and we had 2/7 and a few from 2/8.&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun as the girls are all just plain crazy!&lt;br /&gt;And the weather was very wet more than dry. It rained 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;OH AND OUR GROUP WAS SO AWESOME THAT WE WENT THROUGH A JUNGLE TRIAL!&lt;br /&gt;It was insane. The girls were yelling and screaming, "OMG GHOST GHOST GHOST" or, "OMG HELP I'M GONNA DIEEEEE" when there wasn't anything out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;There were Indian tourists there and they were filming everything down while laughing. They were friendly though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Forum for Sec 1's and Sec 4N went amazingly well!&lt;br /&gt;Most classes and groups were cooperative, but there was obviously one group that honestly pissed me off a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I think we all know which group was that.&lt;br /&gt;But it was a learning experience, and I had to learn to be patient more than anything else, even if I wanted to knock some sense into them badly.&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days. ):&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow there's going to be another forum and let's keep our fingers crossed that everything happens smoothly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided that if I don't make it as a Private Banker in the future, my next job option would most likely be a Forensic Scientist/Coroner. (the kind where they study dead bodies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Ulin are you going for the Biomedical talk?&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: Noo.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Huh why not?&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: Because I'm not interested in this kinda science. If I ever be a scientist, I'd go for Forensic.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: The one where they cut up dead bodies?&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Why!&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: I don't know, I just think it's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Have you ever seen a dead corpse?&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: No ): but I'm not afraid though&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Oh then were you freaked out when you dissected the sheep's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: No la! That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Yeah it was super fun la!&lt;br /&gt;Ulin: Haha anyway all I think of a sheep's heart is that it's a piece of meat, so I'm not really scared of it or anything. (disclaimer: animal lovers, don't get pissed please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG! is so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dude for telling me the next episode was out! :D&lt;br /&gt;It was a better episode this week!&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU SEE HOW FAST AKIYAMA WAS RUNNING TO SAVE NAO-CHAN?&lt;br /&gt;There is obviously attraction, hahahah! I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right, even though I absolutely hate Physics because it's so difficult, I love Mythbusters so much! I like Adam (:&lt;br /&gt;Melodi and I are going to try out the Mentos Experiment on the 15th!&lt;br /&gt;Yay I can't wait. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bring along my camera on B&amp;amp;W mode and hopefully get some pretty pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I need to brush up on my photography skills now. They're real rusty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-9062537554479173042?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/9062537554479173042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=9062537554479173042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9062537554479173042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9062537554479173042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-have-title.html' title='I don&apos;t have a title!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-5105822144219048941</id><published>2007-05-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:21:47.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Newsflash?</title><content type='html'>So I've come to realize that staying mad won't solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'm not going to. Furthermore it's a total waste of effort.&lt;br /&gt;This time, just know that you've honestly and truly hurt me. But it'll die off soon.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun in Japan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely random note...&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ALREADY LOST 4 MARKS IN HISTORY!!! :( I'm going to flunk Mid's I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Results have been horrid so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; m&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;gn&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nt f&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;l &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;f th&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;ty t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-5105822144219048941?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/5105822144219048941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=5105822144219048941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5105822144219048941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5105822144219048941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/newsflash.html' title='Newsflash?'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-9012856471489603741</id><published>2007-05-20T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:31:27.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Do a reality check first.</title><content type='html'>I am so annoyed with her.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much I would love to slap you awake right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying to have to live with someone who constantly aims to make my life a living hell, all the while leaving up a completely jacked-up facade of yourself to others.&lt;br /&gt;And now, just because you're "new" to everything here, you can't stand the system, you can't stand the things you have to do, I was nice enough to listen to you whine daily about how you wished people were more systematic.&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, GROW UP. As much as you would like to think of yourself as one who has already done so, I can clearly tell you this: YOU HAVE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes you are still that annoying 13 year old kid who constantly wants her mother's love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;You may think you are forever the best, and that I'm always the one who deserves to be kicked in the butt, but let me tell you this: The world isn't going to wait for you to change your stupid thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Always whining, always complaining about how vulnerable you are, FOR PETE'S SAKE if you accept it you wouldn't need to do everything you are currently doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you had this "huge" assignment you had to do, which I definitely have to state, WASN'T HARD AT ALL, you made the BIGGEST fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to rationalize with you, you just shot the FIRST thing you could think and said: "I'm not you! I'm only how old! To you might be easy but to me will be very hard!"&lt;br /&gt;Wtfruck okay. Maybe you could have caught on the point that I MIGHT HAVE WANTED YOU TO LEARN BY YOURSELF HOW TO TACKLE THIS, HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;Did you not even consider that I have actually gone through this before?&lt;br /&gt;I was once a 13 year old stuck with assignments BY HERSELF.&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like it's hard, but if you try, nothing will ever be TOO hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention that you wasted 5 hours whining and complaining about how hard it is to do that ALL YOUR RESEARCH WAS COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT?&lt;br /&gt;You are honestly being so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And when Mummy had to PITY you to the point that she WAS GOING TO DO TO WHOLE THING FOR YOU, I knew I had to step in because it was PLAIN UNFAIR for her to do it FOR A BRAT LIKE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;And while I was doing it, did you EVER consider the fact that it was YOUR assignment, not OURS? Or that YOU were responsible for it, NOT US?&lt;br /&gt;NO, YOU DID NOT.&lt;br /&gt;You had the audacity to claim that I MADE A PROMISE TO FINISH IT, IT WAS MY RESPONSIBILITY, and YOUR TRUST FOR ME WAS ON THE LINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, DO YOU REALLY BLAME ME FOR BELITTLING YOU THIS MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;I have only done so because you have PROVEN ME RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, I can not bother to argue or fight with you, because you are far too childish.&lt;br /&gt;You assume before thinking, and you think of me as nothing but a filthy scum.&lt;br /&gt;So stop pushing your damn luck before I really slap you one day, because you will not enjoy my hatred side. Nobody does, *****.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-9012856471489603741?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/9012856471489603741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=9012856471489603741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9012856471489603741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9012856471489603741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-reality-check-first.html' title='Do a reality check first.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7171114387449053652</id><published>2007-05-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:15:24.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>Feelings of a Lonesome</title><content type='html'>Tearing up at the sight of the helplessness people give off, watching a beefy bus officer trying to check for untapped cards all the while struggling to keep his balance, spotting a lone woman sleeping at the benches crouching in a vulnerable manner... it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I ever considered the amount of pain one takes to live. Yet it suddenly just seems to hurt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because it's just this period, the amount of things having gone through... remembering the pain that was once raw, and the blinking of eyelids to keep the tears away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel this because it hurts, but I'm glad I do feel it because it assures me of my humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Once I thought it was foolish to feel of such things, because people in all sense just needed to grow up and move on. But now I just find that side of myself annoying and naive.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely random note...&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my toes get cold. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7171114387449053652?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7171114387449053652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7171114387449053652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7171114387449053652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7171114387449053652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/feelings-of-lonesome.html' title='Feelings of a Lonesome'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2157319953935911634</id><published>2007-05-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:54:39.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>The Requiem of Joy</title><content type='html'>D&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;NC&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;NG &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N TH&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;NL&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;GHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;dancing in the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;everybody's feeling warm and bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;it's such a fine and natural sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;everybody's dancing in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positively the most euphoric song ever! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;The day has left me feeling quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad it's coming to a close, but what I'm not happy about is that tomorrow I will treking over Sentosa in the hot blaring Sun.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's fun? I pray that it will be!&lt;br /&gt;(I have a feeling everybody is going to be really "UGHHED" at their situation tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class time was very boring.&lt;br /&gt;I should have skipped school(!)&lt;br /&gt;We have free time til 10am! That's 7:30-10 worth of free time.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up walking around during Recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this Job Allocation Quiz called OSCAR at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;That thing has no credibility okay!&lt;br /&gt;The Quiz is supposed to match your interests with your abilities, and they didn't have 2/3 of the different occupations I was interested in. Lousyyy. (Honestly!)&lt;br /&gt;I really really wanted to pick Private Banker, or anything related to Financal Banking, but the closest they had to that was, Accountant. :(&lt;br /&gt;And then they only had the option of a Political Scientist, I was interested in Forensic! (Don't ask why) So yes. If you are a scientist, you HAVE to be political. (in Singapore) :/&lt;br /&gt;Stereotyping sucks. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got "Futures Broker/Dealer" for both abilities and interest, so one would clearly assume that when both results collate, the answer would be the same.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOO. When it was "merged", it said NO OCCUPATION FIT ME.&lt;br /&gt;Hence I conclude the machine is whacked. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;Hellsing is so depressing!&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to the gore now. I've persuaded myself that some people will forever remain the sick *******s they grew up to be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame them, because society influences others.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just sad that guy had to die. ):&lt;br /&gt;I was mooping and yelling, "NOOOOOOO!", because duh he kisses Seras and then dies the next second. Zorin should die a painful death.&lt;br /&gt;It was way too easy for her! (her death, I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel understood why I was so upset!&lt;br /&gt;Hellsing's author is just. twisted. Yet it's bloody good!&lt;br /&gt;I foresee and already know there's going to be a lot of pain and heartbreaks in V8 and V9.&lt;br /&gt;AND WHERE THE HELL IS ALUCARD IN ALL THIS DRAMA?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMMMMMY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my only source of reliance sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much. Happy 50th!&lt;br /&gt;You Japanese-looking, Indian-sounding loveliness (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll still remember the time Dude said you look like Jeanette Aw. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2157319953935911634?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2157319953935911634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2157319953935911634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2157319953935911634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2157319953935911634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/requiem-of-joy.html' title='The Requiem of Joy'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8205763340455103415</id><published>2007-05-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:14:03.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings!</title><content type='html'>The weekend was spent very busily.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning was painful though ):&lt;br /&gt;Getting dragged to Ashley's house at super early 1pm to help her set up her party was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Having friends who arrived at 2pm and complained about how boring everything was even more ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;But the most ridiculous of all would definitely be the Magician! He wasn't engaging at all, and he was really... boring.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have been told that I look like a middle-aged person. How appealing, honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and I were sitting in the events room. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's friends: "Hello uncle, Hello aunty"&lt;br /&gt;Me: -fits of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I look like an aunty!?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's friends: -panic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party ended around 8 and I jumped at the chance to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I have to put up with my sister's whinings at how much work/things she's expected to do before she goes to Japan for Exchange.&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl. She has a speech, things to find, things to memorise and a $2500 fee.&lt;br /&gt;All I need last year was my passport.&lt;br /&gt;And Sha cannot pronounce "Hajimashite" for nuts. (I don't know if I spelled that right.) Anywayyy, her Japanese pronounciation is all whacked. I asked her to watch some of my Japanese Dramas/Animes to get the intonation right, but I doubt she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really weird dream that night.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember it at all, all I know that it evoked a lot of mystery and possibly pain in it.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that it felt so real isn't exactly helping either :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I did absolutely nothing the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, I loved it, I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this new Japanese show where Minority Rules, and it's basically a Psychological thriller/etc about Lying. Heckit FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Plus Shota's in it! Omggg&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty cute! But I hate his hair in the show, goodness! &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to be in school for training.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fiona's after, then we had lunch at Serangoon Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;Then after, we went to buy the BBQ food, and came back home.&lt;br /&gt;MJ did all the seasoning for us, so we had practically nothing to do, Thanks anyway MJ!&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, Eve, Tabitha and Jer came close to 5.&lt;br /&gt;They watched 'A Walk to Remember', and Gloria is so anti-climax!&lt;br /&gt;She was happy when Jamie was going to die. HAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;BBQ after, and we had really stupid and random conversations. It was funny! xP&lt;br /&gt;Played with Sparkles after tricking Charissa endlessly, then ended up playing and laughing at the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;My neighbours are going to complain, hahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, Charissa and Ashley were there too.&lt;br /&gt;They were such little brats, especially Charissa.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I just don't understand why they have to intrude with their presence and even when doing so, they just cannot show any self-restraint!&lt;br /&gt;And Charissa even had the cheek to ask the previous day why she wasn't invited to my party when I was invited to her's.&lt;br /&gt;She honestly annoys the heck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realised why she was behaving so well later in the night: She was tired and sleepy = Activity rate decreases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Thanks Mummmmmmmmmy, MJ and Sha who really helped out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FIONA SAID WEI WAS HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Omg :O Considering that you do not take 10+ year old boys to be hot.&lt;br /&gt;And that it's not normal. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, everything was FUNN! x3 So yaye.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, pictures because I love the Memory Card Reader!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiE1kXGBXI/AAAAAAAAABs/YnCuSaq0Ndc/s1600-h/100_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064443836806595954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiE1kXGBXI/AAAAAAAAABs/YnCuSaq0Ndc/s400/100_2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiEnkXGBWI/AAAAAAAAABk/ec6HUIKgVg8/s1600-h/100_2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064443596288427362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiEnkXGBWI/AAAAAAAAABk/ec6HUIKgVg8/s400/100_2952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiEaUXGBVI/AAAAAAAAABc/7rDOD4M0c-c/s1600-h/100_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064443368655160658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiEaUXGBVI/AAAAAAAAABc/7rDOD4M0c-c/s400/100_2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiECEXGBUI/AAAAAAAAABU/284FU1Ke3WY/s1600-h/100_2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064442952043332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiECEXGBUI/AAAAAAAAABU/284FU1Ke3WY/s400/100_2950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This was supposed to be a heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiDzkXGBTI/AAAAAAAAABM/qV9-GVhYi58/s1600-h/100_2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064442702935229746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiDzkXGBTI/AAAAAAAAABM/qV9-GVhYi58/s400/100_2948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-8205763340455103415?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/8205763340455103415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=8205763340455103415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8205763340455103415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8205763340455103415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/happenings.html' title='Happenings!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkiE1kXGBXI/AAAAAAAAABs/YnCuSaq0Ndc/s72-c/100_2955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-486390666807770982</id><published>2007-05-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:07:48.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><title type='text'>Johnny Depp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkRqGkXGBRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gDmghjeV_QU/s1600-h/JohnnyDepp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063288542143579410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkRqGkXGBRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gDmghjeV_QU/s400/JohnnyDepp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;He is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-486390666807770982?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/486390666807770982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=486390666807770982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/486390666807770982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/486390666807770982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/johnny-depp.html' title='Johnny Depp'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/RkRqGkXGBRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gDmghjeV_QU/s72-c/JohnnyDepp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-6573804442184074943</id><published>2007-05-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:42:35.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYE is stinking over!</title><content type='html'>Chemistry ended today! There wasn't this euphoric feeling in me though, even when I submitted the paper back to Mrs. Tay.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Exams were over, for now, but I know there is still a heck load more of work to be done. ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't have school til next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be a rest from Mid Years, but I'm booked almost everyday. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exam period has been really, amazing though.&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel more at ease with Exams, than without.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's because when you are having Exams, you are actually trying to digest best of what you've learnt over the past 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;Which is uh, less stressful in the sense that you don't have to sit for a million tests or have lessons or meet deadlines and such.&lt;br /&gt;God has been really real to me this time round. ;)&lt;br /&gt;He has constantly reminded me that to reap the fruits you want to get, you'd most definitely have to put in your Own effort.&lt;br /&gt;Because if you don't, you could expect nothing more than what you really deserved.&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's just when I do get the results back, Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a super busy weekend up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Have a lot of things to settle, systems to come up, and especially work and FILING to be done.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much I abhor filing.&lt;br /&gt;Now it has to be my greatest passion.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL LOVE FILING I WILL LOVE FILING&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FILING I LOVE FILING&lt;br /&gt;Reverse psychology works, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that feeling of being lost, like you have no idea where to go or what to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly a feeling that cripples, because it just shows that you don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a sea of people, calling out for help yet no one there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Ever imagined life to be like that?&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have discovered that in life, through hardships it is better to accept than to suffer in pain because of a loss/obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance is not easy... but once you truly understand Human Fraility it seems like just another regular thing.&lt;br /&gt;Is that what "Who Moved My Cheese?" is really about? It says to anticipate change, and to move with change. For with change and acceptance with change, you will learn to adapt and to stay relevant.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's important. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's construction work here at my place again!&lt;br /&gt;And this time it's a massive crane that pounds the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;And what happens when that happens?&lt;br /&gt;Noise pollution is what!&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think my ear-drums are going to burst very soon, especially if it doesn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;It's becoming a rhythm in my head, you know?&lt;br /&gt;And that isn't exactly very good, because it just shows the amount of inevitability in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we have to do leading again for the Sec 2 Day Camp at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me why I'm not exactly feeling thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;I shall indulge myself in some stories and Blood+ right now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you just so happen to be boreddd, go read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cabucojuice.com/sad.html"&gt;http://www.cabucojuice.com/sad.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona cried 20 buckets. I cried a few.&lt;br /&gt;I read this 5 years ago. Looong time, but good story nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-6573804442184074943?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/6573804442184074943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=6573804442184074943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6573804442184074943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6573804442184074943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/mye-are-stinking-over.html' title='MYE is stinking over!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-9175717614572637596</id><published>2007-05-09T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:16:37.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Funfacts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;DORMITORY: When you rearrange the letters: DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN: When you rearrange the letters: BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER: When you rearrange the letters: MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION: When you rearrange the letters: A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES: When you rearrange the letters: THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH: When you rearrange the letters: HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE : When you rearrange the letters: HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS: When you rearrange the letters: LIES - LET'S&lt;br /&gt;RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS: When you rearrange the letters: ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT: When you rearrange the letters: IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO: When you rearrange the letters: TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW: When you rearrange the letters: WOMAN HITLER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, back to Chemistry! xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-9175717614572637596?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/9175717614572637596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=9175717614572637596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9175717614572637596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9175717614572637596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/funfacts.html' title='Funfacts!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7988311273586783182</id><published>2007-05-06T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:02:36.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><title type='text'>Brb until 10/5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjy0lkXGBNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EL3I8L6td_k/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118638766294226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjy0lkXGBNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EL3I8L6td_k/s200/Picture0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjy0yEXGBOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UIgcX32kuhs/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118853514659042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjy0yEXGBOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UIgcX32kuhs/s200/Picture0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjy0-0XGBPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uEHIeIoF5s0/s1600-h/Picture0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjy1PkXGBQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oz64499AUHs/s1600-h/Picture0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun today, messing around with my new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's officially random, I don't know what keeps her determination when she wants something done.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's officially the best cousin everr, minus the whinings and the fact that's she's a kid and I hate kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was funny too, how I talked to dude over video call. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a painful day, I can already foresee it.&lt;br /&gt;No more updates til 10/5, when I finally reach bliss. (and rejoice again that I do not have to go to school on 11/5!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do after exams:-&lt;br /&gt;- Decorate room&lt;br /&gt;- Fix up my new stuff&lt;br /&gt;- Sentosa on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;- Ashley's partyyy&lt;br /&gt;- BBQ After-MYE party!&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Blood+&lt;br /&gt;- And hopefully, do some shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7988311273586783182?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7988311273586783182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7988311273586783182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7988311273586783182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7988311273586783182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/brb-until-105.html' title='Brb until 10/5'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjy0lkXGBNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EL3I8L6td_k/s72-c/Picture0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8064552013804330526</id><published>2007-05-05T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:12:50.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I WAAANTT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjwe_kXGBMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CUfJn7FWYxo/s1600-h/730034_bla_frt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjwe_kXGBMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CUfJn7FWYxo/s320/730034_bla_frt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060954158698726594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dress!&lt;br /&gt;I wantttt. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Adrian about my worries about the exams have strangely calmed me down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Must be because of the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Plus his language is probably the most liberal of all. xP&lt;br /&gt;One moment it's **** next it's *******/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUN I'M HAVING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wants to drag me to Tampines to get me my stuff! Can you imagine? Usually it's supposed to be the other way round, like the kid whining for something instead of the parent whining. HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm on crack now, thanks to the pressure from exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-8064552013804330526?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/8064552013804330526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=8064552013804330526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8064552013804330526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8064552013804330526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-waaantt.html' title='I WAAANTT'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJgX-TI9yUQ/Rjwe_kXGBMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CUfJn7FWYxo/s72-c/730034_bla_frt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1643107781605229791</id><published>2007-05-04T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:45:06.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mid Year Exams officially starts!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I know this has to be updated, but I have been really really busy.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly of all, I thank God today is a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how happy I really am, at the fact that today is a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Seems pathetic that i have to the take joy in the fact that it's a Friday, but I am so glad nonetheless. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Bio and Emath paper.&lt;br /&gt;I have 7 more papers, before I am finally free from this fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of hopeless that after 2 long years, I still suck at graphs.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 20 marks from graphs already, and I wish I knew how to find an equation of the line.&lt;br /&gt;I bet teachers just laugh their heads off at the fact that I CANNOT DO GRAPHS, of all things.&lt;br /&gt;Like my mum once said, "Couldn't you fail something more failable?" GEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during this whole process, I thank God for being my pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this has never been so real until now. Sometimes you just don't see it until it fully hits you. But I'm thanking God anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This has probably got to be the first time in any exam God has pushed me thus far. To show me I have the ability to do it.. even when I think there is no point of me showing that I can.&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate studying, because I knew that if I honestly tried, I would be able to do it... so why push it? I'd always think to be glad and thankful for what I already had, and not to want more/over stress myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yet truth be told, that wasn't the case at all... because I know now that it was just me who didn't want to grab the opportunity that came knocking many many times.&lt;br /&gt;I have never studied in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how to study, even if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;So the times when I asked you HOW TO STUDY, it was probably the truth. I genuinely wanted to know. But still.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for sticking by me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really hate the fact that people can get so ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;They seem to put up an awesome facade, yet when you actually stepped into their boundaries, it'd seem to be the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I can read people like a book.&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would realize that flaws are inevitable, and that while criticizing someone else, it's basically just another form of self-deception.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll live with it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like the world will end because people get ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1643107781605229791?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1643107781605229791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1643107781605229791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1643107781605229791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1643107781605229791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/05/mid-year-exams-officially-starts.html' title='Mid Year Exams officially starts!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1584296807764308243</id><published>2007-04-30T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:05:09.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><title type='text'>No internet access!</title><content type='html'>My parents went on a whim yesterday and decided to move my computer to my room.&lt;br /&gt;Because of their hasty decision, I don't have internet access for an estimated period of 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1584296807764308243?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1584296807764308243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1584296807764308243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1584296807764308243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1584296807764308243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-internet-access.html' title='No internet access!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-6123145336535753849</id><published>2007-04-25T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:19:29.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I died today.</title><content type='html'>Had food poisoning for the 5th time in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just a habit, I have a tendency of eating contaminated food A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up screaming at 12:45am, mum yelled back at me that it was LATE and PEOPLE WERE SLEEPING, but the pain was close to unbearable. Somehow I just can't tolerate pains from the abdomen. I can cut off my finger and think why it doesn't hurt but I can't stand abdomen pain, man I suck.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ended up sleeping next to the shower for a blissful 10minutes before the pain came again.&lt;br /&gt;There was no medicine in the house, so I had to let it all out in my dump.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that the pain would come again, so I slept vertically for the night. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally dead-set in skipping school but thinking of the amount of things I'd miss out in Bio, I dragged myself there.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly fainted during Assembly, thank goodness I managed to regain composure before any of that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how embarrASSing that would have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-6123145336535753849?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/6123145336535753849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=6123145336535753849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6123145336535753849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6123145336535753849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-died-today.html' title='I died today.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7929241052846506556</id><published>2007-04-24T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:02:59.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>a Controlled mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE THE FREE-IEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; i'm busy enough with school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian:&lt;/span&gt; far from it....singapore's probbably one of the most controled societys in the world....i think it's bad because people can't be who they wanna be and aren't true to themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; it's controlling but that's what maintains a society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; if we let everybody be true to themselves, complications WILL arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; it's inevitable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; the past is there to prove it.. heck AMERICA is there to prove it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian:&lt;/span&gt; i disagree.america has it's flaws definately but on the whole it's the worlds leading country and only superpower....freedom of choice is what laws have strived to protect. we can't have ppl running around like monkeys...but we do need a 'degree' of control.Spore controls it's ppl way too much.How long have you guys had the same GOVT party for now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; since 1958 if i'm correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian:&lt;/span&gt; wow....freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; i know we dont have freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; but most of the people in singapore are too narrow minded to want it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian:&lt;/span&gt; dats true...but you know that's the comment that everyone says and then one by one evrybody is uniform....dats when problems arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulin:&lt;/span&gt; that's their problem now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Disclaimer Tag:- This conversation is not meant to be used in legal proceedings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korkor suddenly became so "I-hate-Singapore" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God he's British.&lt;br /&gt;... and if that's not being patriotic I don't know what is. x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7929241052846506556?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7929241052846506556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7929241052846506556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7929241052846506556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7929241052846506556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/controlled-mind.html' title='a Controlled mind'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7500406585058595761</id><published>2007-04-22T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:00:06.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>It's Crunch Time!</title><content type='html'>Mid Years are coming soso soon. I'm not even going to bother to start a countdown.&lt;br /&gt;SS and English papers are THIS friday.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness! that is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck studying away.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to cope, but at the end of the day it's the drive you want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of saying, "EXAMS ARE FREAKING OVER!!!" and ripping up your exam timetables.&lt;br /&gt;That's accomplishment. Going over a hurdle one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Because there are obvsly very lovely plans for AFTER MID YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'd have a MONTH for a break! (Oh thank God!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I have 14 papers to sit?&lt;br /&gt;I have double papers for Bio, Chem, Emath, Eng and Chinese I think.&lt;br /&gt;Just shows how dreadful and horrifying they can actually be. (and how hard it is to actually get your marks!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study. I need to feel that drive to want to excel.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a barrier. Life is such a metaphor sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Tears have dried up, emotions have numbed. Acceptance comes, hopefully with healing.&lt;br /&gt;I just want her to be okay. Is that so much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;What a really need nowadays is God's strength and for Him to tell me that "It's going to be okay."&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IT'S OKAY, yet I'm still like this.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it, I really hate doubting my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;To feel that at the end of the day, I'd be crushed because of "-insert reason-", isn't exactly something I'd like to see.&lt;br /&gt;Yet that's the only thing I can think about right now.&lt;br /&gt;I know for everything I want to be fulfilled, I need to put in MY own effort.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it's your fruits that you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;And yet..... I can only think about what happens if the tree doesn't bear the fruits I hope to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTHECK I'M SUCH AN ANION (&lt;- go figure).&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to shake me awake, telling me if every single soul in this depressed world is really like that, THEN WHATS THE POINT OF LIVING. What's the point of striving so hard to LIVE ON? TO SUCCESS?&lt;br /&gt;Because then there would be no goal.&lt;br /&gt;I think a slap would be good. Maybe this is how B.O really feels sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently my $8million plan in 5 years doesn't work unless your stock base is LOW, like $1 per share, and not $60 per share or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently there are benefits of at least 15% - 30% per year. So it's not say BAD cash, all you need is a HIGH original STAKE (probably about 3 million at least if you want significant profits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm trying to think why Stalin's use of violence is UNJUSTIFIED in creating a strong Russia. Total irony considering he's supposed to be the next worst b****** to Adolf Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;40 million people died at his hands! Not to mention the amount of damage it did to the people who were LEFT. The pain, the agony... yet it's totally irrelevant in this context.&lt;br /&gt;Hitler killed approx 11 million, 6 million accounting for the Jews. Apparently he wanted to purify the German blood... and Jews were "impure", which is yet again, ANOTHER IRONY considering he's not even GERMAN.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when people preach about something when they're not even IT in the first place? Just make people wonder how the heck people of the aged were so naive to actually believe them in the first place. SURE, you suffer because times are hard, but does that mean you give it to someone else who is even more UNWORTHY?&lt;br /&gt;Well it all boils down to the fact that Humans are gullible.&lt;br /&gt;You offer them a better life and they'd follow, not thinking of what MAY possibly happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I'm such a pessimist, because the world's already so ugly. (and also because I think being pessimistic will eventually save your butt someday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually read through and understood all of that, give yourself a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the language &amp;amp; grammer/typo errors (i'm way too lazy to look through this again).&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully commitment stays this 2 weeks. I'm not promising anything because I break too many promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7500406585058595761?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7500406585058595761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7500406585058595761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7500406585058595761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7500406585058595761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-crunch-time.html' title='It&apos;s Crunch Time!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7744959183145350674</id><published>2007-04-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:45:34.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><title type='text'>My Wife and Kids</title><content type='html'>Junior: Mum can I have 35 bucks to go see a rock concert?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: No&lt;br /&gt;Junior: Whatttt!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Hey if you want to argue with me, take it to the higher court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior: Dad, Mum said to give me 35 dollars so I can go see a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Did she say that or are you paraphrasing?&lt;br /&gt;Junior: Come on dad, you own the top field of Delivery trucks. We've got money!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No, I got money.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You're broke!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Alright what's the name of the rapper you gotta see so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Junior: MC MurderDeath, but it's not what you think!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What did I think?&lt;br /&gt;Junior: You know, that he's negative and preaching about violence and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh no that didn't cross my mind. When I hear a name like MC MurderDeath, I think he's a positive role model giving back to the community.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What's the name of his big hit?&lt;br /&gt;Junior: Bullet to the Brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I love Slapstick Comedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7744959183145350674?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7744959183145350674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7744959183145350674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7744959183145350674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7744959183145350674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-wife-and-kids.html' title='My Wife and Kids'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-3135169129740349394</id><published>2007-04-19T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:40:58.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>Virginia Tech Massacre</title><content type='html'>Right, so I decided to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I will never get physical assurance, and I can only rely on my spiritual assurance right now. Yessur -nods&lt;br /&gt;I can't change the way life moves, I might as well come to terms with it, as much as I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo... moving onto more significant things,&lt;br /&gt;The Virginia Tech Massacre.&lt;br /&gt;Let me say something sadistic for a moment forth: Not bad what (I address this to the deceased Cho)&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I think this could have been prevented. 2 hours is not say a short time, especially within the distance of what, 1 km?&lt;br /&gt;It could have been prevented. But was it? No.&lt;br /&gt;Deepest condolences to whoever affected.&lt;br /&gt;Cho, please do not describe your death justified in the same manner of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You shot yourself, the Lord was hanged on a cross by pagans.&lt;br /&gt;There is obviously a clear difference.&lt;br /&gt;You died a coward. You had a problem, you knew of it, yet you did nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cho_Seung-hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must admit, it was pretty funny when Rachel changed his gender on Lian He.&lt;br /&gt;It cracked me up... and I honestly thought he was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;... moving along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up at 5.10am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Good night y'all and hopefully the pain will be slept away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-3135169129740349394?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/3135169129740349394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=3135169129740349394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3135169129740349394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3135169129740349394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech-massacre.html' title='Virginia Tech Massacre'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-814273619952061056</id><published>2007-04-19T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:49:42.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>Failure by a sparzz, what hope is there anyway</title><content type='html'>Life is equally horrid right now, this week has just been pure torture to go through.&lt;br /&gt;It's tragedy after tragedy, I'm losing my room to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's probably the hardest, but I don't want to lose out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's like watching yourself fail over and over again, yet being unable to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY HATE THIS!!!! Why can't I have normal problems? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit you, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't want to rely on anyone, because humans are just pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-814273619952061056?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/814273619952061056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=814273619952061056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/814273619952061056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/814273619952061056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/failure-by-sparzz-what-hope-is-there.html' title='Failure by a sparzz, what hope is there anyway'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1478023476067760751</id><published>2007-04-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:29:31.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Bio freak, srsly</title><content type='html'>turn up your 45's, bring back to life the sound and vibe of yesterday                ulinnn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've only seen her feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'VE ONLY SEEN HER FEET?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up your 45's, bring back to life the sound and vibe of yesterday                ulinnn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up your 45's, bring back to life the sound and vibe of yesterday                ulinnn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_'s desktop wallpaper, why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up your 45's, bring back to life the sound and vibe of yesterday                ulinnn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you thought i saw her feet but no body? hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up your 45's, bring back to life the sound and vibe of yesterday                ulinnn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like that how i recognise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHHSHAHAJHJALHAAHPISYHUOWGRJHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so funny pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up your 45's, bring back to life the sound and vibe of yesterday                ulinnn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder how _ get his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how _ propose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up your 45's, bring back to life the sound and vibe of yesterday                ulinnn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) probaby childhood sweethearts, they so cheena plz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up your 45's, bring back to life the sound and vibe of yesterday                ulinnn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) probably did something very lame, or did nothing at all in fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied 8.5 hours of Bio over the weekend, plus I'm studying it NOW (digestion omg just kill me already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A BAT FLEW INTO THE HOUSE JUST NOW HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM FREAKED OUT (for once)&lt;br /&gt;I should have captured it with a picture. DANGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies are my priorities right now.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Self-esteem was what I had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Lost it seems to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I yearn for it back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I need the strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I need the courage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;where will this dwindling light be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1478023476067760751?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1478023476067760751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1478023476067760751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1478023476067760751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1478023476067760751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/bio-freak-srsly.html' title='Bio freak, srsly'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4299602785836733114</id><published>2007-04-15T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:21:42.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><title type='text'>"I wish God would send a trolley cart and take me away!"</title><content type='html'>I've just came back from watching the play, Murder at Ravenscroft.&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad play, actually pretty witty!&lt;br /&gt;I love Gillian Ravenscroft, she's such an enigma and she's so quirky!&lt;br /&gt;Plus the actress who played her was really intelligent, and her speech was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE DOLLY OMG I LOVE DOLLY!&lt;br /&gt;Dolly is pure comedy! She contradicts herself like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Ruffing: Did you sleep with Patrick, Dolly?&lt;br /&gt;Dolly: No sire I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Ruffing: So you are saying Miss Ravenscroft is lying?&lt;br /&gt;Dolly: No sire I would never dare accuse her of lying!&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Ruffing: So you're saying you slept with Patrick?&lt;br /&gt;Dolly: No sire I would never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, repeat for possibly forever.&lt;br /&gt;And then she'd be like, "Oh can I leave now! I'm going to faint! I'm going to puke!"&lt;br /&gt;Her best line was, "I wish God would send a trolley cart and take me away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor male lead had to remember so many lines!&lt;br /&gt;The show was like 2 hours of pure talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the cliche ending, lol (shoot me I know wth right)&lt;br /&gt;But it was touching to see that Marcy fell for him and he fell for Marcy.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the irony it might have been.&lt;br /&gt;Marcy's a good and smart lady! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pet peeve I had was the fact that THE MALE LEAD'S HAIR WAS GREY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know he's supposed to be mature looking, but why make it grey!?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like he's 60 or something! Because then it'd be totally contradicting that so many girls were hitting on him, (and 4/5 of the ladies in the show saying they'd love him FOREVERZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But funny and it was worthwhile spending 2hrs PLUS watching it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4299602785836733114?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4299602785836733114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=4299602785836733114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4299602785836733114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4299602785836733114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-god-would-send-trolley-cart-and.html' title='&quot;I wish God would send a trolley cart and take me away!&quot;'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-6177095502605675268</id><published>2007-04-14T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:11:42.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>Delusions of a professional mind.</title><content type='html'>The morning has just been plain awful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at loss already, crying doesn't help anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it anymore, because Sympathy is not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I'd disappear off the face of this horrid earth.&lt;br /&gt;SCREW THIS EXISTENCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-6177095502605675268?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/6177095502605675268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=6177095502605675268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6177095502605675268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6177095502605675268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/delusions-of-professional-mind.html' title='Delusions of a professional mind.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2793929344410656451</id><published>2007-04-10T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:53:44.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>Of thoughts and realisations</title><content type='html'>It's 11:30pm right now, and I'm so glad I'm finally done re-making the Attendance List.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally completed something! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have only two things that are sticking out like thorns -CME &amp; History CT, which honestly, isn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was Tabitha's birthday! Happy 15th girlll!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, 15 feels like a huge number. I have 4 months to be small, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that I attended school today, albeit like a physically disabled person.&lt;br /&gt;So, sprains on the back and shoulders and muscle-pulls on your thighs and arms aren't exactly fun.&lt;br /&gt;They hurt a lot. I mean A LOT. I couldn't walk or climb stairs without being all weird. :(&lt;br /&gt;Stella was my walking stick for the earlier part of the day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry you have to be my walking stick again.&lt;br /&gt;Stella: Oh. Walking stick? I know why! Cos I'm a stick and I can walk!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stella that's not funny!&lt;br /&gt;Stella: I didn't say it was meant to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Michelle was my latter walking stick and when I told her what Stella said, she said:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Not funny what!&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's not the point haha&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: If it was me, I'd say I'm a WALKEDEKLING (walking) STICK!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Michelle that's not even remotely funny!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: I didn't say it was meant to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back with Tabitha after to clean up the Prefects' Room.&lt;br /&gt;We cleared A LOT OF STUFF. I mean A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha nearly went insane looking at Disc's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria and a few EM girls joined us, and then Gloria helped Tabitha and I change the Exco table.&lt;br /&gt;We're half done, and it looks effing Royalz. :D&lt;br /&gt;Jess &amp;amp; the rest are gonna be happy about it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Gloria and we have plans to have a Movie Marathon after MYE, starting with A Walk to Remember! (Because she wants to watch it and I FOUND IT AFTER A LOOONG DURATION OF TIME OF IT BEING LOST!!!) llooove Shane West!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to watch and eat chicken wings. :D&lt;br /&gt;ZHENMINN, I'll bring some for you soon okay! I bet you won't even have to wait til September! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I found a way to trick your parents into buying you something expensive that they don't know whether or not to get you BEFORE JULY.&lt;br /&gt;Say, you want to get a new laptop and your mum half agrees yet half disagrees.&lt;br /&gt;TELL HER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum you have to get my laptop soon because in July, GST is going to go up by 2% and you will have to pay a few hundred more for it then!" (SS Applied Knowledge hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;It works ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Mum revealed a lot to me today.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished she didn't, but I'm glad she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Trust is only a word you speak of, but is of no use.&lt;br /&gt;Trust does not exist in humans.&lt;br /&gt;Even when there was a time you thought you could tell a person everything, sometimes you ultimately can't.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought everything was going to be alright,  IT WILL GO AWRY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even being pessimistic about this, but as far as I've tried to be optimistic about it, people have already proven this so.&lt;br /&gt;But thank you dude, for listening today. Just a second before you did, I was honestly in a fumble. Who could I turn to besides God?&lt;br /&gt;God sometimes stays quiet, He doesn't always reply, because He wants to test you.&lt;br /&gt;But thank you for saying Hello. You really helped relief a lot of what ran through my mind then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly want to clear up something.&lt;br /&gt;With authority, there will be changes obviously. In perspective, in reasoning, in everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;But do realize that there are also sides where people do not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The sides that you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you judge or conclude, consider how one would feel. It hurts as well you know.&lt;br /&gt;Those with authority are also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUMAN&lt;/span&gt;. Humans feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2793929344410656451?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2793929344410656451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2793929344410656451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2793929344410656451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2793929344410656451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-thoughts-and-realisations.html' title='Of thoughts and realisations'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1594236958876528509</id><published>2007-04-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:06:40.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Longest Appendix Removed Ever!</title><content type='html'>I have to rush a few important things today, so this is going to be really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; IF YOU HAVE JUST EATEN/EATING FOOD DON'T LOOK AT THIS PLZ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALR SAID DON'T OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH WARNINGS K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.guinnessworldrecords.com/images/records/rhp/portrait/96283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my dears, is an appendix (in a body). Length = 23.5cm&lt;br /&gt;Record? Longest Appendix Ever Removed.&lt;br /&gt;KK THIS IS JUST TO GROSS YOU ALL OUT BAI~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a gross machine. And not to mention Random, hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1594236958876528509?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1594236958876528509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1594236958876528509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1594236958876528509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1594236958876528509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/longest-appendix-removed-ever.html' title='Longest Appendix Removed Ever!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-9043595642420492632</id><published>2007-04-09T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:25:02.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><title type='text'>BEST SONG EVAAA. Ok, best chorus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tapwater by Onesidezero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verses are pure horrid though. But the chorus is awesome so that is enough for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Landon was listening to it on the bus ride back with Jamie, from A Walk to Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Throw your life away&lt;br /&gt;Everything will come to you&lt;br /&gt;If you still believe&lt;br /&gt;All the things you tried to do&lt;br /&gt;Throw your life away&lt;br /&gt;It will come back in the end&lt;br /&gt;If you still believe&lt;br /&gt;But you wish not to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weSyVB-kR4c&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the video, focus on the song!&lt;br /&gt;And finally, if anybody has it, SEND IT TO ME PLEASE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-9043595642420492632?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/9043595642420492632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=9043595642420492632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9043595642420492632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9043595642420492632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-song-evaaa-ok-best-chorus.html' title='BEST SONG EVAAA. Ok, best chorus.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-3395758568579702826</id><published>2007-04-08T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:13:06.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>A series of events.</title><content type='html'>I am back~&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how glad it is for me to be back in SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted and possibly very much behind (in terms of times)&lt;br /&gt;Many good things happened this week, as did the bad.&lt;br /&gt;They were mainly:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prefects Commendation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exco Outing (ok, dinner)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Friday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to Johor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prefects Commendation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast! Everyone who missed it should smack themselves. (POINTS: becca and rachel yip! do you know they've never attended Prefects Commendation EVER before?! and rachel says it's a waste of time?!?! OMGG.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I officially have a new personal record.&lt;br /&gt;Longest time spent in heels: 10.5hours&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, my feet were aching and it hurt to walk. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ceremony itself was pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't raise my hand to grab the mike like I almost did during Rehearsals, and instead tried to start at the Bishop's face and concentrate and actually digest what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;However I did forget to stand up after Eve said, "I will, God being my helper"..... so I literally JUMPED from my seat to make it seem like I didn't forget. xP&lt;br /&gt;But I did. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was very good! I feel that the place where they hold the whole thing is WAYY too small. Even though when we clear up after, it looks huge, IT'S NOT HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;The excos had to patronise SA, and Siyi had to introduce us to each other at least 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;A few of us talked to Ian (He grew taller!) and that indian guy (I forgot his name!) who was a pure joker. Tabitha was laughing her head off.&lt;br /&gt;And that indian guy kept imitating me! ): I know I like to say, "What?" a lot, but still! x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Stella, Miyuki, Hid and I went to talk to 4 of the old SA exco (Samuel, Christopher, Reuben and Paul, I think) and Samuel (he does all the talking ok!) was being so sarcastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hid: Eh why suddenly so quiet. Okay let's talk about CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Hid: What CCA are you guys in?&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: Oh we're in Ballet.&lt;br /&gt;SA Guys: -laughing&lt;br /&gt;Hid and Stella: BALLET???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh what grade?&lt;br /&gt;Hid: -smacks me&lt;br /&gt;Hid: Ulin!&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: Ungraded&lt;br /&gt;Us: -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell us the truth lah!&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: Okok. I'm in (I forgot what~) and these three are in Netball.&lt;br /&gt;Hid and Stella: NETBALL???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh what position?&lt;br /&gt;Paul: (act smart) Forward&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's basketball! Wanna bluff also don't like that lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to talk to Gloria. She was talking to the SJI guys who originally had Jean as their erm, facilitators. The SJI guys were Wilfred and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred talks non-stop and Gloria can't stand their idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er where's Jean then?&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Oh she's talking to the St. Gabs' people&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why isn't she here?&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred: Because I don't like her!&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Yeah me too!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ?? Why not!&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred: She talks even more than I do!&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: We don't even have the chance to talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they bet Gloria 2 bucks each to make Mrs Kwok cry. (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole PB sang to Mrs Kwok, "I can't smile without you" and some said she teared and some said she didn't... SO the answer shall remain ambiguous for now. But obviously we assumed she cried lah! (2 bucks what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh Gloria win. She's crying.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Really meh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Us: -cant see over the multitude of prefects&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred: Don't care we didn't see her cry&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Nooo! She cried! You owe me money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they tried to leave and Gloria pushed them HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Left at around 5+, we all received notes from Brenda and Siyi.&lt;br /&gt;Siyi wants a present for farewell (she said it has to be $50 minimum!?) and I nearly cried while reading Brenda's.&lt;br /&gt;I love you a lot Brenda! You're the best head to be under everrr :D&lt;br /&gt;We all left by MRT after a loooong debate on where to go for Exco Dinner so we got the guys from SA to randomly shoot out restaurant names off the top of their heads and we landed up in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Exco Outing (Dinner)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... PIZZA HUT.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered a lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And the bill came about to a total of 85 dollarsss. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love new exco! Everybody is just so warm and smiley.&lt;br /&gt;Stella and Miyuki cracks everybody up!&lt;br /&gt;Miyuki started filming us eating and started describing it! It was damn retarded and damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed FAREWELL, which is going to be a blast because we are going to come up with something very funny. VERY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I have to send out Minutes HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 7:45 because Mum called, and only to find when I reached Kovan that they were ALL OUT FOR DINNER! So I had to walk home in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, managed to meet Reuben and walked home, STILL IN HEELS (I originally spelled it as HELLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friday was awesome. I thank God every second for it.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling very down in the morning, due to various reasons and realisations (thank you emo self) because I realised ultimately, I was going to be alone everytime, and that really disheartened me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how much I am going to give up, how many friends and good friends I'm going to lose, because of what I've just earned.. and just, yeah. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when, "In Christ Alone" played during Service, I started weeping... because He really reminded me that I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe God told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trip to Johor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to mention this today, another time maybe (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-3395758568579702826?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/3395758568579702826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=3395758568579702826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3395758568579702826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3395758568579702826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/series-of-events.html' title='A series of events.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4758039543071276692</id><published>2007-04-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:48:32.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>The Recap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2am the previous night, after watching Formula 17.&lt;br /&gt;It was April Fools' and I didn't realize it until I got tricked by Izzzay!&lt;br /&gt;She told me she was going to drop Pure History. ): I half-believed her!&lt;br /&gt;And she told me to trick people as well. So I felt undignified and tricked Dude into thinking I was going to migrate to California. Poor guy believed me, hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 hour(s)-long talks with Nit.&lt;br /&gt;We talked SOOO much on a lot of sensitive stuffs. On stuff I'd usually avoid talking about.&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice sharing them I suppose, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreading school. I really hate Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;I end school at like 7pm. :( That's a total of 12.5hours just locked up in school.&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring, and honestly makes everyone feel so exhausted and worn not.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that we have CTs on Tuesdays!&lt;br /&gt;But it was the LAST practice, so I suppose it was ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crammed Chinese for 3 hours that night.&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely horrible. Pure torture, I couldn't even remember what I was writing after a while. :/&lt;br /&gt;I slept at frriiggging 1am, after helping my mum thread the needle because she had the hem my skirt back for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love you best friend!-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; I hope you got your wish. I think you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test sucked. I'm going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even understand half of the tian xie han zi. Hello to F9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only consolation was that I hanged out with Fiona and the rest (Nit, Grace and Ally) after.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a breather and as Fiona says, "I got my life back"&lt;br /&gt;Talked heaps with her, it was refreshing to let all that pent up frustration out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2 more days to the long awaited Commendation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to the tip of my toes, and I hope everything proceeds smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I love the fact I get to skip Emath, Bio and Pure History all together. Thank God for Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God even more for Good Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I originally had a lot to blog but Sha needs to use the computer to rush out her IH for Miss Ho. So laterz lovelies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; because I'm way too lazy to create a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very fun, especially after school.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were a bore, I wanted to fall asleep! :( But I couldn't of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after, had lunch with Fiona, BO and Tabitha!&lt;br /&gt;BO is getting really mentally unstable. She laughs for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slapping her awake. :)&lt;br /&gt;Fiona and BO left soon after and Jess came.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jess and Tabitha went to "Paris/London" (I don't know they're code names or something like it)&lt;br /&gt;And came back after a super duper long time!&lt;br /&gt;By then, Hid, Miyukz and Stella came already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the door gifts all over again! And Stella the wonder-woman, we were trying SO hard trying to remove the wood from each other and at the same time, trying to make sure WE DON'T BREAK IT and suddenly she says, "Eh I know how!" and removes it into 2 pieces in lightning speed. We were all staring agaped.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Stella is a wonder-woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Stella invented her own salute OMG hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;It's heckit funny and spastic. Tabitha was so annoyed she hit herself in the head with her palm and now Stella and Miyuki calls it the Tabitha salute.&lt;br /&gt;WHY. ARE. THEY. SO. FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've already packed everything for tomorrow, and surprisingly enough my bag weighs probably 0.00000001kg. It's unbelievably light!&lt;br /&gt;The blazer and court shoes are packed as well, but the thing is, I cannot find my camera charger! Dad's back tonight, because he's attending Commendation with Mummy tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;No camera for tomorrow :( How disheartening! But I will live, like what Sha said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4758039543071276692?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4758039543071276692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=4758039543071276692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4758039543071276692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4758039543071276692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/04/recap.html' title='The Recap.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2757590723018693720</id><published>2007-03-31T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:30:34.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend is here!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Charissa's throwing her birthday party at my place later.&lt;br /&gt;Mai Joon hired a clown, a magician and a puppet show act for her.&lt;br /&gt;Plus a JUMPING CASTLE to boot, in my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the previous night blowing balloons and decorating the house.&lt;br /&gt;The house looks crazy. It's filled with balloons everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;What a lucky &lt;s&gt;baby&lt;/s&gt; 6 year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was spent very busily.&lt;br /&gt;Left school early for commendation prac at St Andrew's Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that Be Thou My Vision is SO high!&lt;br /&gt;And yay I'm sitting next to Tabitha (: during the service!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have a blast talking. Ok, listening.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Commendation goes well! :D&lt;br /&gt;Left at 6pm, Eve sent me to Serangoon MRT (thank you eve!)&lt;br /&gt;and my mum picked me up. At like 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately rushed off to Sembawang, we had to go eat with Aunty Pras again.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so sleepy and dead. Man :/&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 10pm. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after school was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back because I didn't feel like going home.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Grace David about a lot of things, and I realize just how sad I could get.&lt;br /&gt;But Grace is an awesome person to talk to! She's real nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then Fiona came and we started talking (loooooong missed k!)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to watch Drama SYF practice again.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Loong suddenly came! So scary hahaha. But Mrs Loong is heckit nice, yes! -nods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've realized I still haven't lost the touch of reading people like books. HAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; People at the age of 15 are still very immature, so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyezz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2757590723018693720?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2757590723018693720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2757590723018693720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2757590723018693720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2757590723018693720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-is-here.html' title='The weekend is here!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8982522462311509772</id><published>2007-03-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:42:42.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life is so fragile.</title><content type='html'>I think I have a little bit of Schizo in me.&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to skipping school today (apparently i have slight fever as well now) and spending my day in utter boredom, my mind has concluded some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unexpected. You can never predict what's going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;It just happens, and when it does sometimes, it usually leaves a very bitter aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;And it usually hurts as well. I was pretty much struck with a loss of words, when I heard the news.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I didn't expect it, especially judging from how the conversation was steering from one of &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"how my handphone got confiscated"&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"i abhor my teacher for causing me to learn this revelation"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came off as a total pessimist. Tabitha said I'm a HUGE pessimist (especially with tests and what not).&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it. I hate how sometimes I can come off so negatively, because somehow I already understand how ugly the world actually is.&lt;br /&gt;How do I exactly offer comfort? I don't like to offer cheap comfort in situations where I know the consequences are dire. I hate giving out sympathy because I know what people want is empathy, and not the earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let the person know that be it with troubles or not, I will stick by them.&lt;br /&gt;Lending a ear, letting them know someone actually freaking cares (even when they're convinced nobody does)..... because in a world and age like ours, someone has to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my point. Life truly is fragile, with instances you'd wish sometimes to never learn about.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Ignorance is truly bliss. I don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm typing this. Let's just say I'm a concerned party, it's easier to digest it like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-8982522462311509772?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/8982522462311509772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=8982522462311509772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8982522462311509772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8982522462311509772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-so-fragile.html' title='Life is so fragile.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4839582555147524154</id><published>2007-03-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:45:40.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sick :/</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe! And water leaks out of my nose like a running tap.&lt;br /&gt;GET THIS: It's not even mucus!&lt;br /&gt;I called Ma (she's in bangkok) and she said if I'm still sick tomorrow morning I can skip school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9:30pm and I feel quite free because I've studied half of Chemistry already!&lt;br /&gt;And I don't exactly have WORK WORK to complete.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm arguing with BELINDA ONG, who refuses to blog, on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;BO IF YOU SEE THIS, UPDATE YOUR BLOG LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I MISS FIONA A LOT. Syf please end soon thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4839582555147524154?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4839582555147524154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=4839582555147524154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4839582555147524154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4839582555147524154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick.html' title='Sick :/'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1339198010162853613</id><published>2007-03-26T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:08:05.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>My dad's a pushover!</title><content type='html'>And I'm not saying that it's necessarily a bad thing xP&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was funn. Well pretty much anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing on Saturday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Marina Square (2 week in consecutive)&lt;br /&gt;Dad bought me backphone and a book.&lt;br /&gt;(+ including Grey's Anatomy Season 1 &amp; Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;We caught the 2nd Fashion Playground runway again.&lt;br /&gt;The models were not as good as the previous week's. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and you know what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt; FREAKING SAW &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ROGER REDERER&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;RAFAEL NADAL&lt;/span&gt; (+ all those pros) IN REAL LIFE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NOT EVEN THE TV!!!! He stood on the same ground Federer did!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMGZ okay! And he did NOT say anything AT ALL. He saw Federer having lunch (my dad's usual hang out spot) and walking around for many hours in dirty jeans and a casual shirt and DID NOT DO ANYTHING (i.e ask for autographs or a picture for his TWO DAUGHTERS WHO ARE FANS MAYBE!)&lt;br /&gt;Unfair! And he totally kept mum about it. He saw them in Dubai when they went for the Dubai Masters? (No wonder he came back with a whole guide on the players in the tournament)&lt;br /&gt;My dad said it was cheap and said if we wanted to go next year, "JUST GO LA"&lt;br /&gt;But I can't skip school for a week to see a tennis idol, can i? It's not even a liable EXCUSE at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and went to grand's for Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Pras (my aunt who i haven't seen since i was 3) visited. She lives in California, USA.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to go alone to visit her one time and have crazy fun.&lt;br /&gt;She was actually pretty nice and commutable. But I suppose I know why she's friendlier than usual. Adults, adults, adults -psht!&lt;br /&gt;But if she WAS always like that, then okay fine she's actually pretty funky. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Podium today. I wasn't supposed to do it!&lt;br /&gt;Stella that lauya pok made me do pledge! :(&lt;br /&gt;I still have this stupid phobia of not being able to say the Pledge properly. OMG I NEED TO GET OVER ITTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Essay Test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do narratives. I am horrid at those. Why can't it be PERSONAL RECOUNT or something along those lines?&lt;br /&gt;Narratives :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1339198010162853613?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1339198010162853613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1339198010162853613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1339198010162853613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1339198010162853613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dads-pushover.html' title='My dad&apos;s a pushover!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-5507057255581565604</id><published>2007-03-23T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:20:25.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I sprained my Muscle ]:</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy lately. Which is purely contradictory, because I can be spending one whole night reading away. Books are so addictive, reading is so therapeutic. -heart&lt;br /&gt;It calms me down, and I learn to focus on one matter alot.&lt;br /&gt;I usually am able to focus, but without the constant reading, I probably wouldn't be able to do it well. That day in class, Yu Lin was calling me while I was reading and I heard nothing. HAHHA&lt;br /&gt;I am good at tuning people out of my head. :) So says my very edgy mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I stayed back with Fiona because she had SYF practice, so I was watching it.&lt;br /&gt;They held it at the Dance Studio. It was FREAKING cold.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to grab a jacket lying nearby... but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;SYF Drama is soooo intellectual! I didn't understand it the first time I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny though. Long speeches as well, fighting for beliefs.. and something I'd like to call, bitch fight. (haha it was interesting though)&lt;br /&gt;The opening act was realll classy though. I liked it alot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goodness, I am missing the use of my right shoulder muscle right now.&lt;br /&gt;I injured it (don't know how), but the muscle hurts ALOT, so whenever I breathe in deeply/cough/laugh/sneeze/do anything that would need to use of that muscle, it HURTS LIKE HECK!&lt;br /&gt;And my ribs hurt as well :(&lt;br /&gt;Last night was bad, I was gonna skip school today (i couldn't freakin move), but I eventually dragged myself to the bathroom (albeit in painn).&lt;br /&gt;I need painkillers. What heals your muscles?&lt;br /&gt;I've also come to realise that I breathe deeply alot to sigh. MANN, new fact that I've never noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing that happened during Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;It was noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Yip: What is K? (Huei Deen and I heard it as, "what is gay")&lt;br /&gt;Huei Deen: Gay is happy!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Yip: Huh? I'm asking for the element, K.&lt;br /&gt;Huei Deen: Huh not gay meh?&lt;br /&gt;Becca Yip: K is Potassium&lt;br /&gt;Me: We heard you asking what is gay.&lt;br /&gt;Twins: Oh. HAHAHAAHHAa. (same time, same movement, same laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and in Twilight, there are a pair of twins with the names RACHEL AND REBECCA.&lt;br /&gt;It was so freaky okay! I told them and they were like..... O_o&lt;br /&gt;And then Rachel laughed. Rachel laughs at everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English got very Litty (as in Literature-ish) yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We did this story on Desiree and her baby. Sad ending, just shows how dumb and ego-centric men can get. They never learn, do they?&lt;br /&gt;Wasted death.&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I've realised that Mrs Tay is actually very nice.&lt;br /&gt;She's human enough to realise that Time is a factor of how much we are able to cover, and because we're her form class, she tells us all her stories and such.&lt;br /&gt;It was very funny and interesting, but I couldn't laugh today because I would have to compress my muscles for it to not hurt. ]:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tay likes to give nicknames to her colleagues, and the form teacher of her class will have a nickname alwaysss. :) Haha she's so funny sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Now Mr Low is "handsome man" and she said in the whole 2 years she has known him, he has never failed to surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tay: Mr Low is the only person who is able to pull of a shirt like that BLING IT ON one&lt;br /&gt;Class: -murmurs YEAHYEAH&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tay: Did you see him during SPORTS DAY?&lt;br /&gt;Class: Yeah we all saw him&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tay: And you know what's the thing. Mr Low's not muscular, and I know he's completely straight... but he has a body of a- (looks at us with those YOU-KNOW-WHAT-I-MEAN eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Class: Gay.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tay: Yeah la! I don't wanna say Gay but honestly I don't know how he pulls it off so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also Science Day. I'm tired out.&lt;br /&gt;I did Filtration station with a whole lot of others.&lt;br /&gt;It was so amusing watching Sec 1's who had no idea what they had to do, mess around and try and filter muddy water into clean water.&lt;br /&gt;HID CAME FOR ONE OF THE BATCHES! She came as the tourguide of SMPS :P&lt;br /&gt;She told them how to do it ok! Even when I told her cannot!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, and before that they selected the wrong apparatus, so she was like, "EH YOU ALL WHY YOU ALL START BEFORE I COME, IF NOT I TELL YOU ALL WHAT TO PICK ALR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha it was so funny alright. :P&lt;br /&gt;That was the best 10mins of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's coming home for the weekend tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the airport to fetch him. He bought me Grey's Anatomy Season 1 and I asked him to help me get my books (which are NOT AVAILABLE IN SINGAPORE for a month!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning an all-nighter. ;) We'll see how!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-5507057255581565604?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/5507057255581565604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=5507057255581565604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5507057255581565604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5507057255581565604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-sprained-my-muscle.html' title='I sprained my Muscle ]:'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1887700397193357624</id><published>2007-03-20T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:22:50.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Politics is a mind-boggling game!</title><content type='html'>I've read through Communist Russia's History once.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the dates and what not, but I basically understand what Communist Russia went through.&lt;br /&gt;Politics is a game. You play it well, lady luck will smile at you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Stalin is heck it smart, even if he's evil. He had great beginnings, but horrible endings.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that always happens with dictators eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenmin brought Twilight for me today! :)&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad :D We had 2.5 hours of free period today, so I read it until Chapter 6!&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny! I love reading. And I love Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;And then I would turn around randomly after finishing one chapter and tell Rachel and Becca about it.&lt;br /&gt;They would laugh at me whenever I laughed. Because the whole class would be silent, and yet you can hear my giggling. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohhh! And I watched Phantom of the Opera for the first time in my life on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;I initially thought PotO was a horror show.&lt;br /&gt;Until I watched the commercial. And it was....... a love story.&lt;br /&gt;I think the love expressed in the movie was very sadistic? (stupid christine btw)&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, I just think it isss. Zhenmin thinks I'm weird for thinking that way, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I also absolutely hate the character, Christine.&lt;br /&gt;FOR GOODNESS SAKE, if you love one man, STAY WITH HIM. Quit changing minds whenever you think of the "Angel of Music" just because your dad promised you there would be one.&lt;br /&gt;Because that would be ludicrously stupid. Even if you were seduced, it's not a valid reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I WANT A WAX SEAL! (No skullllz for me though)&lt;br /&gt;Wax seals are so cool you know!? I've read a DMHG FF before once, where the author wrote and described a Malfoy Wax Seal. Forest Green wax, glistering with a scripted M and a circle around it. That would just be so elegant!&lt;br /&gt;Are there even wax seals in Singapore anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an SS test today! I think I flunked it. :(&lt;br /&gt;Before SS test:- (while studying for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Ulindra!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Michelleee.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Do you know why even though the History textbook and the SS textbook is of same thickness, the SS textbook cost alot less?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Errr, no&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: It's because the SS textbook is just full of propaganda! The PAP just write good things about itself! Never write a single bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course lah! Who runs Singapore Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Er the government?&lt;br /&gt;Me: And who runs the government?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: The PAP la!&lt;br /&gt;Me: AH THEN? Of course since it already runs Singapore, the SS textbook sure write good one right! Where got people write bad things about themselves one!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Really meh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You don't believe? Okay Michelle, talk bad about yourself now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait wait okay don't. Just tell me about yourself now.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: I am a very good girl!&lt;br /&gt;Me: THERE! Where got people talk bad about themselves one, you see lah!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: WALAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: no suing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to History.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1887700397193357624?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1887700397193357624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1887700397193357624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1887700397193357624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1887700397193357624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/politics-is-mind-boggling-game.html' title='Politics is a mind-boggling game!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-4478201012058138783</id><published>2007-03-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:42:42.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Shoutouts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUDE!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that someone was there to listen to there. I was discouraged, upset, and possibly dejected. Thank you for sticking with me, for making me laugh, and for encouraging me, even when I kept looking down. :)&lt;br /&gt;You're the absolute best, and I can never stop laughing whenever I'm around you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you alot, best friend. Even if you don't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of whacked up conversations about haha yes, stuff. (species, cough cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;HID!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Memz! I am so thankful that I always have you with me, especially when I want to rant whenever nobody is around.&lt;br /&gt;Memz you are absolutely strong and I admire you so much because of that!&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged okay, I will always be here for you! I love youuuu!&lt;br /&gt;(don't worry my story you'll hear soon hahaha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-4478201012058138783?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/4478201012058138783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=4478201012058138783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4478201012058138783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/4478201012058138783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/shoutouts.html' title='Shoutouts!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-1283456292974885211</id><published>2007-03-19T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:34:26.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><title type='text'>First day of Term 2!</title><content type='html'>It is approximately 6 weeks to Mid Year Exams. (what a party pooper i know)&lt;br /&gt;I have to start revising! I have realised from previous experiences that 6 weeks is actually a very short time! :(&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'll be able to find sufficient time to actually study. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends flew by in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly enjoyed Friday, Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;It was the only 3 days of the whole week I actually could do whatever I wanted. :)&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I hung out with my family and Charissa. We went to Serangoon Gardens for lunch, then went to Hougang Point to buy ingredients for Rachel and Becca's present.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent doing nothing. And I love doing nothing. -heart HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was alright. I tried to get my books, but both Kino and Borders were OUT OF STOCK!&lt;br /&gt;I was like, WHERE GOT PEOPLE SO SUAY ONE!?&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold! Zhenmin has it and she's gonna lend it to me tmr! [: YAY ZHENMIN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hectic. School ended at 6pm! But it's the norm anyways :D&lt;br /&gt;I honestly did not expect to get Secretary position, but since I did, I believe God is asking me to step up and take that challenge, so I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCO 07/08, we can do it, and we will do it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-1283456292974885211?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/1283456292974885211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=1283456292974885211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1283456292974885211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/1283456292974885211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-day-of-term-2.html' title='First day of Term 2!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-8266610308088348058</id><published>2007-03-15T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:19:27.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Today was better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EDIT&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the book, Twilight very badly. Cherry said it's like a novel of VK.&lt;br /&gt;I want I want I want. Now I have to go and dig around for my lost $40 Kino Voucher. Grah :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2am yesterday, after watching My Date with a Vampire III and Quan Le Bai Fen Bai! And after talking to Nit. It's so funny talking to Nit!&lt;br /&gt;We have hour long talks about the most random things (com fixed, CABLE WONT CONNECT, studies, results ETC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nit:&lt;/span&gt; my lit 36/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nit:&lt;/span&gt; AHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nit:&lt;/span&gt; F9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; WRONG EMOTICON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; O_O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nit:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nit:&lt;/span&gt; OMG F***ING FUNNY (censored for viewer discretion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah, go imagine :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love My Date With a Vampire III! It seems like the most unlikely show ever for me to watch, but I love it! Confusing plot, even maybe just plain bad, but I like it!&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's quite hilarious to watch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to go back for Commendation Practice.&lt;br /&gt;Met Jer at very early 8.45 at the canteen, and Arlene came tooo!&lt;br /&gt;We practiced walking in, singing the songs and the actions.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I HAVE NO MUSICAL TALENT WHATSOEVER. I can't even catch RHYTHMS!&lt;br /&gt;I bet Hid and Dao Hui just wanted to whack me already. I don't know what's wrong with my head :( But oh welllllzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Serene after with Fiona. :D&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a doctor as well, he said I had mild inflammation of my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for food at Oishi for like 2 hours. Nooo kidding. It took us 20mins to ORDER, and 1hour + waiting for the food.&lt;br /&gt;But it was very funny talking to Fiona again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last 2 hours making the Yip Sisters' Present!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a few hours early but,: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RACHEL&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BECCA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two are the best twins I know of k :D Love you girlllllls truckloads&lt;3 I'm making them chocolate rice crisps, but I'm buying the ingredients tomorrow. But I made the container and the note, which took me TWO FULL HOURS + PATIENCE. (alot of patience!)&lt;br /&gt;The following results are a third attempt of a card. (THIRD OK THIRD!)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I wrote out on a rough paper what I was gonna write on the card, then I measured the length of a jar and the length of my handwriting (per strip). Divided it, and got the number of strips I would needdd.&lt;br /&gt;(I'M NOT EVEN A PHYSICS STUDENT YET I'M APPLYING PHYSICS HERE HAHAHA)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture011.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="270" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;After much measuring and cutting, I have the strips (on my very messy table no less)&lt;br /&gt;Then I coiled the strips around the jar and used the surgical tape (??? Don't ask me why I used that) and got a initial first rough idea how it would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture012.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="360" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the part of PURE PATIENCE, I removed the strips starting from the bottom and applied glue and glued them back into place again.&lt;br /&gt;And I got this!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture013.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="360" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made the cap to indicate their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture014.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="270" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wrote the note out on the lines and I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture015.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="360" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out pretty nicely for a first try, hahaha :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Picture016.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="360" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-8266610308088348058?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/8266610308088348058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=8266610308088348058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8266610308088348058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/8266610308088348058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-better.html' title='Today was better!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-5010999809826976409</id><published>2007-03-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:22:48.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>I will never ever go Blonde!</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a while, and I'm sporting a bad headache + flu + swollen eyes right now. ]:&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go see a doctor later.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been successful at all in trying to complete my homework at all.&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, when you're so busy, going to school almost everyday, and you sleep REALLY little, who effing cares about homework anymore. I can't even concentrate while doing Amaths!&lt;br /&gt;But I will kick this bad habit and start. Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Cheryl the day before this. We had a 2 hour long talk and debate about Animes and BLEACH(!!!) I love talking to Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;It seems like she's the only other person who really likes this kinda stufff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend and past few days have been spent going back to school for Rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;Kindness skit is finally over! I swear I have not done a more humiliating thing like it ever before.&lt;br /&gt;I had to frigging go BLONDE. I looked like a tranny :(&lt;br /&gt;And the make up was really thick! Eyeliners hurt alot, especially when you're trying to take them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the performance, I took off the wig.&lt;br /&gt;The performance was alright, but it was so rushed as well...&lt;br /&gt;But it's over. ITS OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 snapshots. None with WIG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Dsc00235edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/Dsc00235edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="270" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The earrings are literally 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/DSC00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/eulinndra/DSC00239.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="270" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The colours are really messed up in this one, but YAY Cherry! -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-5010999809826976409?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/5010999809826976409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=5010999809826976409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5010999809826976409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/5010999809826976409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-will-never-ever-go-blonde.html' title='I will never ever go Blonde!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-7207266733294298709</id><published>2007-03-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:06:02.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><title type='text'>March Holiday Homework</title><content type='html'>I have mountain high homework to complete!&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly insane, they want us to complete ALOT of homework in ONE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have school for the whole of next week and minus all the homework :/ (since i've alr going back on 4/5 of the days, what's the point right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March Holiday Homework:&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Report Writing Letter on Learning Journey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Persuasive Composition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book Review&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Amaths Assignment 11&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amaths Assignment 12&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amaths Revision Questions on Chapter 1 &amp;amp; 8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Article&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Chinese Compos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One full paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pure History&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presentation Project (status: unfindable)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Comparison SEQ&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;s&gt;Elective Geography&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bonus Mark on the DDT author&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pure Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;O level 10 year series 4 chapters&lt;/s&gt; (left: 1 chapter)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pure Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Worksheet! (I love Miss Lee!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comparison SBQ Question&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Grah. I think I might go mad.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a very busy and long week.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get started NOWWW. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-7207266733294298709?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/7207266733294298709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=7207266733294298709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7207266733294298709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/7207266733294298709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-holiday-homework.html' title='March Holiday Homework'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-3397994699667231641</id><published>2007-03-08T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:05:50.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Sports Day!</title><content type='html'>... &lt;s&gt;Finally a Picture Post! (Yes I know they're quite rare)&lt;/s&gt; gone because of the new rule and cos jessica threatened me to remove!!&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day was alot quieter this year but nonetheless fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;Except you can throw in "drama" this year. Quite a fair bit actually.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Cooke for winning! Tolley was 3rd. Fearon was last (from FIRST last year to..)&lt;br /&gt;A few of us (Addie, Miyuki, Jessica &amp; Sophie) did Finishing Line Judging.&lt;br /&gt;We had to write down the winner's names and runnn (ok we walked as well) to the announcing stand and give it to Mdm Yeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the shuttle bus from school in the morning and we only reached Clementi Stadium at 7:10am! And I reached school at 6:20 too ]:&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus with Jer and 15 other prefects, and we had a slight (MISSING PERSON!) case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think line-ups during Sports Day are forever messy.&lt;br /&gt;We have to squat because our monitress can't see us, and the grass on the field is wet.&lt;br /&gt;The leg muscles usually ache alot. ):&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was behind me today because Huei Deen wasn't there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rachel where's your other half? (Becca)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Oh she's in front marking attendence&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohic. Are you running today?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Yeah. 400m&lt;br /&gt;Me: 400m? Wait, isn't Becca running that as well!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Yeah she's running 400m for Gagebrown.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH. Shouldn't you run 100m or something! You know 400m Cooke sure win you know!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: I knowww ):&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh you imagine la, skarly later they say the names of who running 400m then hor they say, "Lane 1, Rachel Yip from Fearon. Lane 2, Rebecca Yip from Gagebrown." Wouldn't it be so weird!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Errr, actually it's Lane 2 &amp;amp; 3.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAH!? I anyhow say one! You two really next lanes?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Yeah HAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's so cute! -heart&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE DID GRAB MY FACE TODAY GRAH. &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a break during half-time. [:&lt;br /&gt;Jessica said Hid looked like a tick-tock because Hid was swaying at the Paramedic stand, LOL&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan gave us a whole packet of Warheads and Jessica and I took one.&lt;br /&gt;Miyuki grabbed the camera and wanted to capture our expressions while eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah like pictures are gone gone gone D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after break, it was 400m and 4x100m!&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice came in first and she didn't even sweat! Wah, she just sprinted and was totally fine man :D Beatrice's energy never runs out!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Becca came in 4th and 5th! :) So yay I gave them both hugs! -hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, Mr low was wearing a green shirt with SUPER HUGE BLINGS ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't read it at all (cos so shiny what!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mr low, what does your shirt say?&lt;br /&gt;Mr low: *turns around* Bling it on.&lt;br /&gt;Mr low: -BIG GRIN&lt;br /&gt;Me: BLING IT ON? HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: What a play of words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to mean "Bring It On".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sports day, Sha waited for me then we walked to Mac's with Addie and Jer because we had no lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up laughing until our stomachs hurt!&lt;br /&gt;It's very very amusing watching Jer talk about how Lisa (SHEEP!) gets 29/30 for her Chinese ORAL in Aussie (Jer says Lisa can't even pronounce her Chinese name properly) and Jer's experiences in the toilets of China.&lt;br /&gt;It. was. hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I will run now byebye.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of work to do and tomorrow it's back to THE routine. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Fiona please take care ok! &amp;amp; Get well soon asap OK DOKAY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-3397994699667231641?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/3397994699667231641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=3397994699667231641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3397994699667231641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3397994699667231641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-6267148371927916156</id><published>2007-03-05T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:07:51.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Netball Tournament</title><content type='html'>Today was a blast!, except that I'm already exhausted out to my eyes and it's only a Monday :/&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are half-closed right now. (NEED HOT WATER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised this morning in the car that I had to do podium today.&lt;br /&gt;TALK ABOUT FORGETFUL! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I did announcements and Praise the Lord!, Mrs Loong wanted to announce it herself, so I didn't actually do much.&lt;br /&gt;The mike was really soft though, so when I realised how to make it seem like it's louder, I started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathing into the mike&lt;/span&gt;. (not particularly a nice sound k!)&lt;br /&gt;And I honestly hate(!) how my voice sounds when I speak into a mike. I sound like a GUY! hoarse voice.&lt;br /&gt;But Addie was so cool, calm and collected HEH HEH. She did the pledge amazingly well.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the pledge at alllll. at allll at allllll at allll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Assembly, I found out that I had to emceeee with Sophie for the Netball Tournament, when I originally only had to help out with Prize Presentation. Jerlynn decided to swop without me knowing!&lt;br /&gt;So that meant I had to speak into the Mike twice in ONE day. Curse my luckkk.&lt;br /&gt;But I got to leave school at very early 12.05 :D So it was pretty ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Netball Tournament was so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Because we had to emcee, I was sitting with Sophie and Mr Teng (he was the teacher in charge of the emcees) right smack at the side of the court!&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be "professional and take a neutral stand" but as we went into the match, we couldn't help but just yell and shout for our school, lol.&lt;br /&gt;MR. TENG IS THE COOLEST TEACHER EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;He. Freaking. Watches. BLEACH(!!) Omgomgomgomgomgzxzx!!!&lt;br /&gt;It happened like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt; Ulinnn, now got no nice Animes to watch leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Huh.... what about Bleach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt; I watch until 117 alreadyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Teng:&lt;/span&gt; Bleach? I watch it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; :O :O :O ?!??! YOU WATCH BLEACH?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Teng:&lt;/span&gt; The Anime right? Yeah, I watch it. It's really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; YESSS IT ROCKS!!!!!! Especially the Soul Society Arc okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Teng:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah well. Bleach is really good, it's different from the others. Usually others tend to get draggy and really boring, but Bleach's plot is constantly very exciting and it never gets boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OMG EXACTLY!!! What episode are you at now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt; There are 117 episodes out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Teng:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, I'm at Episode 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Go and watch Episode 16 to 62? Around there. IT ROCKS SO MUCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Teng:&lt;/span&gt; Haha ok, I'm trying to get my wife to watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OMG Mr Teng you are officially the coolest teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, WHICH TEACHER WATCHES BLEACH HUHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I was so stumped! but yay :D&lt;br /&gt;And it was so funny because during the whole match, Sophie and Mr Teng doesn't know about Netball rules and such so they would be like "okay explain what is going on" whenever a blow for contact of block is blown.&lt;br /&gt;And it was so funn laughing with Sophie and cheering and yelling and going "NOOOOO" and all that jazz, hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well unfortunately St Margs lost to IJTP for C'div Champs.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the RGS vs IJTP for B'div Champs.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Teng was like, "I want RGS to win because I don't want IJTP to win both"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA, and Sophie's friend played GK for RGS and Sophie was in disbelief when she did a SPLIT in midair to catch a ball.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie went like, "OMG! Ulin did you see that! She did a split in midair!"&lt;br /&gt;Her friend's a ballerina, which explains why even though she jumps really high like all netballers do, she seems so gracious with her legs and what not.&lt;br /&gt;And the GS from RGS was so zai as well! DAMNIT ZAI ok!&lt;br /&gt;Her accuracy for the whole match was 93% (including rebounds).. and if we're talking points, 100%! (because there was no turnover even if she missed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tournament was such a highly adrenaline one :D&lt;br /&gt;It was really funnn!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mac's with Jer and Fiona after, and we talked about stuff and they helped me with my Science WB :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, good night for today! -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-6267148371927916156?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/6267148371927916156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=6267148371927916156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6267148371927916156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/6267148371927916156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/netball-tournament.html' title='Netball Tournament'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2955956482621508765</id><published>2007-03-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:05:48.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Talents of Nothing</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely the master of doing Nothing, which probably says alot.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was unproductive again.&lt;br /&gt;However I did revise quite a fair bit in my Amaths and Emaths, even when I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 1:30 on Friday night, after watching Quan Le Bai Fen Bai.&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Zhu's the bomb because he's so funny! Oh for Friday's episode, they had Fei Lun Hai over to play games. I'm not a rabid fan girl of Fei Lun Hai (honestly because I think just because they act in Hana Kimi isn't a good enough reason why they should be loved) (plus I feel that the taiwan cast of Hana Kimi really leads the whole original Hana Kimi plot DOWN)... BUT (before all you hardcore Hana Kimi fans kill me with much hatred) I have to say that Jiro Wang's acting is actually, entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the clip when Jiro Wang (goodness I don't know his name, he's acting as Nakatsu k... so Xuan Yi? or something along those lines) meets Julia for the first time and when he sees Julia kissing Mizuki (Er, the ella girl) he goes ballistic and proclaims with exuberating (no such word, i know) over-protectiveness and says, "something something can see and talk but no touching"?! (i forgot the exact words ok)&lt;br /&gt;OMG i couldn't stop laughing because his grammar was pure horrid, HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the whole sec 3 cohort will have to trot down to Toa Payoh netball courts and cheer our sec 2s on. ZONAL FINALS, apparantly.&lt;br /&gt;Yip sisters say that it's unfair because the year they won and played, the school did no such thing for them, lol.&lt;br /&gt;One conclusion: Mrs Loong is really really nice, hur&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school ends at 12:35, so I'm not particularly against it :P&lt;br /&gt;Usually school ends at friggggin 3:35 k! (Monday is a loooong day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week til school break! Hurraye.&lt;br /&gt;By next Saturday I will be in all beams, however I already am anticipating the amount of work and rehearsals I'm gonna have. Sigh :/&lt;br /&gt;Seems like this year my forte's in spotting STRESS before it comes. (what a talent honestly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my SS ]: (actually i just realised i can hand it up on tuesday instead...)&lt;br /&gt;NONONO I wont lose I will complete it by TODAY YESSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just have to convince myself now hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Betty later! I foresee much humor (i hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2955956482621508765?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2955956482621508765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2955956482621508765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2955956482621508765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2955956482621508765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/talents-of-nothing.html' title='Talents of Nothing'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-9005722627897065610</id><published>2007-03-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:48:13.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Handicapped Temporarily</title><content type='html'>There is just something with me, my feet, the ground and rain. They don't go well together at all.&lt;br /&gt;I fell down today, and landed on my tailbone.&lt;br /&gt;And just as I was walking down the steps, I was thinking to myself, "Better be careful, later fall down" and the next second, BAM! I hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid -.-, everyone got a shock :/&lt;br /&gt;EmbarrASSing to say the least. I just picked up my stuff and walked on. Omg ]: -dies from humiliation&lt;br /&gt;So now, I can't walk without feeling pain, I can't sit properly... and I can't sit the usual way I do. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Learning Journey. [:&lt;br /&gt;We learned close to nothing about Raffles (because we already knew most of the things) but I think we learned quite a fair bit about one another, especially as a class.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that girls can never get tired from taking photos. (NEVER!)&lt;br /&gt;It's just more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more! You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;But t'was funnn. [:&lt;br /&gt;It got especially funny when Eve started video-ing Zhenmin and Michelle doing the Mr Bean Dance, hahahahhaha! In Raffles Place mind you :P&lt;br /&gt;Then I joined and Eve was like, "I can't believe Ulindra just did that!"&lt;br /&gt;But it's was very very very funny and very very very retarded, hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Yuzhu at Heartland after. :D&lt;br /&gt;I was 15 minutes late! We headed to Popular to buy assessment books.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Mac's and ate lunch, Yuzhu told me all her stories about everything haha while I was doing Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;It was funnn, especially after not seeing each other for 3 whole months and not having a proper conversation about one's life, especially since her com is downnnn ]:&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like text-messaging either.&lt;br /&gt;But yay!, I looove talking to Yuzhu. She's the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took alot of pictures, but my phone's flat and the rest are in Tabitha's and Michelle's cameras.&lt;br /&gt;Later y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-9005722627897065610?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/9005722627897065610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=9005722627897065610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9005722627897065610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/9005722627897065610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/handicapped-temporarily.html' title='Handicapped Temporarily'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2271441260478335720</id><published>2007-03-01T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:49:12.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Miss Lim is back?</title><content type='html'>I'm updating because I stupidly hanged Firefox while loading HYD2.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to reload HYD2 again and it's gonna be a while I think. :/&lt;br /&gt;HYD2 is by far the best sequel of the whole HYD Series (tw/manga/anime/jdorama)&lt;br /&gt;The actors are not exactly drop-dead handsome or pretty, but they can act very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained the whole day today! I felt especially chilly during Chinese, because I sit right under the fan! And Rachel Lim said it was nice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and just right because she loves the cold.&lt;br /&gt;She was not wearing a jacket &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes are cold right now. ]: I hate it when my toes are cold!&lt;br /&gt;My feet has to be warm at all times, yessur -nods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Warm feet = Good&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll wear socks to sleep tonight, hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely put off with History class right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's by far one of my favourite subjects, yet all the factors to make it love it even more is just so horrid! Ugh. ]:&lt;br /&gt;I can already foresee the mountain high workload I'm going to have during the March Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back to class after English Hour, this happened: (I think it went something like this) (Note: It was also pretty noisy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; What bag are you bringing tomorrow for Learning Journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I'm bringing my sling bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; You're gonna bring your sleeping bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; My sling bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tabitha&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Miss Lim is back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tabitha&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; What what? What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Shh don't tell Tabitha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tabitha&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; What? Eve!! Tell me Ulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I said I'm bringing my sling bag tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tabitha&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Ohhh. What did Eve say then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; She thought I said I was gonna bring my sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tabitha&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it went something along the lines of something like that, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths was fun as usual. Mrs Khor is the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;I love Mrs Khor because she marked my retarded on-the-spot invention answer correct! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love Maths teachers who give method marks [:&lt;br /&gt;(even when your answer is already wrong aha!)&lt;br /&gt;She was teaching Partial Fractions today and I managed to get that super duper looong equation correct!&lt;br /&gt;Huei Deen got up to 9 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NINE!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; equations and she still couldn't solve it! And Mrs Khor could not find where it went wrong. (Actually she said Huei Deen's working is correct but somehow her answer is not the one on the whiteboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back after school to do S3 and then went for Kindness Skit.&lt;br /&gt;I have to act as a housewife who loves her emo daughter. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have to walk along Boat and Clarke Quay to see sculptures as our learning journey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite irritated with it because we don't even take Art as a subject! (Even though I really want to :/)&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Low won't be there because he has to be at ACS(i), so Mrs Rosy Lo is coming in place of him. He was so reluctant to tell us she was substituting because he knew what the reaction would be like, ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that tomorrow will be a happy day! :D&lt;br /&gt;Good night y'all. -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2271441260478335720?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2271441260478335720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2271441260478335720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2271441260478335720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2271441260478335720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/03/miss-lim-is-back.html' title='Miss Lim is back?'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-3021899077328165002</id><published>2007-02-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:51:48.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bye Miss Wee</title><content type='html'>I fell sick in school today, I think it was because of last night's events and because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was horrid today. It's been raining non-stop, which is plain weird because it's supposed to be hot like hell after CNY. :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm having flu and as of a few hours now, I feel like throwing up. Grahh, but I'm still going to school tomorrow. Well most likely anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, thanks alot Hid! I know it might not seem much to listen to me whine and complain, but I was really glad someone was there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you alot&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; as well! ]: It's saddening to see that we're not in the same class anymore, but Mornings are still always better with you and Starsha :D&lt;br /&gt;And THANK YOU FOR THAT HUG TODAY, it really cheered me up. I love you Memz! -add &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go out with Yuzhu on Friday to buy assessment books (Amaths and Emaths! Frawr, I will own you I swear) and hang out to study and eat lunch to catch up on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we will be able to meet up! Yessur -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School passed pretty well today, except for the whole flu thing... It was pretty okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue is so boring yet informative.&lt;br /&gt;I have to listen and pay attention really hard and if I don't, the next minute I'd be lost. :/&lt;br /&gt;Sucks when you suck at Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;But today I was helping Rachel Lim count the number of messages for Miss Wee's card.&lt;br /&gt;We were scrambling and Rachel was taking out her handbook to check who didn't write!&lt;br /&gt;We'd be like... "oh is it -insert name-?" and "no but i saw hers before!" and "really? where?" and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;It happens when you have 40 messages in random directions on an A3 paper. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wee left today. It was so sad because she is such an awesome teacher.&lt;br /&gt;3/4 really loves her, she made English lessons funn.&lt;br /&gt;She gave us all chocolates from Japan and we gave her our note. [:&lt;br /&gt;I hope she comes back to teach us again. Everyone would seriously be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During elective, Issie flipped through my handbook and laughed because I have this note on one particular day that said, "Hand Up Assignment 9 to Archana. Or, Kill Yourself." because I forgot to hand it up once and received a huge lecture from Mrs Khor the next day.&lt;br /&gt;So Issie added a pointer that said "Get ready Funeral :D" HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the school bell rang and we were dismissed, I ran to my sister's class wanting to tell her to wait for me. Class dark (aka they allllll left already!)&lt;br /&gt;Ran all the way to the bus stop and managed to get her to wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to class and Gloria was there as welll!&lt;br /&gt;So we left together and my sister blamed me because one 153 came and left, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished the same History Reliability Questions for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THAT THIS IS THE FINAL AND LAST TIME I AM EVER DOING THESE QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;I've done it so many times that I can already memorise my essay long answers!&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, they take at least one hour to complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. Night y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-3021899077328165002?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/3021899077328165002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=3021899077328165002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3021899077328165002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3021899077328165002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/bye-miss-wee.html' title='Bye Miss Wee'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-3833736984241926110</id><published>2007-02-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:06:13.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>$1000 meal.</title><content type='html'>I'm having a splitting headache right now. ]:&lt;br /&gt;It feels horrid, I can't think straight and there's this dull pain at my left temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the Arena and I absolutely love Kartik Aiyar!&lt;br /&gt;He's 15 but he looks like a small kid. But he is so intelligent that it astounds everybody!&lt;br /&gt;He was so concise, on the point and used great analogies. I absolutely absolutely absolutely loved the Zoo Analogy. It made so much sense and it was so simple to comprehend!&lt;br /&gt;It proved that debating not necessarily meant that you have to use big words to explain your stand, and that using simple words actually work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was so monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;However I have finally learned the essence of the meaning, "No pain, no gain".&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that God really taught me a great lesson about Life today.&lt;br /&gt;God taught me to count my blessings, instead of picking on what I do not have.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we get and earn is because of how much effort we put in, and not how lucky we actually are.&lt;br /&gt;I once read email attachment from my Mum about an interesting prophecy in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;It's was about the whole Israel war and all that jazz, but it did leave a very important underlying message, which was that There is absolutely no such thing as coincidence with God.&lt;br /&gt;God creates Your coincidence, Fate doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Gloria after school, and finished S3 and talked to Sarah Sahana about school, teachers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is such a laidback dudette y'knw.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda relaxing talking to someone like her once in a while. [:&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home with Gloria and my mum gave her a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria thinks my life is super short because I've only been to Compass Point 4 times, I've never heard of Cafe Kartel (sp?), I've only been to Raffles City 3 times and the first time I stepped into Marina Square was during the September outing with SA, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, I've had my first $1000 meal.&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely not worth $1000, in my opinion. The food wasn't even all that great!&lt;br /&gt;I bet Mai Hui felt the same as well k :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wee is leaving tomorrow. ]: Omg, ):&lt;br /&gt;I bet 3/4 is gonna miss her like heckkk. She's such an awesome teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Her values and morals are all right, and she is so intelligent, funny and comical.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would permanently teach us English okay ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 4 periods of Pure History today because Pure History girls have NO COMMON TEST (yes still gloating my dears)&lt;br /&gt;Reliability is still a very vague blur to everyone right now.&lt;br /&gt;I get it, yet I don't......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright gotta run now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-3833736984241926110?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/3833736984241926110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=3833736984241926110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3833736984241926110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/3833736984241926110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/1000-meal.html' title='$1000 meal.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-2477124438251869020</id><published>2007-02-26T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:36:22.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alterego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man I am exhausted. (Everyday it's the same thing, hur.)&lt;br /&gt;Today has been emotional roller coaster ride, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that the best things will come out from it. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend included me doing practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Except reading Chinese Manga(s) and trying to find something to keep me entertained...&lt;br /&gt;I literally put off all my homework until the very very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO COMMON TEST&lt;/span&gt; this week(!) Zero. :D It's the absolute best haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum came back from her conference in Swiz with loads of freebies.&lt;br /&gt;She brought back 2 huge bars of Lindt Chocolate (They are the best chocolate in the whole entire world!), New Unreleased Puma Perfume (which smells surprisingly nice), Anna Sui's to-be-released perfume "Flight of Fancy" (which smells very very peachy) and the best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Autographed&lt;/span&gt; Copy of Christina Aguilera's Album, "Back to Basics".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina has powerhouse vocals alright, and that album was mainly 1920-40s music of soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually really nice once you put it on loop, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught NBA on Saturday as well. Bulls v.s Wizards.&lt;br /&gt;T-vin told me a while ago that Ben Wallace left Pistons for Bulls okay ]:&lt;br /&gt;And when I watched the match, my heart literally fell... Ben Wallace really is in Bulls now!! -cries&lt;br /&gt;He's not even the circle defender anymore, he's more of a jumper defender....&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REALLY DOES NOT MAKE SENSE, because his forte is his BLOCKS (hello!?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really sad right nowww. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I won't mention about school today, but it was an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERRY, the thing that you want is &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/wuchun10cool" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you no longer have to pull out -CENSOREDDDDDDDD!- [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-2477124438251869020?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/2477124438251869020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=2477124438251869020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2477124438251869020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/2477124438251869020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-i-am-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-117224701134385050</id><published>2007-02-23T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:10:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was bad.</title><content type='html'>i feel so drugged! i can feel the HCl coming up from the stomach every 3 seconds. it tastes really sour, ewww ): hid, i think my wish of falling sick will finally be fulfilled! (extremely good signs of showing so) but what a lousy timing!&lt;br /&gt;i am bombarded with possibly a hundred and one things to do, and all i have is a few days! it's absolutely dumb luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was pretty alright today. kept saying, "i wanna go homeee" in class, rachel's already quite sick of me saying that everyday. so when i said it this morning during the first period, she said, "but you just came from home!" ahahhaa, she does have a point you know :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed back after school today with fiona and miyuki, because they wanted to train their soccer so as to avoid washing the P.E balls on 9th march. i don't get why the school needs so many people... just to wash balls. it's about 6 people per group, and eventually there will be 9 groups who will have to do it. sooo, 6 x 9 = 54, you don't need 54 people to wash balls y'knw. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel and nicolette came and joined us at the field, they're both professionals alright. i got hit on the back by nicolette's ram and i thought the pain would go away eventually, but i can still feel it now. it feels like i have a ball print on my back, ahahaha! it started to rain so we played badminton instead. i started feeling drugged thenn. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired, i really want to sleep until i feel happy. (haha virtually impossible) when i came home, sha told me that my dad was coming home tonight. which was unexpected, considering he just left on wed. :/&lt;br /&gt;so free fly from hong kong to singapore like no need money like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a massive amount of work work work work. grahhhhhh i wish i could just stab all of it right now and let it disintegrate in a black-hole. for i will never ever see it or remember it again, muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i misss my friends. particularly dude and yuzhu. i haven't exactly talked to them properly in a loooooong time. yuzhu!, please fix your com sooon ): i really miss ranting and whining with you ):&lt;br /&gt;now i've only got sms to communicate. and i don't like text messaging. it's highly annoying. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright byebye i shall indulge in my desperate sleep now. ciaooo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-117224701134385050?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/117224701134385050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=117224701134385050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117224701134385050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117224701134385050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-bad.html' title='today was bad.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-117206026776526525</id><published>2007-02-21T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:17:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i changed the font today!</title><content type='html'>i changed the font on the blog because the other was simply just too small for my 300 degree eyesight :) so helllooo palatino linotype. -nods&lt;br /&gt;this font gives off a very nostalgic vibe, hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so burned out! school was so tiresome today.&lt;br /&gt;matter-of-fact: we didn't even do much.. except get back more marks and marks and marks.&lt;br /&gt;pressure from not doing well perhaps. ahh i hate testssss.&lt;br /&gt;somehow when you do really well for one test and not so well for the other, you usually remember your failure than your achievement. which gives off a very un-motivating vibe to everything else in general. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yip sisters were not in school today! ah i missed them so much ]:&lt;br /&gt;so in the end i jotted down all the notes and stuff during the whole day and added a million and one side comments on what happened during said activity. ahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem results were a bummerrr. ]: i was really really disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;but then, most of us were. i guess. grahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i have to work alot on my chemistry. even when it seems like a subject easy enough to comprehend, i tend to become very vulnerable to careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;and we all know that careless mistakes are usually fatallll (to said grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know i totally screwed up bio test. omg, all the facts i was trying to jam into my brain didn't even come out! not even in the essay part okkk ]:&lt;br /&gt;i managed to come up with this super easy way of remembering the reason why the chinese leek bends outwards when cut into half.&lt;br /&gt;keywords: turgor pressure - expanding - stretching - water loss - restraint!&lt;br /&gt;elena and yulin were the fellow inventors of this method, mahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was insane. i think everyone probably knows why.&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, it is only this year i am able to concentrate and actually understand the words he's going through in class. weird...&lt;br /&gt;... and i don't want to think of a logical explanation why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a new desktop because this current computer is really old, has no space left (i clearly literally everythinggg), and is probably infected with viruses A - Z. (not kidding here!) and i killed my dad's com yesterday by doing.. i don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's com just will not load up. and it keeps going to the "start windows normally" page and then reloads back into that page yet again after given time and it just loops!&lt;br /&gt;i've tried everything i know, safe mode does not work, manual reboot doesn't work either, and i'm not too keen into reformatting the com because i don't know how and i don't want to waste time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;plus my kurosagi is all in that computer!!! ]:&lt;br /&gt;hence i conclude that i really need a new computer. except that my mum does not want to get me oneeee ]: so i will have to convince her.... somehow. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i bought my sister a birthday present. this is probably my first present ever to her, haha. even if it's belated, it's the thought that counts.... right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-117206026776526525?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/117206026776526525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=117206026776526525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117206026776526525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117206026776526525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-changed-font-today.html' title='i changed the font today!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-117189826273647571</id><published>2007-02-19T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:17:42.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY!</title><content type='html'>HELLO TO THE YEAR OF THE PIG. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty relaxing the past few days, but as of tomorrow, everything is back to the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;Studying, doing homework and DEFINITELY: studying for BIO TEST!!!! (ah i dnt want, i dnt want!! ]:)&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, the past few days have really been awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was. Happening. Eventful. :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know HOW ok, but people could tell that it was me even though I had PURE white paint on my face. (Jeanette said so!) I DIDNT EVEN LOOK LIKE ME! :/&lt;br /&gt;But the performance was alright I guess.&lt;br /&gt;We were super duper nervous before our performance.&lt;br /&gt;Typical worries about screwing up and what not, aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Exco Nom.,&lt;br /&gt;all I can say is that I hope I made the right choice. :)&lt;br /&gt;I will never know for sure (unless they are elected), but I truly hope it was the right move. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THAT I WENT OUT WITH FIONA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was so funn :D We waited for the bus to come for ONE HOUR ok. And all buses that came were PACKED that the bus didn't even stop! &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch, then Fiona went CNY clothes shopping, and then We went to Cine to watch Ghost Rider!&lt;br /&gt;We saw so many people we knew! We bumped into the 3e6 &amp;amp; 3e5 gang hanging around. Illegal Solicits ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELINDA ONG WAS THE BEST OK. We first met them at More than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda: "Eh you two here also ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah. You today never study meh?"&lt;br /&gt;Belinda: "TODAY IS CNY EVE EVE OK!!!! I TODAY WANT TO TAKE A BREAK OK!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okok! Take break. *sudden realisation* BELINDA ONG WHY IS YOUR FRINGE DOWN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Belinda: "AHA! Why! TOO BAD LA, PREFECT NO UNIFORM CANNOT CATCH!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Idiottttttttt. Pin up your hair la!!"&lt;br /&gt;Belinda: "NOOOO WAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ghost Rider was awesome!!! Thrilling like hellll :D But also a little scary (i guess)&lt;br /&gt;Fiona and I realised WE WERE THE ONLY GIRLS IN THE WHOLE CINEMA.&lt;br /&gt;And we freaked out. She said we were "drowning in a sea of men" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well there's a 'girl' there... I think it's a girl"&lt;br /&gt;Me: -looks carefully&lt;br /&gt;Me: (disgusted) "Except she is making out with her boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;Fiona: "Aha! You know alot of couples come to the cinema to make out??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "FIONA!!! We are the only girls remember!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Fiona: "Yeah... unless that 'girl' is a guy and they're making out.... AHEMMM"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HAHAHAH SICK!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later a few girls came in. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie, we walked around then went to Taka for Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It was really funnn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is quite alright, but boring as well.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever really treats FAMILY for FAMILY..&lt;br /&gt;Gambled, played Mahjong and all that jazz. (my luck sucks aha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I am extremely satisfied for today because I finished Kurosagi!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was telling HuiYing about me being the suayest person in the whole entire world.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE,&lt;br /&gt;Who ever starts a show the previous day and continues the next day only to find it REMOVED?&lt;br /&gt;SUAY LIKE HELL PLS!! And nobody uploaded it anywhere else!!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;So I had to dl it and do ALOT of configuration because my computer has less than GIG of space left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I FINISHED IT YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;I love Yamapiiii!!!&lt;3 HE IS SOO CUTEEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;And his hair absolutely rocks in Kurosagi haha. In Stand Up!! and Nobuta, his hair (dyed brown) really isn't all that nice.&lt;br /&gt;and Yamakiiii is such a cute couple ok!!! I've been watching all MV's in youtube like some rabid fangirl. FON (go figure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bye for now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-117189826273647571?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/117189826273647571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=117189826273647571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117189826273647571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117189826273647571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='CNY!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-117145060507259327</id><published>2007-02-14T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:56:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for this week to end. :D Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;This week was very very eventful. (which week isn't, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;and I'm dead tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the love! woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I am done with all my tests for the week. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been so awesome this week.&lt;br /&gt;I can just feel it. :) He has definitely been there for me every step along the way, and He is definitely guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned alot about people this week.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly more, than what I already know... which is not exactly good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Picking up after people sure isn't fun k, but I have realised that it does have its own benefits as well. I just hope it ends at there. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll accept it as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hooked onto HYD2 on Sunday!! BELINDAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong time, totally wrong! But I just loved the sequel!&lt;br /&gt;Even if Matsumoto Jun is terribly ugly (no offence to any of his fans though!), when he is clueless it's actually pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best sequel to HYD, that's for sure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh erm, I passed Chinese! YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low KK was effing mad while giving out the papers because alot of people failed even though he set the paper to easy? (NOT EASY LA!!)&lt;br /&gt;And Compre MCQ was super duper hard.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel (lim) GOT FULL MARKS OK!!! From tyco-ing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Low: "shui na man fen de, wo zhi dao ni ban you yi ge na man fen" (Who's the one with the full marks?, I know somebody in your class got full marks.)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel (lim): -raises&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Low: "na na na ni men kan la! ru guo ni you du shu de hua, zhe ge yi dian mei you nan lah!" (You all see lah! If you even bothered to study, it's not even hard!)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel (lim): "er lao shi, wo shi cai de dao man fen de." (Er, I guessed my answers)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Low: "huh?! ni cai de?! wa!!! ni de fu qi hen hao ah! na li you ren cai dao man fen de! wah." (What, you guess it? Your luck very good ah! Where got people guess until full marks one!)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel (lim): -giggles&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Low: "ni you bai shen ma? shi bu shi ni bai shen gei ni hao ma de!!" (Did you pray to God to ask him for numbers [to your compre]?)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel (lim): "mei you la, mei you la!" (I never la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, Laoshi totally let Rachel not pay attention to do CNY Decorations!&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the lesson, her table had ONE huge pile of fishes, lanterns and boxes, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths is a waste of time, sorry but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand anything! It's seriously horrid.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU NOT GET GRAPHS ULIN, WHY WHY WHYYYY!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths is confusing, because the formula just gets more and more confusing as time goes, but I THINK I AM SLOWLY catching onto it.&lt;br /&gt;I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHEM I LOVE CHEM I LOVE CHEM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biooo. ): I broke a test-tube and I had to pay 40cents for it.&lt;br /&gt;Theresa was in the state of shock when I broke it k. ):&lt;br /&gt;SORRY. I think I'm starting to re-hate Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY FLUNKED ELECT GEOG TEST OK.&lt;br /&gt;I am not even kidding anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE last week was funny :D&lt;br /&gt;We were bored and sitting around, waiting to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dhanya, what's your CCA?"&lt;br /&gt;(I asked because she has that baller look.)&lt;br /&gt;Dhanya: (apparantly she said) "Girl Guides" (but I heard it as) "I'm quitting Girl Guides"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You're quitting Girl Guides? Then what's your next CCA?"&lt;br /&gt;Dhanya: "Girl Guides"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? You're quitting Girl Guides for Girl Guides?"&lt;br /&gt;Dhanya: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha: "She said she quited basketball for Girl Guides lah aiyo!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OHHHHH. Yeah I was thinking that she has that baller look."&lt;br /&gt;Zhenmin: "B-baller look."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah. B-baller."&lt;br /&gt;Zhenmin: "Dhanya looks like a Bee that's why there's a B infront of the Baller! :D"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? -gets it"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Zhenmin!!"&lt;br /&gt;Zhenmin: "Heeehee!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha fell sick last night and didn't need to go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I NOT FALLING SICK, WHYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have an overwhelming urge to just watch dramas until my eyes pop.&lt;br /&gt;Cya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-117145060507259327?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/117145060507259327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=117145060507259327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117145060507259327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117145060507259327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-week.html' title='Another week!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-117084811424954641</id><published>2007-02-07T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:35:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okok a real post. The week has been very very hectic.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling very upset about the previous weekend... and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But w/e, I'll get over it sooner or later. I don't have time to moan or anything :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's away the whole week, so I have to take the bus myself every morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get up at 5.10! It really drains all my energy and I have to resort to burning my eyes awake AGAIN. I don't like it because it's hot (haha what else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling sick with cough and the occasion runny nose. But lately I've been having really bad headaches. I think it's because of the sleep + no sugar to burn wahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I also think there's something wrong with my brain. I can't spell SUPER DUPER simple words like "passionately" anymore. Last time it would just be the finger typing by itself (ok i know this sounds weird + freaky + bells are going off in your head) but I am a visual-IZER, and my phonics is pure horrid so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I first spelled it as "passtionately"&lt;br /&gt;Then "pastionately"&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up and right clicked the correct spelling in MS Words.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to fail my compo. I can already foresee it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of grades, I failed Chinese. HAHAHHA By 7 marks.&lt;br /&gt;Which I thought was erm, ok? Because I was planning to fail like F9-style.&lt;br /&gt;I think 43 is a E8? So yeah, BETTER THAN EXPECTED (haha what rubbish).&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, if you DID see my extreme rant on the test... you'd understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I passed that English CT I said I was going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;And for the next English CT I got an A2, which is pretty okay I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;AH AH and Bio! The one I studied 4 hours for. BARELY scraped an A1. But I'm pretty satisfied for now, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Low's very easy is very hard." -quote somebody who said this.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand the meaning of that -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to the Twinnnns. :D&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Becca are so funny together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chinese Class, we just got back CT results:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: "Ulin! Tell Becca to go to Laoshi and correct her marks NOWWW!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh why?"&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: "Laoshi added extra marks for her! When she's only supposed to get *insert number*!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Really ah Becca?"&lt;br /&gt;Becca: "Yeah he marked this question wrongly"&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: "Yeah, SEE! Becca Yip! YOU BETTER DO THE RIGHT THING AND OWN UP AH!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's his fault that he marked wrongly also what"&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: "You are supposed to side with me!!!! Not her!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Becca: "HAHAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Lim (My Chinese class partner): "RACHEL I'LL SUPPOSE YOUUUUUU"&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Yip: "At least SOMEBODY supports me." (hate-glares at  me and becca)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Lim: "YAY I SUPPORT YOU!!!.. But er, support you in what?"&lt;br /&gt;Becca &amp; Me: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I firmly believe they have twin telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;Their behavior, actions and expressions are IDENTICAL.&lt;br /&gt;But that's what makes them so incredibly fun to hang out withhhh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel (lim) lent me her Hoshi No Koe. Very touching book, though I wish there was actual interaction between main leads. Like in real presence and not TEXT MESSAGES. But I suppose it leaves a very deep after-thought. :)&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have nooo idea what Mr. Low KK is teaching sometimes. I had tuition today with Laoshi and half of the words he said were of a different meaning! (my sis says her chinese lessons are a waste of time lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out a day or so ago that Starsha, Rachel (lim) and Laoshi can read Hiragana (One of the three verbal Japanese language) I AM GONNA LAY MY HANDS ON PS ASAP. I WILL I WILL I WILL. When I have the time. Which is possibly never. (hahaha I contradict myself wayy too much sometimes :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lessons seem very very caught up. It's like we are being bombarded with so many things at one time. Just as we finish Persuasive Text, we start with Formal Letter! (Not including Newsweek + Journals + CME Presentation + Library + Reviews + Testsss)&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that in all years of learning English, this is actually the most stressful!&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year's english class to be... actually quite free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths lessons are WORSE. Mr Soh is gone for the week because of his course training, so Mrs. Lee is taking over. AND SHE STARTED ON GRAPHS. (the ultimate bain of my entire existance, also known as, I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!!!) I do not understand a SINGLE time about Graphs. I REALLY DONT UNDERSTAND IT!!! ): ): ): I hate being the only loser who does not comprehend the simple fact that "y = mx + c" and please don't say "just memorise lah, don't bother with the rest" because I AM NOT THAT KIND OF PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;I need to understand to absorb. Sometimes I really hate me.&lt;br /&gt;My mum thinks it's ridiculous that I FAILED GRAPHS last year thanks.&lt;br /&gt;She was thinking I would fail something more... FAILABLE??? (i.e algebra perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Er ma, I have to tell you something."&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "This concerns my test results."&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "What did you do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: "I... I.... I........... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum: "You what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat bolded x3)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I failed.."&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "YOU FAILED?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "What did you fail? Your Chinese again ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No.... I FAILED MY MATHS"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "YOU FAILED YOUR MATHS?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah I failed graphs ):"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "GRAPHS?!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the rest is self-explanatory. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths lessons are ridiculously funny. I love Mrs. Khor&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't exactly like doing looong tedious equations with huge and complicated methods because I am lazy and I love doing quick equations, but she really made everything pretty much absorb-able. The only flaw would be that she teaches like a bullet train, wahhaa but I suppose it's still okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;And Michelle (who is a perv) always gets Mrs. Khor piping mad, but the whole class roars mad with laughter about the hilarity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Khor: "I think by the end of this year I will go nuts teaching your class"&lt;br /&gt;Shalini: "No Mrs Khor, you should say by the end of this term!"&lt;br /&gt;Someone else: "No, by the end of this week!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "No lah, it's not so bad what!"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Khor: "YOU MEAN THERE'S WORSE?!??!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Whole Class: "HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio lessons are still quite alright. Mr. Low is very lamely funny, in his own way.&lt;br /&gt;When he ticks you off, HE'S SMILING.&lt;br /&gt;His excuse? "HEH HEH Must stay positive!" (all the while still smiling ok!)&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Low's most commonly used phrase, "I always tell _____" (fill in the blanks, it differs from time to time. usually it's either '3/6' or 'your seniors')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Chem! I still think Chem is the BEST science out of the three.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Bio + Physics. I just don't like Physics more. =D&lt;br /&gt;I like Miss Lee. She is so thorough and clear about everything. Everything is clear cut and she clarifies ALL OF OUR DOUBTS, which is very very good! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I finally GET Chromatography. I didn't get it how the spot moved last time, but THE SPOT REALLY MOVES OK! Like magic. Except the magic in this case is the 0.1% concentrated sodium chloride solution. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure History is alright I suppose. :/&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually like Mr. Chong more as a teacher. He can teach, and his examples are good because they give us the whole idea of the concept and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I. Just. Don't. Like. The. People. In. The. Class.&lt;br /&gt;Not elaborating any further. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elect Geog is alright but since Mrs Koh is back, MISS CHIA IS GONE ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;I like Misss Chiaaaa D: I'm really really upset she isn't teaching (any) class anymore, because she is transferring ): WALAOZ, Miss Chia is good ok!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it is because of her that I managed to get the chance to even participate in the Japan Essay thing. ):&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Koh's teaching is good as well, her examples relate more closely to our life (as teens), so I suppose the concepts are clearer and we actually understand what she's explaining because we are going through it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg one hour has passssed! D: Ok, back to studying my chinese!!!&lt;br /&gt;Byebye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-117084811424954641?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/117084811424954641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=117084811424954641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117084811424954641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117084811424954641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/okok-real-post.html' title=''/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-117058287532249427</id><published>2007-02-04T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:54:35.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>The weekend sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything that happened, nothing good happened AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Saturdays. I feel that Saturdays are redundant.&lt;br /&gt;The point of the whole term Saturday is to have a day to take my mind off the rest of the already messed up days of the week and yet Saturdays just adds more internal stress than EVER before.&lt;br /&gt;And just because my dad is back this week (yet again), I have to be dragged around like a stupid rag doll? Guess what's the most productive thing ever to them- Sitting in a car for 3 wonderful hours, fully knowing I have LBP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SORRY, I HAVE WORK, SO UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE A BEAUTIFUL F9 ON MY BLOODY REPORT CARD, LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four tests next week, it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;I get blamed when LAO-SHI doesn't turn up because SHE is sick. WTH? I don't like being pissed off whatsoever, but this is really PUSHING THE LIMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care anymore if people call me suicidal or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME: how to NOT be suicidal or depressed whenever I talk to these people called my FAMILY, they yell at me, they curse me and insult me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a naive or ignorant child, I know what I am doing. I know how adults operate, because humans are pathetic and simple to tell. They conform and every time they do things for their own benefit because to them, "time is so bloody precious that i can't waste a single drop of it on my child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO KIDS WHO HAVE PARENTS TO CARE, FEEL BLESSED. A stupid fight over stupid things does not constitute as, "I hate my Mum" because then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; would need a wake-up callllll. At least they care enough to fight OR reason with you. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT.&lt;br /&gt;It beats having a mum who points fingers at you and yells at you for NO reason whatsoever. (She got mad at me because I didn't sit at the same table as her. GO FIGURE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo anyway, the highlights of this weekend would probably be:&lt;br /&gt;1) My mum getting super pissed off at me because I didn't sit at the same table as her for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;2) They said I needed an attitude check.&lt;br /&gt;3) I described my mum for who she really is to my dad with her listening to everything. (not that i care, neither does she.)&lt;br /&gt;4) She said I was "so bloody rude"&lt;br /&gt;5) She severed all ties with me. "unless you treat me like your mother you can expect nothing out of me" (i didn't even DO anything TO HER.) (this is unrelated to point 3 as my dad initiated the question, not me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine just how bitter I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll delete this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-117058287532249427?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/117058287532249427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=117058287532249427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117058287532249427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117058287532249427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-117033957826223200</id><published>2007-02-01T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:19:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't give us a chance.</title><content type='html'>I absolutely hate how adults judge with their heads and their perception and stereotype us "children". When we try to do something, we are only recognized by our faults and not what we have achieved.&lt;br /&gt;Because to them, everything we do is futile or insignificant/worthy of their praise. Every single older person would say that what they've gone through when they were young is nothing compared what they are going through in the present. And yet when you look back at the exact same matter a year later, you'd say that the past (present) is nothing to compared what you are going now (future) yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike cynical people. And yet they tend to be the more senior of people. Because of this cycle? Perhaps, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely hate it when people compare situations or scenarios between one another. If a person wants to complain, please do not add the phrase, "I also" or "I'm going through worse" because honestly, you are NOT going through worse. (You would not know the exact feeling of the person, even if you have been through it before, simply because: YOU ARE NOT THE PERSON) When a person is complaining, the least the other party could do is LISTEN. Why do you think the other person is whining? Because she wants somebody to hear her problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems are endless. But your true friends are only but a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate typing sad and stupid posts like these, because they don't exactly make me feel good or cheer me up... grahh i'll probably delete this tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-117033957826223200?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/117033957826223200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=117033957826223200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117033957826223200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/117033957826223200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-dont-give-us-chance.html' title='You don&apos;t give us a chance.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-116991190053633396</id><published>2007-01-27T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:31:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADRIAN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years old already ah. OLD ALR AH.&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2007 blesses you in everything you do and everything goes smoothly for you yes? =D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MY DEAR COUSIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Come back to Singapore soon please :D&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/22387623-116991190053633396?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/116991190053633396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=116991190053633396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116991190053633396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116991190053633396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-116991081972830867</id><published>2007-01-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:13:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying is addictive.</title><content type='html'>WOOHOOOO!!! Serena Williams won Australian Open!!! YAYE :D Anybody's better than Sharapova I tell you :P (sry to all sharapova fans)&lt;br /&gt;Serena really improved, her control is getting much better.. and her outlook on the actual sport has improved, I think? I mean last time it was like a chore for her to hit the ball, but now I think it's more positive.&lt;br /&gt;Also, her forehand winners are like fwarrrrr. The game went by so fast alright. 6-1 6-2. The game was mainly on who was MORE aggressive, who tried to take control of the game and stuff. But yaye she won. :D&lt;br /&gt;But I still don't agree that wearing BIG FAT HOOP EARRINGS TO COURT IS A GOOD IDEA. I tried before and it's super distracting. Everytime I'm just wondering whether or not it will fly off. (scary feeling really) But Sha says she's probably already used to it, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off so horribly. I fought with both my mum and Sha.&lt;br /&gt;My mum called me a liar because she said I cancelled tuition to sleep and not study. (SHE WOKE ME UP AT NINE AM ON A SAT TO GO STUDY THANKS)&lt;br /&gt;I really really really hate it whenever it gets to that point, because whenever I do the slightest wrong thing she yells at me like it's a never ending tomorrow, but when Sha does the EXACT same mistake, my mum doesn't even make a COMMENT on it. I pointed it out once to her, and i got yelled at again.&lt;br /&gt;And my sister refused to believe that I got food poisoning from eating EXPIRED FOOD, she seriously doubted me. So she went on and sent me hate messages through SMS. :/&lt;br /&gt;I SRSLY GIVE UP TRYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied for 5hours and 22minutes today. NON STOP. It's getting so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;I finished most of my work and studied Bio for 3 hours+.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to like Bio... well at least more than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my mum finally bought me a track pants. :D&lt;br /&gt;DNT LAUGH BT, I DIDNT KNW WHR TO GET ONE HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked around in class:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jane where did you get your track pants from?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Oh I got mine from Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh... Eve where did you get your track pants from?&lt;br /&gt;Eve: Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHH WHY IS EVERYBODY'S TRACKPANTS FROM OVERSEAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tabithaaaa where did you get your track pants from?&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha: Oh. Erm, Giordano.&lt;br /&gt;Me: YAY IT IS IN SINGAPORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye for now!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-116991081972830867?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/116991081972830867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=116991081972830867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116991081972830867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116991081972830867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/01/studying-is-addictive.html' title='Studying is addictive.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-116956334538355961</id><published>2007-01-23T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:42:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grahhh</title><content type='html'>I feel so horrible! I suck at being a friend. :(&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to slow down, stop and listen. I need to listen to people talk about their troubles now and not be so caught up with my own. Rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry my friend! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start using a phone. To call. Sms-es do not work anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-116956334538355961?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/116956334538355961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=116956334538355961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116956334538355961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116956334538355961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/01/grahhh.html' title='Grahhh'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-116947062787583618</id><published>2007-01-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:57:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustedddd.</title><content type='html'>Man I'm tired (here we go again)&lt;br /&gt;I am so tempted to sleep at 9. Yes N-I-N-E. I absolutely hate feeling lethargic in the morning. It really makes me want to just cry and GO BACK AND SLEEP. For good.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is so essential yet deprived. The world has seriously twisted many of its values since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should continue with my work or not.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so messy, and I haven't heard any reply whatsoever, neither have I been contacted about the current situation. It just seems like a waste of my time right now.&lt;br /&gt;And as we all know, Time is so so precious at this point.&lt;br /&gt;(I hope they settle the mess asap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has more or less settled into a cycle for now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it stays. And right now, I absolutely dread Pure History class, even though I love the subject itself. I suppose everyone knows WHY I don't exactly like the class anymore. (It's pretty obvious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like English, somewhat. Theory is still very monotonous to me, be it with an interesting teacher or not.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wee loves being organised and she always always plans what she's going to do for the next lesson/week. Which I suppose is good, but then the focus on different topics would be soo, vague? I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;She said that when she taught her Japanese students, she could let them listen to Britney Spears and watch English movies. AHH, How cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;I wished the media industry wasn't screwed and tabloid-ty right now. Maybe then we'd actually get the chance to watch some different movies like what her previous students did. (HOHO, fat chance I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emath is grahhhh. Mr Soh is super nice, funny etcetc (plus all good points alright) but I really really dislike it when he tries to give examples. Because then I don't understand anything at all. And then I feel like an idiot. So then I will ask either Huei Deen or the Twins to explain it to me. Hence making me a greater nuisance to them. (See the huggggee chain reaction? I know right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy. I just want to lie down at some random place and sleep my daylights out.&lt;br /&gt;It's 8:55. I have 5 minutes to decide whether or not I'm going through with it, hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-116947062787583618?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/116947062787583618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=116947062787583618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116947062787583618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116947062787583618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/01/exhaustedddd.html' title='Exhaustedddd.'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-116920980102569323</id><published>2007-01-19T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:30:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HINOKIOOO</title><content type='html'>I am beat!!! Today was really funnn. (esp after school)&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesdays are the most tiring days in the whole week (especially with all the P HUMS) and what not, while Wed, Thurs and Fri are less tiring.&lt;br /&gt;But Mon and Tues really drains youu of allllll your energy, so I usually wake up feeeeeling VERY VERY tired. Even if I sleep at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, I burn my eyes with hot water. Every morning. HOHO, because my eyelids don't want to open what!! Hopefully nothing else happens to my eyes, teeeheeeheeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Nit found out she lost her wallet. So we (fiona, arlene &amp; i) walked around the WHOLE school, first to her class (lol, she nearly did something wrong HAHAHAHA, by accident!!! LOL) then we walked to the general office to file a LOST REPORT, then we walked to the DNT room, then to the design studio and then i went to the staff room and nit was feeeeeling so depressed! (because all her cards were inside there la)&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Fiona and Nit how my sister bows and they burst out laughing. They ended up doing it every time a teacher came out from the staff room. LOL, we were giggggling all the way. And when there was no teacher, Nit went:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOOD AFTERNOON MOLECULES (in the air)"&lt;br /&gt;MAHAHAH, so funny ok!!&lt;br /&gt;And in the end we found out she passed her wallet to Grace to hold, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Renaldo's to snackk with Grace &amp;amp; Bahar and then Nit and them lefttt.&lt;br /&gt;Then I talked with Fionaaaa and then we left. :D&lt;br /&gt;Awesome way to end the week ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my CME presentation + Amaths to complete! And a maths MRT on ALGEBRA (oh the horror) on Monday. I need to re-learn how to simplify stupid equations. My algebra is probably 0/100 HAHAHA (i realise i am algebra-stupid...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is back til Monday.&lt;br /&gt;He managed to get me HINOKIOOOOO, the movie I've been searching for so long!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Hinokio is about this boy, Satoru who has withdrawn from the world because his mum recently passed away and to get him to open up, his dad made him a robot which will help him show the world from a device (through a tv screen in his room) Then he gets bullied and finds a friend in this girl, Jun?&lt;br /&gt;THE WEIRDEST THING IS THAT HIS LOVE INTEREST IN THE MOVIE IS NOT HER. (?!?!??! Eh, makes no sense ok!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor Cook Islands tonight! Love Yul love yul love yul!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you T-VIN for sparking my interest in itttt. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-116920980102569323?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/116920980102569323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=116920980102569323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116920980102569323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116920980102569323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hinokiooo.html' title='HINOKIOOO'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22387623.post-116912285145413455</id><published>2007-01-18T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:20:51.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYE!!</title><content type='html'>Absolutely positively ecstatic today :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sooooooooo much to Fiona, Nit, Cherry and Alyssa!!! (ESP NIT!!! THANK  YOU SO MUCH OK!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona said Miss Noraini's reaction to my presence is one of a kind funny LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye :D I have work to complete by next week, a presentation + mighty fun Amaths to complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE AMATHS! It's sooooo fun!! Plus it's mainly following concepts and styles.&lt;br /&gt;And I declare the person who invented the Inverse Matrice the boredest person in the whole world. :D (DO YOU KNOW HOW COMPLICATED IT IS??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have one thing left to do. SIGH, this thing needs my perseverance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22387623-116912285145413455?l=dradramama-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/feeds/116912285145413455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22387623&amp;postID=116912285145413455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116912285145413455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22387623/posts/default/116912285145413455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dradramama-.blogspot.com/2007/01/yaye.html' title='YAYE!!'/><author><name>U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03062267880523248997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
