<?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-756925354044706570</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:33:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la parisienne♥</title><subtitle type='html'>cause' life's like this</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7885843873660882790</id><published>2009-10-25T19:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:33:30.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm moving to &lt;a href="http://tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; cause blogger's fucked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulletproof-.tumblr.com"&gt;http://bulletproof-.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link if you wish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye all, mwah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7885843873660882790?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7885843873660882790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-moving-to-tumblr-cause-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7885843873660882790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7885843873660882790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-moving-to-tumblr-cause-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5917289221360483260</id><published>2009-10-25T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:52:40.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry you had to find out this way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sorry you had to find out, what he's been saying about you behind your back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sorry you had to find out while thinking it has been a great day, half the world thinks you're a loose slut.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sorry you had to find out from one whom you had never known.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm so fucking sorry for you because as much as how he's been a jerk, you're still not over him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5917289221360483260?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5917289221360483260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sorry-you-had-to-find-out-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5917289221360483260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5917289221360483260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sorry-you-had-to-find-out-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6504346636141274329</id><published>2009-10-23T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:24:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And if you think skipping mural painting courses in school is great, I thought so too. This is the shit I have to put up with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joey, Szeling and I headed to Vivocity's Daiso intending to get the witch hats for Halloween. Sadly they were sold out, so we decided that we should get lunch since we were all crazily hungry. Throwing our belongings onto the seats in LongJohnSilvers, we queued up behind a couple of customers since only one counter was serving.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went over to the front to take a look at the menu since I haven't had my damned spectacles on. It was then, I jumped when a guy in orange called out the second in line from the first counter, in a raised voice, to take his orders. For fuck's sake, do I look that bloody invisible to you? But I let it go, since I still wasn't sure what I wanted to have. Standing behind the customer served, Joey and Szeling came to join me and so I decided to get the usual.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Guy in orange: NEXT!&lt;br&gt;Me: *Steps forward* (I'm not deaf, bitch)&lt;br&gt;Guy in orange: WHAT YOU WANT?&lt;br&gt;Me: Can I have a 2 piece chicken meal.&lt;br&gt;Guy in orange: MEDIUM?&lt;br&gt;Me: Sure.&lt;br&gt;Guy in orange: *Slams tray on counter, throws serviettes and utensils on tray*&lt;br&gt;Me: *Utterly disgusted*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And after placing my food on my tray, he went on the serve Joey with the same fucked up attitude. Pushing my food to one side of the tray so Joey could use the same tray, I took my time to keep my change into my purse. After drawing Joey's drinks, he looks at me expectantly and said, "HELLO MISS, WHAT YOU WAITING FOR? CAN GO ALREADY." For hell's sake, I'm waiting for a fucker such as you to place Joey's orders on the same tray so the miserable small table wouldn't be fucking filled with tray. Appalled, I grabbed my tray and stalked away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joey and Szeling then came to join me, sitting down with empty trays, they were apparently asked to get back 5 minutes later to get their food. Jesus fucking christ, you're supposed to serve the food if the food isn't ready when ordered. When the two of them went back to get their food, that guy in orange asked in the same loudass voice, "2 piece chicken right?", then conveniently shoved the platter below their noses. Like what the fuck? I, who've worked in a fast food restaurant (Fish&amp;co Express), even as a part-time, understands that you've got to have some fucking social etiquette and respect the customers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cursing while eating, we decided to lodge a complaint. Joey and Szeling then found this old lady who was sweeping the floors in LJS, and asked her to get the manager. Joey had to speak in teochew so the old lady could understand, and when she did, she ticked that girl off and claimed that the manager's too busy to attend to us. Hello? Customer rights? What has the world turned into? They decided to give up and finish up their meal, meanwhile, Joey claimed to notice that the guy in orange was a Resource Manager.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leaving the restaurant, we noticed a guy in yellow, an assistant manager! We then went to him, wanting to lodge our complaints, wanting to meet the manager. He then walked into the counter and mumbled to the guy in orange, and then continued whatever he was doing, totally ignoring the fact that we were waiting to have our requests conveyed. Seeing that none were having the intention to come out, we walked off, utterly insulted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We then headed to CompassPoint's LJS and requested for a feedback form, but had been given a number to call to instead. I then made the call, relating the whole disastrous dining experience to a much more nicer lady, Nicole, whom attended to me quite satisfactorily. Meanwhile, I made a fool out of myself, when she revealed that the guy in orange was actually the Restaurant Manager, not a Resource Manager. She apologised on the behalf of that bitchface and even offered a complimentary meal for compensation, which I turned down regretfully.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I swear I'd kick that Johnny Chia in his ballsif I ever see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6504346636141274329?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6504346636141274329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-if-you-think-skipping-mural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6504346636141274329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6504346636141274329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-if-you-think-skipping-mural.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6632064345599014776</id><published>2009-10-21T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:26:54.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8881/openinverted.png"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I wish you’d choke on those bullshit you’re showering every girl with.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/768/closeinverted.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the worst thing that can ever happen at sentosa is not applying enough tanning oil! I look ridiculously like a lobster now, and yes, it hurts D: I swear, the next time I go tanning, I'd smack up at least 3 layers of tanning oil, HEE! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ate like a glutton for the whole of today. Macs for breakfast, potato chips while tanning, bk for tea.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Checking papers tomorrow, I hope I don't screw them up too much!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND! I'm on tumblr! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6632064345599014776?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6632064345599014776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-youd-choke-on-those-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6632064345599014776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6632064345599014776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-youd-choke-on-those-bullshit.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8416725352265200551</id><published>2009-10-19T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:08:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopped at Bugis, PlazaSing and WhiteSands. Dead tired now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chatted with Jun on msn, apparently he found my twin brother who actually has a great talent in singing. And so did I find his twin sister, equally good at it. Bet he wishes he's half as good, LAUGHS*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow's Biology paper, which means exams are over! Will be out with mum in the afternoon tomorrow, wriggles* :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8416725352265200551?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8416725352265200551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopped-at-bugis-plazasing-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8416725352265200551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8416725352265200551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopped-at-bugis-plazasing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-24384363414264033</id><published>2009-10-18T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:05:39.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fetor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8881/openinverted.png"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The truth is, I don’t hate you. I can never hate you. I’m not on a crusade to hate you. I guess I just want to find reasons not to like you, to make you seem like a horrible person. So I can just be mad at you and forget about you. Because honestly, it would just make all this so much easier.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/768/closeinverted.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grandma house in the morning, brought her to the clinic for her appointment. Lunched at Ikea and then headed to Courts. Got mummy a laser printer, and she said I could use it too :D Also, daddy promised me a vaio laptop when I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; it. Excited, hee! Subway cookies for tea, guilty* :3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Am super bored now D:&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Canadian pizzas for dinner and now I'm utterly bloated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was re-reading Change of Heart (let's hope I won't fall into the habit of re-reading it a few more times!).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow's a public holiday and mummy's got work, argh! Anyone interested in heading out, please do text me D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I'm going to ditch this blog soon since I don't see much in constantly amusing myself by relating my extremely unexciting life to imaginary readers of my blog. Once in a while earning a few haters, and having to stuff their mouths (or chop their fingers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-24384363414264033?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/24384363414264033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/fetor_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/24384363414264033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/24384363414264033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/fetor_18.html' title='fetor'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6181508526434681910</id><published>2009-10-17T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:31:47.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>innocuous</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8881/openinverted.png"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think I’m finally coming to terms with the fact that nothing is ever perfect. You are always going to miss someone from your past, or hate someone in the present. I just wish I didn’t miss you so damn much.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/768/closeinverted.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had that very urge to head out for some shopping, but didn't want to go alone. Joey texted to say we might be going to vivo, but was put down since she needs to get her camera. Thus, slept my afternoon away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Logged in maple, and was utterly disappointed, as always.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dinner was horrible kwayteow goreng from westplaza, argh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heading to grandma's place in the morning tomorrow.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're welcomed :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha, really?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6181508526434681910?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6181508526434681910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/innocuous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6181508526434681910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6181508526434681910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/innocuous.html' title='innocuous'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5274223955928589660</id><published>2009-10-16T22:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:42:38.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redolent</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8881/openinverted.png"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I want to hear the sound of your voice. I want to hear the apologies, I want to turn down every single ‘I’m sorry’. But I know they will never come. You will never care again, perhaps you never did. Are you guilty? Or is it that you simply couldn't care lesser?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/768/closeinverted.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Science papers today! They were easy I thought, I guess sleeping really helps, haha. Apparently, I slept right away after posting my previous post, throughout the night until the next moment. And hell, I slept for 14hours straight, according to what bro said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Orchard with Joey and Szeling. Shopped and crapped, &lt;b&gt;ALOT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was utterly pissed with people taking the train on our way back. They try to squeeze into the train when obviously the passengers inside did not even have the chance to step out. Hello, use your brain la! If they don't come out, how are you supposed to go in? And the moment they get their asses in the train, they turn and face the door, not making an effort to make space for the others who are still trying to get in. Super sickening!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remember an incident when I was on the train from dhobygaut to punggol, and the train was super packed, like always. Then there was this ahpeh, like I said, stood at the pole and refused to move any inward. Instead of keeping his mouth shut, he told me, "There's still space inside." For hell's sake, I'm stuck between him and and door, he should be the one moving in! And he still has the cheek to expect me to move in! I can never forget the mirth looks shown on the passengers' faces within hearing distance when I said rather loudly, "EXCUSE ME" and rolled my eyes at him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last paper's on Tuesday, and I cannot care any lesser, biology pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;From Jun's msn:&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lab Stori by Teylor Switch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; watch 12hours before/after meal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="243"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pQaPyTFjsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pQaPyTFjsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="243"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thankyou! &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shengwei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMFGITZSW!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5274223955928589660?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5274223955928589660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/redolent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5274223955928589660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5274223955928589660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/redolent.html' title='redolent'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2244518824509929446</id><published>2009-10-15T15:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:25:31.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pukka</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8881/openinverted.png"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hope you know what you lost. I hope you know what you had to begin with. I hope you know what mistake you made leaving; if you don’t then I hope you realise it. Most of all; I hope you regret every single bit of it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/768/closeinverted.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been mugging hard for the past three days. Especially last night when I stayed up all night just to finish up my art coursework. I swear I'd never do last minute work again, promise D: Art paper's over today, and it was horrible. It didn't turn out much like how I wanted it to, sighs* Watched the graduates perform their items before leaving for home, I'm sorry, but it was terrible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Three more papers till the end of EOYs! But for now I need some sleep, gosh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Update later, perhaps!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup, nice? :D LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Szeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sighs* I know. I won't anymore! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2244518824509929446?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2244518824509929446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/fetor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2244518824509929446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2244518824509929446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/fetor.html' title='pukka'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-1132761633071876915</id><published>2009-10-12T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:51:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exculpate</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8881/openinverted.png"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I set myself up for the greatest fall of all time. I’ll keep this as a constant reminder of the nights I spent holding onto memories of you, and rest assured I’m moving on. I miss you less with each day you’re gone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/768/closeinverted.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Should have seen how much I've screwed up my Chinese papers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Managed to finish gonghan without much problems, thanks to the studying last night. However, I fell asleep while doing my composition, until I was left with 20 minutes to do up a newspaper article review. Laughs* Oh paper 2 was worse. Assuming that I've finished my paper, I promptly went to sleep. It was until MrHo collected my script that I saw my last page was empty! Imagine how many marks flew away, LOL!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Headed to pp to get drinks before walking to Rivervale mall. Saw &lt;b&gt;_&lt;/b&gt;, melts* Okay, exaggerated a little. Shopped a little at Daiso and accompanied Dian Francesca and Qinyi for lunch at LongJohn's, Joey left with Irfan soon after xD Walked back to punggol and bused back. Lunched with mum before heading home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been studying for the whole afternoon, and maths just doesn't go into my thick skull. And I think I left my socialstudies textbook in the class cupboard, argh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maths paper in hall tomorrow, excited :D&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shrimps! I know it doesn't sound very appealling, but it is actually! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-1132761633071876915?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/1132761633071876915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/exculpate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1132761633071876915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1132761633071876915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/exculpate.html' title='exculpate'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-4778863318006522443</id><published>2009-10-11T21:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:08:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>descry</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8881/openinverted.png"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think we all miss somebody we shouldn’t be missing for reasons we shouldn’t be missing them for. For all the wrong reasons, and nothing more.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/768/closeinverted.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Been out for most of today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Headed to LoyangPoint for our Macs breakfast before we start shopping for grandma's groceries. Hotcakes are like the best damned thing :D Bought a truckload of things and I saw the pink Pringles again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mummy said something like, "Do you want to get some of those Pringles?" Then I turned and decided I should resist the temptation. "It's in PINK!" Bro continues taunting, thus getting a kick in the ass (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grandma was alone at home with the maid, so we stayed a little. And gosh, her house was filled with FOOD! I was so tempted to start chomping on everything until we decided to get a shelf for Bro at Ikea :D Lunched there, ate like a hog, literally.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got myself a pair of spectacles since mine broke, and there isn't lenses of my degree available. Went to the supermarket, supposingly to get fruit juice, but I saw the Pringles again and I couldn't help it D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/StHiK4hVoGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-_-jviDCfyo/s200/DSC05696.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;And this is why people like me grow fat by the day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off to revise for tomorrow's Chinese paper!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never believed in maintenances. Getting new ones are sometimes cheaper than getting them repaired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;bEn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup, am considering even shorter actually.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-4778863318006522443?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/4778863318006522443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/descry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4778863318006522443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4778863318006522443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/descry.html' title='descry'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/StHiK4hVoGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-_-jviDCfyo/s72-c/DSC05696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5207887377635817636</id><published>2009-10-11T00:03:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:00:28.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reverie</title><content type='html'>Dear -,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sorry sweetheart, but no, I don't think that I'm very smart, never did. And if you would, but to read with your eyes opened twice as big, you'd realise that I laughed at what they wrote &lt;b&gt;about&lt;/b&gt; a butler, not at them not knowing the &lt;b&gt;meaning&lt;/b&gt; of a butler. But if you were referring to the butcher part, I'd have to say, anyone with the right mind, would laugh at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the person who made the mistake, she was openminded enough to laugh with the rest of us about it, so who do you think you are to criticise me for it? Even if I were to be as conceited as you mentioned, how would that make me a slut?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Unless whatever I say here in my blog concerns you, I'd suggest you either fuck off or confront me personally.&lt;center&gt;____________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why yes, a very nice way to start off a boring post!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spent most of the afternoon propped against my headboard, finishing up Bringsr, which means my tenth time reading the Eragon series (sigh* I need new books). Would kill for some of Jodi Picoult's books!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finished revising gonghan's details and I &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; I might be able to pull through this time :D And I should really start on my art for hell's sake, argh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heading to grandma's house tomorrow then shopping with mummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5207887377635817636?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5207887377635817636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-im-sorry-sweetheart-but-no-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5207887377635817636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5207887377635817636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-im-sorry-sweetheart-but-no-i-dont.html' title='reverie'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7953000533898081175</id><published>2009-10-09T22:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:06:00.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>titivate</title><content type='html'>English paper for today!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I must say it didn't turn out to be very hard, but that doesn't mean I'll score well! Almost laughed my ass off upon hearing what some others wrote about a Butler.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Butler&lt;br&gt;1. the chief male servant of a household, usually in charge of serving food, the care of silverware, etc.&lt;br&gt;2. a male servant having charge of the wines and liquors.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some went to the extent of mistaking butlers for butchers!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saw &lt;b&gt;_&lt;/b&gt; while going to the classroom, and I think he caught me watching him, laughs* Okay, enough of nonsense!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was reading Bringsr until I finally succumbed and slept all the way till dinnertime. I think I'm becoming a pig bibliophile by the day!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IE is screwed again, I think I'll have to restart my computer, argh!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clara&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;Relinked &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lingli&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;Definitely! Missed you too :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;Love's merely an overrated fancy term, don't get lost in it. What's yours will be back someday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7953000533898081175?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7953000533898081175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-paper-for-today-i-must-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7953000533898081175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7953000533898081175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-paper-for-today-i-must-say-it.html' title='titivate'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-1032786075054876960</id><published>2009-10-08T16:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:51:05.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foofaraw</title><content type='html'>Facebook's down for maintainence, watafak?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off to make some clam chowder for teabreak, be jealous! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow's the start of EOY. Am super excited cause' I can't wait for everything to be over, then off for shoppings, beach outings, parties, stayovers and makeovers! Have been planning so much for the holidays, was wondering if we could actually have enough time for everything, laughs* Handed out cards to various peoples, and a few more tomorrow. To think I'm wasting my time away when I should be revising! Results for class test was bloody horrendous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I wish I could stop thinking about you, at least for the time being. So I could concentrate on whatever I should, rather than finding myself awake, screaming in the wee hours of the morning. I can barely remember your face, but it doesn't erase those empty promises you made, doesn't change anything.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jun: Hello.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ben: Hello.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clara: Alright, will do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yee: Hello Special! And yes I did :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-1032786075054876960?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/1032786075054876960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/foofaraw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1032786075054876960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1032786075054876960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/foofaraw.html' title='foofaraw'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7715863718756180789</id><published>2009-10-08T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:17:53.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>esurient</title><content type='html'>It's 2.12am and I'm insanely hungry cause' I slept through my dinner time.&lt;br&gt;Bye I'm off the grab some food then off to bed again!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Loveeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7715863718756180789?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7715863718756180789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/esurient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7715863718756180789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7715863718756180789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/esurient.html' title='esurient'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-3177672606497598828</id><published>2009-10-05T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:40:42.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New haircut, again!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fuck those who claimed that I now look even shorter,&lt;br&gt;it's perfectly fine to be short! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Extremely full after my lobster linguini at CoffeeClub, yummy but nevertheless sinful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off on the phone with Joey, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-3177672606497598828?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/3177672606497598828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-haircut-again-fuck-those-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3177672606497598828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3177672606497598828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-haircut-again-fuck-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6522842920163787338</id><published>2009-10-04T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:53:09.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bifurcate</title><content type='html'>Went for a haircut again this afternoon. Promise I won't be cutting anymore anytime soon, cause' I won't have enough hair to HAHAHA! Blogshopped a little today, feeling extremely guilty now. Also, I'm rather proud to say I've finally started on my art coursework and I've drawn two birds :D Great achievement since I wouldn't usually start until the last three days before the dateline.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've just found out about the Full Text Translator, and it works amazingly accurately too! God knows how people actually create such intelligent tools when half the Earth's population is filled with nonsensical beings, pfft! I think I'm starting to love the improving of technology (not that it is always a good thing!).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6522842920163787338?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6522842920163787338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/bifurcate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6522842920163787338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6522842920163787338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/bifurcate.html' title='bifurcate'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2913048337694015576</id><published>2009-10-03T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:38:37.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniggers</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing through the forums of Blogskins.com where I came by the thread title Miss Singapore 2009. Appalled by her claims of sufferring from bipolar disorder, litterally. Some people said a better term for that illness might have been Kleptomania which means to be in a condition of not being able to resist the temptation to collect or hoard things. People with this disorder are compelled to steal things, generally &lt;b&gt;objects of little or no significant value&lt;/b&gt;. Which apparently does not really match her condition (we're talking about credit card frauds here!). I'm just glad she gave up the crown, god knows how she'd continue to humiliate Singaporeans if she were to represent Sinagpore in Africa. Perhaps she would have been charged at by the wild rhinoceros in Africa (too much of LionKing!).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Am rotting at home, depressed, since I was supposed to be out with Joey and perhaps some others playing with candles. &lt;b&gt;I HATE RAINY DAYS!&lt;/b&gt; Mummy was suggesting that we could cycle over to East Coast tomorrow morning and immediately put me down by remembering that she has to work tomorrow, on SUNDAY! This mean I would have to be staying home like today, playing Facebook games, reading Eragon for the 10th time, and sleeping. Not forgetting I haven't started on my art coursework due next week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bro just broke my Bejeweled highscore with his 123k score, fuck!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dreams about prom is nice, hawhaw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2913048337694015576?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2913048337694015576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-browsing-through-forums-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2913048337694015576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2913048337694015576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-browsing-through-forums-of.html' title='sniggers'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7241537699719369264</id><published>2009-09-30T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:16:30.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're no one to say such things</title><content type='html'>Managed to pay a little attention in class today, except for maths though, which I slept through it all. Recess was disaster. I was still half awake from maths lesson while queuing up for my food when &lt;b&gt;that boy&lt;/b&gt; came to dispose off his bowl. Barely awake, I turned to look at him and gave him the blankest (if there's such a word) look, and half a millisecond later (a slight exaggeration) did I realise who it was and my eyes went like O_O Like watafak, I just made a fool out of myself! To think Francesca and Joey were sniggering away at the next store, pfft!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Homed, and showered before leaving to study with Szeling at Compass. Joey joined us soon after. Frankly, I'm rather impressed at how far guys can go, making a fool out of themselves, while maintaining the "I'm oh-so-great" mentality which makes me want to gag. I told momma about it and she was laughing throughout the dinner, earning a few curious glances from the neighboring tables. Let's not get into details, HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Computer's killing me, IE doesn't seem to work so I'm using MFF for now, which I really dislike cause' it's so damned slow! Daddy says my computer's infected with virus, so screw those virus creators.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, new skin's up again. Let's hope that I'd soon get bored of Pride and Prejudice!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/300902/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SsOEKFMJJCI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KYHnVJ9LwQg/s320/Screenshot.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387294887991911458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7241537699719369264?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7241537699719369264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/managed-to-pay-little-attention-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7241537699719369264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7241537699719369264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/managed-to-pay-little-attention-in.html' title='you&apos;re no one to say such things'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SsOEKFMJJCI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KYHnVJ9LwQg/s72-c/Screenshot.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2888107894245301999</id><published>2009-09-29T00:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:43:30.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>querulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/300748/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SsDqSp_6PXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/xwdY30y5Oj8/s320/Screenshot.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386562760567569778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First skin made since a long long time, let's hope the ratings go well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;School sucked today, horribly. We were busy munching off our sandwiches while MdmChia was talking, laughs* Went to the pasarmalam with Francesca after school while waiting for Joey and Szeling, ate guilitily xD Then to Compass again for Macs, double guility. Homed and slept until mum called complaining to me about finishing the hams and eggs, sniggers*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Guess I should be off to bed now!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clara: thankyou!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jes: thankyou!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joycelyn: Yep it's been awhile!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;RELINK PEOPLE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2888107894245301999?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2888107894245301999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/querulous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2888107894245301999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2888107894245301999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/querulous.html' title='querulous'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SsDqSp_6PXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/xwdY30y5Oj8/s72-c/Screenshot.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8447848876067407001</id><published>2009-09-26T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:53:48.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sr442-QoK_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OivDj_lcDiE/s1600-h/PnP.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385804721458523122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sr442-QoK_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OivDj_lcDiE/s200/PnP.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched the movie for the third time this afternoon before going out to study with Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did the most ridiculous thing! Tried to wash one of my shorts, so I randomly picked a bottle among the basket and poured a good amount of it into a pail and happily threw in my shorts and filled it with water. An hour later, apparently the shorts did become clean, except it was WHITE. I screamed until my brother came and the sight of my shorts had him in hysterics. So then I realised that I used bleach on my shorts, good job girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study with Joey was a total failure, cause' we gave up within half an hour and went shopping around CompassPoint instead. Bused home and dinnered with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Am a little excited about the visit to Cat's house for HariRaya tomorrow. Runs off to find clothes*!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Becoming Jane before going to bed, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8447848876067407001?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8447848876067407001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8447848876067407001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8447848876067407001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-you.html' title='It is you.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sr442-QoK_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OivDj_lcDiE/s72-c/PnP.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-3613164043809697341</id><published>2009-09-25T23:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:05:37.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dued photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrznZ2aDidI/AAAAAAAAAfk/K7ZauAaykfg/s1600-h/DSC05597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433685715814866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrznZ2aDidI/AAAAAAAAAfk/K7ZauAaykfg/s200/DSC05597.JPG" width="120" height="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrznZSHhEVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xBuD8OQwkTY/s1600-h/DSC05594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433675974381906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrznZSHhEVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xBuD8OQwkTY/s200/DSC05594.JPG" width="120" height="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm3gFuwpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/r-g7ZqS6uco/s1600-h/DSC05585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 104px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433095609434770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm3gFuwpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/r-g7ZqS6uco/s200/DSC05585.JPG" width="125" height="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm3dGSa6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/dwWcnWwaV4k/s1600-h/DSC05489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433094806465442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm3dGSa6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/dwWcnWwaV4k/s200/DSC05489.JPG" width="123" height="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm2yqHz0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/vk2NmOmb99k/s1600-h/DSC05412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433083414040386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm2yqHz0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/vk2NmOmb99k/s200/DSC05412.JPG" width="120" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm2YeodSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/62HyKC3cpbA/s1600-h/DSC05415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 104px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433076386526498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm2YeodSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/62HyKC3cpbA/s200/DSC05415.JPG" width="124" height="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm2AS_OVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/A8TlRXSX3TQ/s1600-h/DSC05383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433069895235922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzm2AS_OVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/A8TlRXSX3TQ/s200/DSC05383.JPG" width="136" height="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrzlmRI6DeI/AAAAAAAAAes/_KOqFQa0-Wo/s1600-h/DSC05405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385431700026822114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrzlmRI6DeI/AAAAAAAAAes/_KOqFQa0-Wo/s200/DSC05405.JPG" width="150" height="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrzllwPTceI/AAAAAAAAAek/NWz0F3F6xB8/s1600-h/DSC05304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 104px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385431691195281890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrzllwPTceI/AAAAAAAAAek/NWz0F3F6xB8/s200/DSC05304.JPG" width="126" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzlle5fEjI/AAAAAAAAAec/ynPaKPYFMCQ/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385431686540366386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzlle5fEjI/AAAAAAAAAec/ynPaKPYFMCQ/s200/DSC05306.JPG" width="125" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzlkxne9TI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6D7Co-rQSBg/s1600-h/DSC05285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385431674385265970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Srzlkxne9TI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6D7Co-rQSBg/s200/DSC05285.JPG" width="127" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrzlkkYm9QI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3zIkukhOmvU/s1600-h/DSC05282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 104px; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385431670833214722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrzlkkYm9QI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3zIkukhOmvU/s200/DSC05282.JPG" width="124" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the photographs speak for the past month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-3613164043809697341?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/3613164043809697341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/dued-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3613164043809697341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3613164043809697341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/dued-photos.html' title='dued photos'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SrznZ2aDidI/AAAAAAAAAfk/K7ZauAaykfg/s72-c/DSC05597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-1192665920753801438</id><published>2009-09-25T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:49:42.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>对不起</title><content type='html'>School was utterly boring. Block-catching after school and before Physics extra lesson. Exams are coming and I barely started on my revision. Feeling extremely restless now and I hate this emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need sympathy, just understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的承诺, 我忘不了。&lt;br /&gt;你的一切, 我放不下。&lt;br /&gt;对不起。 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes: invite me please D: email's at my profile under hotmail :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne: Nope, watched it on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: hey bitch, yea it's been sometime.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-1192665920753801438?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/1192665920753801438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1192665920753801438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1192665920753801438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='对不起'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-199151736791503979</id><published>2009-09-22T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:43:05.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lunched at Fish&amp;co Express with Joey and Szeling. All the employees were different already! Although I think I caught sight of Abby, I THINK. Bought cookies at Subway then bused over to my house for a 'refill' before going to Rivervale Plaza macs to study. Was utterly disgusted at how much of a bitch guys can get! They were actually gossiping and throwing lowly insults to girls, pfft. Shopped at little at CompassPoint, splited up and went to DowntownEast again to get mummy her dinner before getting home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was late for school! Got detained at the general office for almost an hour into lesson. Slept throughout the whole of today's lessons. Went home straight after school. Watched a few movies and I'm here blogging. I think my life's getting boring by the day, gosh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A nightmare, it is. A part of me wants that to happen, a part of me don't. A part of me has already thought of what I'm supposed to do if it happens, a part of me knows I'll fall for it if given a chance. A part of me is screaming at me to stop dwelling on it, a part of me can't let go. But then again, what's there to lose when I've got nothing? Pride and prejudice, so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-199151736791503979?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/199151736791503979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/199151736791503979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/199151736791503979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmare.html' title='nightmare.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8351963587339514281</id><published>2009-09-20T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:59:10.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalaaa</title><content type='html'>Just got home from studying with Joey Irfan and Wenxian.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Attended Ben's birthday bbq last night, which as pretty much okay. Collected my clothes over at amk this afternoon, shopped a little before meeting Joey. Lunched at macs before studying, unfortunately Irfan came before we started eating, sorry! Shopped a little at Hougang mall before going home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Am going dinner now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edit:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Watching 17 Again.&lt;br&gt;Too lazy to update, laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8351963587339514281?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8351963587339514281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/lalaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8351963587339514281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8351963587339514281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/lalaaa.html' title='lalaaa'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7546914109541702337</id><published>2009-09-15T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:56:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much.</title><content type='html'>No it wasn't worth it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's left is just a dull ache, shoved towards the back of my mind. Trying hard not to awake the painful memories. So many things happening around me, like as though everyone's moving fast ahead. While I'm here reminiscing the used-to-be's, mooning over the could-have-been's. People tell me it's pointless, but it didn't help.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't ask me why I'm not back, cause' I don't have the answer myself.&lt;br&gt;Don't ask me to move on, cause' I've tried too hard.&lt;br&gt;Don't even call my name, cause' I might be fooled, again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You were too much to take, too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7546914109541702337?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7546914109541702337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7546914109541702337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7546914109541702337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-much.html' title='Too much.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8571636789032675659</id><published>2009-09-14T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:01:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>Swollen eyes, screwed throat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hate getting sick especially when there's school tomorrow. Finished maths (wow), but none of the others though. Was pissed with dad, making us skip breakfast and lunch cause' he claimed that there's something to do on his computer game (god knows what game is that). Read for the whole of today until I got so hungry that I threw a tantrum in the evening, which actually helped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dinnered with mum at SoupRestaurant over at Century Square. Was utterly bloated when we headed home. Mum was complaining throughout the whole bus journey that it was taking a long time, when we could have cabbed home and save probably like 30 minutes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;School's tomorrow, and I'm dreading it. Goodnight!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jes: I've linked you too, but I can't read D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LingLi: Hee! ilyt!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hao/Gim: Actually, I don't, sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joey: Exactly! ♥&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8571636789032675659?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8571636789032675659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8571636789032675659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8571636789032675659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2982225137404545890</id><published>2009-09-11T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:08:06.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovehatred.</title><content type='html'>I'm having the urge to clean up the whole house, cause it looks fucking messy. And dad insisted that I help with the clean up before we can repaint. Although most of the things are mine, but it's so unfair! I demand a bigger room!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bro's typing contently on his keyboard, totally ignoring my pleas to helping me clean up the mess. Pfft, I'm starting to hate computers!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off to clear up! Be back by the end of the day!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Update:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sadly, I did nothing more than cleaning up only the dining room (which is good enough alright!). Dad and mum are super engrossed about Pet Society and Restaurant City in Facebook, once in a while, hearing them shout across the house, asking how to do little this-and-thats.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Am a little irritated by the time needed for my clothes to arrive, it has already been 2 weeks! God knows what I'll wear to the barbeque of the clothes do not arrive on time, pfft. Super bored for now and I think I'm going back to the room to continue re(x8)reading the Eragon series.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ps: I need new books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2982225137404545890?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2982225137404545890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-having-urge-to-clean-up-whole-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2982225137404545890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2982225137404545890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-having-urge-to-clean-up-whole-house.html' title='lovehatred.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-4853803186682142349</id><published>2009-09-10T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:13:58.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling into place.</title><content type='html'>Will be out studying in a jiffy, although I just got back from my extremely filling breakfast cum lunch. Meal-ed at YumCha in Chinatown with Aunty Uncle and the 3 kids. It's always nice to start a day with good foooood :D Mum's cooking dinner and bro's poking his nose around looking for food, hee! Alright, got to be out to study with Joey and Aaron!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ps: I loveeeee my hair! ♥&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Update:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I thought I wouldn't have to entertain any of these brainless morons out there who lacks brain cells to think properly anytime soon! I believe this is my blog and I have every right to write anything that is going through my mind. And gosh, what has it got to do with you, whatever that I write? It's not like anyone reads this blog!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Firstly, where and when did I ever blamed anyone for whatever that happened? I merely stated the facts and my thoughts, which I personally feel is true enough. Secondly, why would I even need to act innoncent?! Whatever you said, simply doesn't make any sense! It's not like I did anything to be ashamed of, or that I'm involved with anything in which I have to prove myself innocent of.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah the second tag's even more interesting!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"that I'm just jealous of others who are in relationships!" A more approriate word would have been 'envious'. I had always wished for a lasting relationship, one that I would be happy in, not fearing of being dumped out of the blue. And yes, after so many things that happened in these few weeks, it might be a little hard. Back to the point, it doesn't mean that I don't have lasting relationships mean that I have to be jealous of others. Morever, who is there for me to be jealous of?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"that nobody wants me as his/her(hopefully not) girlfriend" It is so true that it has already been part of the inside joke between me and my friends. Once in a while, I would be whining to them, about not having a boyfriend, laughs* I can't deny cause' every girl wants to know that they're loved, and being in a relationship is almost the best way to know that. But hell, that doesn't mean that I go around being jealous of girls having a boyfriend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"admit the fact that you're just a bitch" Ohoh! I had never said I was a bitch, had I? Not that anyone in the right mind would, but I had never denied so. I'm one of those who others walk pass and bitch about, saying, "She looks like a bitch", when apparently they're the bitches, bitching about others behind their backs! And I can proudly announce and admit, I'M ONE OF THOSE BITCHES! So fuck you if you think you're any better.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One thing that I had wanted to comment about that 2 ridiculously phrased tags from the beginning, but had decided to put it towards the back, is the horrendous grammar and vocabulary!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"blame urself for everything that happen." I'm going to skip the shortforms. Get your grammar right cause it's supposed to be 'happens' or if you meant in past tense 'happened'. The second error made me laugh so much I had to alt-tab to my messenger so my mum wouldn't get to see the details of my previous post! "dun cum n act innocent lah!" HAHAHAHAHA! 'cum', for your information, means to experience orgasm! So you meant that I was acting innoncent cause' I was experiencing orgasm?! Okay, even my brother's laughing. "u jus jelous dat other ppl in relationship n u no1 wan." Learn to spell sweety, J-E-A-L-O-U-S. And I supposed you learnt that 'bitch' would be censored as seen from the first tag, therefore decided to change the i to 1, which would have worked I think! But unfortunately, eager to bombard me with your wonderfully phrased tag, you pressed the enter a little too quickly! Thus 'bitch' became 'bithc', pity pity, cause' I thought I deserved such an honourable title (spelt correctly).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So mark my words, cause' I don't need a guy to live my life, happily. Of course, I would be happy to have one for myself, someone who actually deserves love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My parents would be happy too! Proof:&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: *sits by the dining table like a typical trishaw ahpeh*&lt;br&gt;Mum: Can you sit like a lady?&lt;br&gt;Dad: Ya la! Later your boyfriend don't want you!&lt;br&gt;Me: I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND LA! *yells nonchalantly, sputtering rice grains meanwhile*&lt;br&gt;Mum: PRECISELY! You like this where got guy want?&lt;br&gt;Dad: Later come crying to us when no one wants her&lt;br&gt;Me: No lor! I'd stay with you all forever, so filial right? Also daddy can 养我一辈子 (translate: I'd live off my father for the rest of my life)&lt;br&gt;Dad&amp;Mum: *rolls eyes*&lt;/blockquote&gt;Andand, the poor friends of mine wouldn't have to hear me whine about not having a boyfriend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I love this post, HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-4853803186682142349?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/4853803186682142349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-into-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4853803186682142349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4853803186682142349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-into-place.html' title='falling into place.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7431010907696479920</id><published>2009-09-08T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:48:25.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salvation.</title><content type='html'>I can't say I wished nothing of these would happen, cause without all these, I wouldn't have learnt what I had. The process may not have all been pleasant, but it isn't going to change my mind. Cause' I've always believed all these happened for a reason, and they are to prepare me for the future, when things could and would be worse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you said you don't know me, it only builds up the disappointment in me, cause' afterall, I loved you and I couldn't deny it myself. A hypocrite, perhaps a little gossips once in a while. A faker? I had never claimed to be something or someone I'm not, why would that make me one? I had never been perfect and I never would, cause' it isn't even humanly possible. If my bad is all you can think of when I ever came through your mind, I'd rather you forget about me. It's unfair cause' I can never change how you think if you're unwilling to change your mindset.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Notice when things happened, nobody told me I was going to lose out in the end, I repeat, NOBODY. When love comes in the circle, I bet you'd choose to believe what you want to. So is it my fault for all these that is happening to me? Perhaps. Cause' falling so hard, being dumped, was my fault cause' I fell for it. But having said that 'you(in this case, I) choose not to believe' is ridiculous. Cause' nobody told me I was going to fall, so how can I choose not to believe in something nobody told me? I just don't understand why I should be scorned at when I already feel bad enough losing what I thought had.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That I have not grown cause' I repeat my mistakes. Nobody suceeds in everything at second try. Just like how many times that guy had tried to invent the lightbulb, just like how many times people tried to go into space and set foot on the moon, just like how many times would stumble in the midst of love. That doesn't make me one who doesn't learn from her mistakes. I am proud to say, that through all these I've been through, I've grown. That doesn't make me perfect, one that doesn't make mistakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So don't judge me cause' you have no rights to. You don't even bother to know me better than you already did, let alone judge me of whom and what you assume I am. If you are to continue to dislike or even hate me, there's nothing I can do about it, neither is anything I would do about it. I have done what I can to salvage this friendship by explaining myself, but it all takes two hands to clap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7431010907696479920?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7431010907696479920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/salvation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7431010907696479920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7431010907696479920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/salvation.html' title='salvation.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5432789980302420134</id><published>2009-09-07T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:59:15.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So how does that feel?</title><content type='html'>When I last saw you, those fake smiles you pasted all over your face. The sarcarsm radiating so strongly from you. The sneer you gave me like you had everything I didn't. So how does it feel to be in my position? So how does it feel to be thrown into nothingness. So how does it feel having heard that you're loved and proved wrong, almost instantly? You feel like shit, I know it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So fuck those who think love's gna last forever, it won't. Cause I still feel it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5432789980302420134?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5432789980302420134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-how-does-that-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5432789980302420134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5432789980302420134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-how-does-that-feel.html' title='So how does that feel?'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6139430828158515679</id><published>2009-09-06T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:03:53.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all whom used to care;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6139430828158515679?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6139430828158515679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-all-whom-used-to-care-im-utterly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6139430828158515679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6139430828158515679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-all-whom-used-to-care-im-utterly.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5608197503396977481</id><published>2009-09-05T03:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:28:23.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks.</title><content type='html'>It's 3.20am now and I should be sleeping. Been thinking alot lately, perhaps too much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Loads of assignments to be done over the week of holidays. Sometimes I wonder how does someone like me, feels boring, yet has a million bazillion tonnes of work to do? Mr Abu complained about me not handing in my artworks on time, and that I only do so when Mdm Lidia asks me to (nonsense).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Studied at Compasspoint's macs with Szeling, cause Joey went for Ena's birthday celebration (happy birthday!). Failed terribly trying to finish maths. Gave up and went around shopping before having dinner with parents at Westplaza (I feel hungry).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tried finishing the cards, failed. Apparently, I only managed to hammer the eyelets onto them (meanwhile earning a bloody finger). Dead tired, I think I should sleep. It looks like it's going to rain anytime soon, which means it'll be cold. But I don't think I'll be able to sleep without having to on the air conditioner, hmm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I think I'm wasting my sleeping time on something as minor as this, pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You were one too much to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5608197503396977481?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5608197503396977481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5608197503396977481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5608197503396977481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html' title='flashbacks.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-4887873898546658723</id><published>2009-09-03T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:55:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undeserving.</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I should be happy, perhaps.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you first said those words, the voice in my head screamed for me to turn away, but I fell for it. Each day, I fall even deeper, more than I ever had. We were so close to it, so close to everything I had dreamed of. The day came, but things didn't turn out the way it was supposed to. You tore everything from me, everything you gave, nobody else but you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I imagined that lucky girl, being showered the same sentences of sweet nothings. Cause' she was cleverer, clever enough to hold onto you, before you slipped away. I didn't have to be told to back off, cause' I clearly wasn't good enough. She had everything I had ever wished for, she was everything I'm not. Call it jealousy, I can't deny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the history repeats itself again, she fell. So hard that I could almost feel it, like all over again. She deserved much more, more than a mere you. Guess this is how things are supposed to turn out. Cause' one day if you were to look back again, you'd come to realise, it was you that lost her. Not because you weren't good enough, but you've failed, terribly, to understand love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-4887873898546658723?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/4887873898546658723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/undeserving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4887873898546658723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4887873898546658723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/undeserving.html' title='undeserving.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6768641646494241182</id><published>2009-09-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:08:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy!</title><content type='html'>Have been trying to tidy up my room for the whole of today, and I've managed to do up more than half that I should, and I'm happy. Well, apparently it's impossible to finish by today, so I might as well save myself something to do tomorrow! (excuses for being lazy, sigh)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another good news would be; today's the last day of catered food! Both mummy and I were complaining so much about it that daddy finally decided to cancel it :D The bad news is that I'd have to wait till mummy finishes work every weekday before dinner D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANYWAY! I've finished watching the taiwan drama show (surprise surprise, since I hardly watch these nonsense). Rather nice I should say, better than the previous (: Which means I'd probably need to get some new books before I die of boredom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel like I'm talking so much nonsense today, oh I'm just happy. CAUSE I'LL GET TO REPAINT MY ROOM VERYVERYVERY (to the power of 10 bazillion million) SOON! okay bye! ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6768641646494241182?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6768641646494241182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6768641646494241182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6768641646494241182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy!'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2995131161045594857</id><published>2009-08-24T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:03:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed.</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm pissed, utterly pissed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've got insulted, literally. Recess was right after pe (which i spent sitting by the stage cause I've got mc! ^^V), so the girls bought food up to the class as usual. Halfway through while eating, a teacher walked towards our class and opened the door, and almost immediately said,"you are not supposed to be eating in the class".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So the only possibilities that the teacher would have known was; 1: She had supernatural concrete see-throughable (there isn't such a word, I know) eyes, therefore able to see us from 2 classrooms away. OR 2: Some coward decided that he had no balls (or the proper term coined; testicles, else one would said I failed my english) and went bootlicking to whoever that teacher was, apparently being the oh-so-gracious model student of Greendale.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seeing that Possibility 1 can hardly be the case (or I'd have got a pair of them stuffed down my eye sockets), it had to be 2. We went on to confront that unnaturally gracious student after our wonderful recess (meanwhile earning a drip of eggyolk on my blouse, ew). Expectingly, he denied almost instantly, which immediately turn off-ed the girls. "I've never met such a coward of a guy in my life," as quoted from Joey (I sound like a reporter, oh well).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He appeared even intimidating (I should say, he tried to) in front of the others, perhaps his temper could blow up and proportion itself to the size of it's owner, who knows?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh here comes my part. Mr oh-I've-got-balls decided that I needed more insults than having to confront him, went out commenting about me failing english! Oh that's the most hilarious thing I've heard, almost as insulting I should say (other than Bryan's "the day I dumped you" Alex-drama of course, it left me laughing a week off)! Just so you know, bitch, I've never failed ANY of my english tests. So watch your &lt;s&gt;balls&lt;/s&gt;testicles before commenting on one's language, cause you're a mere self-conceited coward who's way too full of yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course, our confrontation has been cut short as the crowd grew and some people decided that another teacher should be called in to stop us. And one of his classmates came along saying, "I'd talk to him about it, but I can't guarantee that he'd apologise." Oh please, even if he were to kneel outside 3e4's class to beg for forgiveness, we (or I) wouldn't even give a damn shit about him. All he has to do is mind his god damned business and go on bootlicking teachers for all we (again, or I) care.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ps: Such coward deserve a kick in his balls (oh, does he even have any?).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello, you are?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2995131161045594857?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2995131161045594857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2995131161045594857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2995131161045594857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/pissed.html' title='pissed.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2877256590833709441</id><published>2009-08-23T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:56:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SpDln_Wjf3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Z1fwCuTDGuQ/s1600-h/DSC05172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SpDln_Wjf3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Z1fwCuTDGuQ/s200/DSC05172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373046830636695410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out studying with Joey for the past 2 days (more of mugging to finish up unfinished assignments). I've finished most of it, and I still haven't started on clearing my room up for the repainting. Mummy says I can choose whatever colour I would like for my room and Daddy says we can start painting (cause I don't like the idea of having painters coming to my bedroom!) like &lt;u&gt;immediately&lt;/u&gt; if I help to clear the whole house, or I'd have to wait till my parents are free D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SO! I'd have to finish up my assignments, then hurry up with my clearing, then start painting! Then I'd have to start on my revision for eoy exams! &lt;b&gt;Too many things! Too little time!&lt;/b&gt; Did I mention I saw those uberly nice clothings on the site and I just spent on bomb on them (so much for saving! ._.)!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off for more mugging!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;edit:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had lunch at punggol plaza, shopped a little then went home. Spent another 70bucks while shopping online, damn! Mum's gna kill me when the postage starts arriving. Finished geography homework and the bazaar's poster (sense of satisfaction!). But I've still got maths, and god knows what else?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh did I just blogged twice today?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello! Do you have a blog so I can link you up?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2877256590833709441?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2877256590833709441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-than-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2877256590833709441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2877256590833709441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-than-yesterday.html' title='better than yesterday'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SpDln_Wjf3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Z1fwCuTDGuQ/s72-c/DSC05172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5672226163241786553</id><published>2009-08-17T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:25:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>School sucked like crazy today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mum woke me up at 5.30, showered and prepared to realise that school starts at 8.30. Went online for a while before leaving for school, and I was late. Laughs* Lessons were pretty much boring for the whole of today. Things turned out nasty towards the end, which I don't intend to talk about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SolmlYy4KxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hgHAPHdy-KM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SolmlYy4KxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hgHAPHdy-KM/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370936823113067282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Studied and mapled at home. Bought new cash suit, which doesn't look really nice, oh well. I think I'm becoming lazier by the day, and I doubt there's anything I can be bothered to do about it D: And mummy just finished Chosen, damn, which means I gotta finish Untamed by tomorrow! (and people say I'm fast at reading, pfft!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay bye, I wna sleep so badly (evidence of laziness).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5672226163241786553?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5672226163241786553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5672226163241786553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5672226163241786553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/procrastination.html' title='procrastination'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SolmlYy4KxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hgHAPHdy-KM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8732083838737872228</id><published>2009-08-13T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:27:45.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when things get better</title><content type='html'>Computer's driving me crazy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It starts playing some obiang music and it goes on for like somewhat 2 hours or so, unless I restart my computer. But it eventually starts again, and it sucks like crazy. I won't be able to play songs on my computer withut having to hear that monotonous music playing in the background. Think it's gotten a virus or something =\&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pretty much of a boring day and I've got loads of incomplete assignments due like weeks ago. Really gotta spend sometime to actually finish them up, busy busy :x Things have gotten better I think, at least I've stopped thinking about it for sometime. Soon everything will be back to normal, hopefully :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Think I'm rambling a little too much, hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8732083838737872228?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8732083838737872228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-things-get-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8732083838737872228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8732083838737872228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-things-get-better.html' title='when things get better'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8112486287377445919</id><published>2009-08-10T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:15:04.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess Mondays are cursed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I'm too demanding, trying to perfect everything, falling so hard in the end. Stubbornly repeating my mistakes, and then blaming whoever there is for whatever that's happening.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need someone to tell me what I've done, what I could've done. What I should do, what I shouldn't do. Or is everything beyond my control, that the world just hates me? If an apology is what it takes, I wouldn't mind having to say it till it's accepted. Everything's pushed to me, nobody's bothered to tell me what's wrong. Cause I don't deserve what I've got? I've already have nothing to lose. I don't know what else is there to lose anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm losing faith. It sucks this bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8112486287377445919?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8112486287377445919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-mondays-are-cursed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8112486287377445919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8112486287377445919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-mondays-are-cursed.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-3777630279269059974</id><published>2009-08-07T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:14:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how some people have so much time to waste, spouting nonsense and everything else they can think of to kill time. Just so you know, I ain't free like you. I don't even visit my blog often enough to have time to update, let alone delete nonsensical tags. Just because I don't care, doesn't mean you do whatever you like.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whoever that was, I don't know neither do I care. So get a life, do something more meaningful than constantly wasting your time off, trying to put me down (which you obviously failed terribly). Also, it clearly shows what a senseless, immature and shallow fool you are. Ah, and also an inconsiderate, incompetent, self-conceited bitch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't bother claiming you're a guy, if sadly you are, therefore not a bitch, cause you obviously don't have the balls to called a guy. But it would make females of the whole entire universe sound horrible, so a bitch you are. Perhaps worse than a dog, but I'm too lazy to think of any other more suitable terms to describe you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What a shame to the whole entire human race, gosh.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where got chim? LOL&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-3777630279269059974?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/3777630279269059974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/pathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3777630279269059974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3777630279269059974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/pathetic.html' title='pathetic.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8988169490949900968</id><published>2009-08-04T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:22:39.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and the bloody mouth of mine</title><content type='html'>And I was complaining about how bad my day can get.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Gastric in the morning, ate noodles in class, noodles got confiscated. (sounds stupid, I know)&lt;br&gt;2. Mapled, quarrelled with Bryan, again.&lt;br&gt;3. Slept, mum woke me at 8pm, screaming at me for forgetting to cook the rice before the catered food arrived.&lt;br&gt;4. Mum screamed at me while I was mybing in maple for not eating dinner.&lt;br&gt;5. Got insulted for gene-ing in myb. (wtf?)&lt;br&gt;6. Got insulted while ahma-ing.&lt;br&gt;7. Realised that there was't any dinner left for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's how bad my day can get. What, I'd probably fall from my bed while sleeping. A nice way to end a horrible day isn't it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps I shouldn't have, no, I really shouldn't have. Thinking I'm always right, I speak without thinking, ruining everything. Perhaps, perhaps I really deserved all these.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Screw these shits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8988169490949900968?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8988169490949900968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-and-bloody-mouth-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8988169490949900968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8988169490949900968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-and-bloody-mouth-of-mine.html' title='me and the bloody mouth of mine'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6937338322249293781</id><published>2009-07-29T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:47:27.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>And I thought I was late for school when I overslept. Bodyaches voiceless headache, took a temperature, 38.7 zZ. Too tired now, going to bed again. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6937338322249293781?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6937338322249293781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6937338322249293781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6937338322249293781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8083707282563289936</id><published>2009-07-26T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:32:11.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked.</title><content type='html'>Don't you ever fucking say you love someone,&lt;br&gt;when you don't even believe in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8083707282563289936?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8083707282563289936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/fucked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8083707282563289936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8083707282563289936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/fucked.html' title='fucked.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7353279280923554950</id><published>2009-07-25T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:39:37.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la parisienne</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do. Whatever you say, whatever you do, they drive me crazy. It's like as though you had something against me. And when I expressed that I was unhappy about it, you say things like 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you', to placate me? However do you expect me to react to your over-kind words? To accept your apology would be to accept the words you've said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've made my decision to move on, and whatever you're trying to say, is not going to change anything. I may not be happy overnight, for a long period of time. But that doesn't mean I'd deprive myself of the opportunity to be happy, even if it means just for the moment when I've been told that I'm loved. I'm not as strong as I want to be, I do too would like to have a moment alone, just to let a few tears slide.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All I need to know is that, you'd be there as a friend, not only to comfort me when the memories surges forward, but to be happy for me. Happy that I've made the effort to move on. You might have an abundance of love to share, but I can't accept what's not mine.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's actually the time, not the month and year!&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7353279280923554950?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7353279280923554950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-parisienne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7353279280923554950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7353279280923554950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-parisienne.html' title='la parisienne'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-157236968471393238</id><published>2009-07-23T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:54:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmiFdkktR1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/MfwPfSdEqkQ/s1600-h/DSC04945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmiFdkktR1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/MfwPfSdEqkQ/s200/DSC04945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361682099464914770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Actually, I'm a little lazy to update. It's been a rough week, and I'm glad somethings actually did turn out well. Don't know why am I doing this. Don't know if everything's gna be okay. It's a bet I've played, it's a win or a lose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;love &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-157236968471393238?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/157236968471393238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/157236968471393238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/157236968471393238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmiFdkktR1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/MfwPfSdEqkQ/s72-c/DSC04945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7869256168615142888</id><published>2009-07-18T22:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:22:30.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHlZkN4IsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nXTeQI7xIvE/s1600-h/DSC04851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359817258928972482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHlZkN4IsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nXTeQI7xIvE/s200/DSC04851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHjvfjmuaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-UwM-SqM_Bc/s1600-h/P170709_17.09_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359815436611795362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHjvfjmuaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-UwM-SqM_Bc/s200/P170709_17.09_%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHjj9_XTfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_lNexnyumZs/s1600-h/P170709_17.08_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359815238622858738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHjj9_XTfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_lNexnyumZs/s200/P170709_17.08_%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHjUOcfs2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/V7cqXbs4Mek/s1600-h/P170709_16.59_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814968162104162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHjUOcfs2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/V7cqXbs4Mek/s200/P170709_16.59_%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHinqzOnrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zERqg0XxREU/s1600-h/DSC04911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814202679533234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHinqzOnrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zERqg0XxREU/s200/DSC04911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHicinj1OI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VwK24tr7jUM/s1600-h/DSC04864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814011504547042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHicinj1OI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VwK24tr7jUM/s200/DSC04864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHiMRgI8JI/AAAAAAAAAVE/I4ft8QnqfYA/s1600-h/DSC04834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359813732032114834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHiMRgI8JI/AAAAAAAAAVE/I4ft8QnqfYA/s200/DSC04834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHiDXD2HxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BCyy8vtm5BM/s1600-h/DSC04822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359813578905231122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHiDXD2HxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BCyy8vtm5BM/s200/DSC04822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHh-EuXoYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X03BFF4OwHc/s1600-h/DSC04818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359813488083968386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHh-EuXoYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X03BFF4OwHc/s200/DSC04818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo-ed yesterday with Joey, SzeLing, SiHwee, Anggie and her friend, Sheralynn (if I didn't get her name wrong). It had been a great day, however, got pissed of at night when I got online. Chatted with Asyraf till 4 plus, thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at 8. Bryan called to ask if I was going to the chalet. Went for a few ahmas (thanks to Qin) before leaving for the chalet. Guess I really shouldn't have gone. Asyraf came towards to end, chatted awhile before leaving for home. And yes, thankyou for the ride home, as well as accompanying me during at the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnered a little after meeting mum. She complained about me not eating enough recently, like hell, I can eat alot when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;I don't need you to know how much suffering you've caused&lt;br /&gt;but how much you used to tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;even if it means a simple hello&lt;br /&gt;it'll always be better than an ignored exsistence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7869256168615142888?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7869256168615142888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/vivo-ed-yesterday-with-joey-szeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7869256168615142888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7869256168615142888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/vivo-ed-yesterday-with-joey-szeling.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SmHlZkN4IsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nXTeQI7xIvE/s72-c/DSC04851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5470699398968458699</id><published>2009-07-15T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:16:33.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damnation.</title><content type='html'>I overslept, damn. My mum just smsed me and asked if I woke up, damn. Which means she knew I overslept, damn. And she didn't wake me up, DAMN. Mum says she's gna write a letter to school for me, pfft. Hopefully Mdmchia don't come after me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 14 July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sl1WQUYXIvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2Hdr2GLYqEI/s1600-h/DSC04421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sl1WQUYXIvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2Hdr2GLYqEI/s200/DSC04421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358533969989542642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;And for your birthday, I shall post the ugliest photo I have of you! Hopefully you've enjoyed your sixteenth birthday, and sorry I couldn't be there in the afternoon.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello Fiona :D&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5470699398968458699?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5470699398968458699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/damnation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5470699398968458699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5470699398968458699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/damnation.html' title='damnation.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sl1WQUYXIvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2Hdr2GLYqEI/s72-c/DSC04421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-4358954153149940540</id><published>2009-07-13T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:15:50.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't miss what you never had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sls-9UxfxmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Kd9rUGPJH_8/s1600-h/DSC04759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sls-9UxfxmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Kd9rUGPJH_8/s200/DSC04759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357945404956591714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a bad day, but I have no idea why. Have got too many things undone, and I haven't got started yet. Another sleepless night I guess, hopefully I'd fall sick soon, so I wouldn't have to attend school. Mum's screaming at me for skipping dinner, which apparently suck. I hate catered food, argh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went out with Szeling yesterday, shopping. Except, we haven't got what we wanted to get. Couldn't sleep for the night, and Bryan called, as usual &lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/2208/happyay9.gif"&gt; School was okay. CompassPoint-ed with Joey and Szeling after school. Had McFlurry, and walked around before heading home. Apparently this two, oh-so-innoncent NOT ladies, decided that their pockets were rather empty and left my purse with a miserable two bucks. Being oblivious to their mischief, we went on to wait for our buses. Eventually forgetting all about it, Joey boarded the bus and Szeling grabbed my phone in horror and dailled Joey's number, returning me 10 bucks, from my purse. So screw, I had to take 163 to look for Joey, before getting the rest of my money back. Pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bryan called on my way home, exclaiming about getting his targa helm, occasionally boasting about how cute it looks. For your information sweetie, scarlion looks so much better than targa, tsktsk. Tampines-ed after showering and all, shopped till 9 before coming home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need to stop mapling. Cause hiding behind those cute looking innocent characters, are mean angry ogres, ready to stab you once you turn your back on it. Nothing's gna change, right?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athirah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've linked you up!&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-4358954153149940540?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/4358954153149940540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-cant-miss-what-you-never-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4358954153149940540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4358954153149940540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-cant-miss-what-you-never-had.html' title='you can&apos;t miss what you never had.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sls-9UxfxmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Kd9rUGPJH_8/s72-c/DSC04759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6400266556094351549</id><published>2009-07-12T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:26:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you said you loved me.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to finally install the IE8 since it's getting rather irritating, popping out everytime I on my desktop. Anyway! I'm feeling super bored right now, so I'm deciding to post about everything since friday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, 10 July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;School sucked. Art was like as usual, with that old man. Was uspposed to bring acrylic paint / poster colour / water colour / colour pencils. Apparently, I didn't bring ANY, except my ridiculously smaller-than-usual sized sketchbook, which obviously isn't of any use. Drew corn, it turned out horrible, pfft. Geog was boring, ditto for maths, double ditto for ss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went home and realised the tailor whom was supposed to help alter my school skirt was already at my house. Felt like super guilty for making her wait, especially when it's raining like darn heavily. Showered etc, and went out to PlazaSing, alone, to shop. Many called me insane, pfft. Shopped more than expected, and spent alot, &lt;u&gt;ALOT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mapled, but felt horrible and decided to go to bed early. Except, I didn't really sleep that early.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, 11 July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rotted at home throughout the day, contemplated going out shopping on my own again, but I knew what my mother would say. Bryan called after returning from the SeoulGarden trip, with the FB&amp;co members. Talked throughout until 4 and slept.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, 12 July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have a bad feeling about today, and I don't wna risk anything. So I'm not going on maple, unless necessary. Don't know why would it be necessary to go logon to maple. Screw this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;edit:&lt;br&gt;szeling just called and asked me out, wohoo! goodbye to rotting, and goodbye to whoever's bothered to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6400266556094351549?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6400266556094351549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-said-you-loved-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6400266556094351549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6400266556094351549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-said-you-loved-me.html' title='when you said you loved me.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-1906418511754155658</id><published>2009-07-10T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:19:28.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insignificant.</title><content type='html'>You're driving me crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-1906418511754155658?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/1906418511754155658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/insignificant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1906418511754155658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1906418511754155658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/insignificant.html' title='insignificant.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-1925180525533340575</id><published>2009-07-09T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:45:42.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big big girl.</title><content type='html'>Today's a much better day, I think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;School was pretty much okay. Lessons were as usual, boring to the tiniest bit. Slept through most of the lessons, whlist smsing Bryan. I'm supposed to write to the guy from the other class, as a secretive "Friend-In-Need", talking about random stuffs. I have no idea how am I supposed to do it, but yea I'd have to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In fact, I've just realised that I've totally forgotten about the fruit that I have to get for art tomorrow. Thus, I'm contemplating if I should go the the market at punggol plaza tomorrow in the morning to see if I can find anything before going to school. Sounds like a good idea, yes?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lunched with mummy and bro at SakaeSushi at WhiteSands. Apparently, I've underestimated sushi`s, cause' they can actually bloat you up, literally! Shopped a little before going home. I'm dead beat for now, which most probably means I'll be able to sleep, since Monday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's been a rough week, yes. Thanks to Joey♥, whom had been there for me throughout the week. And of course Bryan♥, whom had been the poor guy, accompanying me on the line throughout the nights (ps: at least you get to sleep tonight!).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, I've gotta stop brambling away, or I'll never get to sleep. Goodnight! And yes, Jonie's strong &lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/2208/happyay9.gif"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello!&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-1925180525533340575?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/1925180525533340575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-big-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1925180525533340575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1925180525533340575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-big-girl.html' title='big big girl.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6420934217177942546</id><published>2009-07-08T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:39:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imy, alot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Three whole days, I've waited. Apparently I've been treated like transparent, my exsistence was totally ignored. Does it mean whatever you have said, were all lies? You said I sounded like I didn't have faith in you. And when I've finally convinced myself, that perhaps this time was different, this happens. I don't even know why I'm so upset, when you obviously don't give a shit about it. If you could just at least tell me what's going on, whatever caused this change in you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps they were right; you can't lose what you never had.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, I should have known.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Didn't sleep the whole of last night, and yes, I've got to thank Bryan for accompanying me on the phone till 5. Apparently he overslept and didn't go to school, sorry! Breakfast-ed before MdmChia came in, lessons were boring. Homed after school, and slept till now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To think I actually look forward to every text I receive, thinking, perhaps it'd be you. I feel so utterly ridiculed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6420934217177942546?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6420934217177942546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/imy-alot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6420934217177942546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6420934217177942546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/imy-alot.html' title='imy, alot.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8371896041328215191</id><published>2009-07-06T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:17:53.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible.</title><content type='html'>fuck, i feel invisible.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8371896041328215191?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8371896041328215191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/invisible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8371896041328215191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8371896041328215191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/invisible.html' title='invisible.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-3471525641064539158</id><published>2009-07-02T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:13:52.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelove</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it feels like everyone else is going full speed ahead, and I seem to be contented with my current pace. Especially with school reopening, I can barely reach school on time. Assignments due are undone, or even barely started. Friends to catch up with. Sometimes it seems, there's never enough time to finish everything I need to do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So many things happened, I've consulted a few, and it all comes back to following my heart. Once, I even wondered if I actually have one! Many asked what happened, and it seems most don't really understand why exactly am I upset. Or perhaps, I'm merely being oversensitive. I know naught, but I guess I'm to selfish to do something I'm not more than willing to do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;School's okay I guess, except the sudden surge of assignments as well as the people I'd rather not see. I'm hungry, but dinner's not appealing, damned.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rainier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why the hell would forging items be fun?!&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-3471525641064539158?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/3471525641064539158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3471525641064539158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3471525641064539158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-love.html' title='love&lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7152024602944894960</id><published>2009-06-29T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:49:54.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay strong girl</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of school. MdmChia and MrsYeo were both not in school and we're gna have this new coform teacher MrHo. He has this short tongue thing and can't pronounce S well, it's rather funny. Except I kept falling asleep in his class, which obviously irritated him. We have a change in Geography teacher as well, so it seems MrsTan now teaches our class. Lessons carried on as usual, sms-ed throughout the day :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was this torch relay halfway through the day. Apparently, today was the opening ceremony of the Asia Youth Olympics. Waited like super long for the torch to actually arrive and it was lasted merely 20 seconds, or less.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lisa-recommends.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/dancing-lady.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;MrChan showed us this image once in last year and once today, he then asked if the lady is turning clockwise or anti-clockwise. It seemed that most people actually sees it turning in a clockwise motion. Apparently it is said that if you see it turning in a clockwise motion, you're left brain dorminant. Which means you're more disorganised compared to a right brain dorminant user. Also, you tend to have high EQ and is more creative and artistic. On the other hand if the figure turns anti-clockwise, you're right brain dorminant. You are usually more organised and usually excel in subjects like maths and science. Oh I already sound like so professional, HAH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had lunch at compass macs with Joey♥. Shopped around a little before heading home. We decided to take the overhead bridge over to the 89 bustop, only to scare the wits out of ourselves imagining something jumping out of nowhere since that area was rather dark and had really creepy ceilings! Crapped alot about our inside jokes and all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's been a rough week and I'm glad that there are people out there whom really do understand all these that's happening. Stay strong Jonie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7152024602944894960?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7152024602944894960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/stay-strong-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7152024602944894960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7152024602944894960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/stay-strong-girl.html' title='stay strong girl'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5200621349152432339</id><published>2009-06-28T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:38:29.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing's gna change.</title><content type='html'>I've came to realise that I've been spending too much of my holidays mapling away. Now that it's the last day of the holidays and I haven't started on any of my assignments. In fact, I'm only aware of 2 assignments, english and art. Anyway, I went to the library this evening. Decided that I'll do Architecture instead. I have no idea how am i supposed to hand in the assignments due tomorrow, but that's what I'll have to complete!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thankyou! Your skin's pretty too :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesyes, and you're mean, haha.&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5200621349152432339?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5200621349152432339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothings-gna-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5200621349152432339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5200621349152432339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothings-gna-change.html' title='nothing&apos;s gna change.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-4348925130424653160</id><published>2009-06-27T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:55:12.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the sweetest addiction turns bitter</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the bbq. Damn tired and I really wna sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bbq was pretty much okay. Got to know more of the guild/alliance members compared to the first outing I went previously. Namely; Jane, Jeremy, Clarence, Shangwei, Alex, Gladys, Zingz, and some other, which I can't recall, &lt;u&gt;at the moment&lt;/u&gt;. Apparently, I had to help set the fire since Shengwei, &lt;s&gt;slightly&lt;/s&gt; kelian at it :x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to sleep! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-4348925130424653160?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/4348925130424653160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-sweetest-addiction-turns-bitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4348925130424653160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4348925130424653160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-sweetest-addiction-turns-bitter.html' title='when the sweetest addiction turns bitter'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-1896371082344457755</id><published>2009-06-22T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:08:54.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything that i do reminds me of you</title><content type='html'>I'm superly duperly bored right now. I have totally not idea what to do in maple other than doing quests.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woke up at only 3pm this afternoon, with mummy banging on my door. Apparently, she had been trying to wake me up since half an hour before. I had barely finished washing up and my parents and brother were already standing at the door, ready to go out. Went down supposingly to have our lunch, but it was already the appointment time at the salon. And there went daddy grumbling about having to skip lunch for the haircut. laughs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Homed and went online on maple to realise that Leia♥ and Alan were together! Played on for awhile and decided to do something else instead. Edited the blog a little and added Plurk over at the right side &gt;&gt;. Seems pretty cool, provided I find out how to actually use it! Oh, I've just received an email showing 3 pictures of a hedgehog, it's cutee! I think I need a pet, but I can't even take care of goldfishes, damn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had dinner over at Changi. Daddy and mummy tried to make us eat pork trotters, but failed &lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/4717/sillynj8.gif"&gt; It seemed to me that it looks like a lump of chaota alien head, apparently it has been deep-fried and covered with thai sauce. Not that I wouldn't try to eat something new, but it already looks disgusting, how am I supposed to eat it?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can someone tell me if it's Father's Day today?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jansen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thankyou! And yes, I'm glad you remembered &lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/2001/biggrinih0.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ValerieKoh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks NEH! &lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/2208/happyay9.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;JiaLing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thankyou and takecare too&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ValerieNeoh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thankyou!&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-1896371082344457755?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/1896371082344457755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-that-i-do-reminds-me-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1896371082344457755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1896371082344457755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-that-i-do-reminds-me-of-you.html' title='everything that i do reminds me of you'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-3934718111733245951</id><published>2009-06-21T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:05:24.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i thought i'll never get through</title><content type='html'>Dead beat. Been out for the whole of today with Joey♥. Slept at only 8am in the morning and was woken up by Joey at 10.30am. Was out within an hour, on the way to CompassPoint with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Took a 20mins bus ride to Bishan. Shopped around in search of Joey's dream bag, but to no avail. Decided to perservere and went on to amkhub for her pencilcase. To realise that she was so damn suay, the pencilcase in which she had her eye on had been sold off.Unwilling to give up, we went on to Orchard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alighted at the wrong stop and had to walk quite a distance to reach Cineleisure. On the way there, I spotted a RoyalSportingHouse and decided to try our luck. Tucked in the corner of the store, was her red Jansport bag which she had been looking all over for. Comparing both the red and the pink Jansport bags, she decided pink still looked better (Hah! told you!), and tadaa she bought it. Upon reaching Cineleisure, she insisted that I stay in the toilet while she bought me a belated birthday present (excited!).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went on to Cathay, supposingly to get scrapbooking materials. We went by a shop and the owner of the shop got us to look after the store for her while she visited the toilet. We went around the shop, and even spotted a poster, almost &lt;b&gt;uncensored&lt;/b&gt;! The aunty gave us the what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-them face when we laughed our asses off, walking out of the shop.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Walked back to PlazaSing where Joey got her scrapbooking materials. Trained to Tampines where she found her pencilcase at Artbox. Shopped around TM, CS and T1 before bus-ing home. Did I mention seeing some Greendale students making a fool out of themselves, one even wearing the OBS shirt. Argh, utterly disgusted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alright, I'm too lazy to type anymore. As you can see, this is a new skin, and no, I did not take of the credits cause I bloody made it myself. Stop asking how to do it and learn to use Photoshop. Codings by me and stocks from &lt;a href="http://shabbyprincess.com"&gt;ShabbyPrincess&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thankyou!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello and thankyou! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thankyou &lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/4955/heartdp0.gif"&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-3934718111733245951?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/3934718111733245951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-i-thought-ill-never-get-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3934718111733245951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3934718111733245951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-i-thought-ill-never-get-through.html' title='the day i thought i&apos;ll never get through'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2102501298801063125</id><published>2009-04-16T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:22:25.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps i never needed you</title><content type='html'>Just when i think things are getting better, somethings tend to prove me wrong. Everything you said, I believed in them. Everything you did, I trusted you. I thought we were perfect together. You made me felt like I meant everything to you. I was the happiest girl. Well, it seems too perfect to be true. And so it is. You tore everything apart. Everything you told me, the title of the world happiest girl, torn away from my grasp and then given to that lucky girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now that I've finally gotten over you. Now that I've finally found someone whom hopefully loves me more than you do, someone that hopefully appreciates my existence more than you do. Now that I've learnt to love again, there you came, trotting back into my life. With those sweet nothings torn away from me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you do when I told you not to leave?&lt;/b&gt;  You walked away without turning back. &lt;b&gt;What did you say when I said I needed you?&lt;/b&gt; You told me I could find someone better. &lt;b&gt;What was your answer, when I said I loved you?&lt;/b&gt; You said we're not meant to be. What makes you think that turning back now, I'd still be here waiting for you? What makes you think that I haven't found someone better than you? What makes you think that we're actually meant to be?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess love's like percentage. The maximum is only 100%, the more you give in, the lesser you get in return. Cause' it really does take two hands to clap. All I even needed is someone who appreciates my existence, and I'm sure this time, that you'd never be that someone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess I'm so much better off now, I've found someone better. I guess I've never really needed you, perhaps you just weren't the one, no I'm sure this time, you definitely weren't the one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2102501298801063125?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2102501298801063125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-when-i-think-things-are-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2102501298801063125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2102501298801063125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-when-i-think-things-are-getting.html' title='perhaps i never needed you'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2938508206011407770</id><published>2009-04-08T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:06:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studystudy!</title><content type='html'>i'm super tired &amp; i wna study for my maths ct3 tmr. &amp; also, i wna finish Eldest &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; by tonight so i can start on Bringsr, yes again. i'm meeting ♥ tmr :D &amp; mum says that i can book a chalet for my birthday, provided i pay it all by myself -.- alrighty, i wna go study alr, byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2938508206011407770?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2938508206011407770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/studystudy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2938508206011407770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2938508206011407770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/studystudy.html' title='studystudy!'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7053064503307012860</id><published>2009-04-06T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:39:19.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy fabulous fifteen!</title><content type='html'>i need to post more, yes. i'm super bored &amp; i know i have work to do. so i'm gna post abt ytd then do my work(s) &amp; then if i have time i'll continue about today's happenings, yes?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt; was &lt;b&gt;weitian&lt;/b&gt;'s birthday. went to &lt;b&gt;joeyyy&lt;/b&gt;'s house to finish up his card. went to compass to meet &lt;b&gt;fran&lt;/b&gt;, saw &lt;b&gt;jiakee&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;yongda&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;sebastian&lt;/b&gt; instead. went to ColdStorage to buy the remaining items &amp; saw the other &lt;b&gt;sebastian&lt;/b&gt; by 77thStreet. fran came, bought weitian's present &amp; met up w/ the rest aft &lt;b&gt;yuexin&lt;/b&gt; arrived. i wonder what's weitian's reaction when he sees sebastian's turtle. &lt;i&gt;laughs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bus-ed to JalanKayu to &lt;b&gt;julian&lt;/b&gt;'s house, which is damn nice :D Spent most of our time at the roofgarden, barbeque-ing &amp; we mahjiong-ed once. played &lt;u&gt;TruthOrDare&lt;/u&gt; towards the end &amp; it was damn ridiculous please. did i mention &lt;b&gt;gerald&lt;/b&gt; got pecked on the cheek by julian? &lt;i&gt;laughs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;went to eat prata before going home &amp; i had prata w/ &lt;u&gt;cheese &amp; mushroom&lt;/u&gt;, obviously i had a headache aft that. walked to the nearest lrt &amp; got scolded by the lrt guy by trying to smuggle zamil in ._. he's voice suddenly voiced from the speaker, "that girl in black, why you playing w/ your card?" then i was like, "uh, cause i thought they didn't want to take the train alr." &lt;u&gt;lesson learnt&lt;/u&gt;: do not try to smuggle people in, cause the security cameras are not for show LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had to cab home w/ &lt;b&gt;zamil&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;silver&lt;/b&gt; cause there wasn't any bus left. &amp; the midnight fare is &lt;s&gt;fcuking&lt;/s&gt; expensiveee!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;okay i really need to do my work or joey will kill me. apparently she's saying that she's like my personal secretary cause she's always reminding me to do things, &lt;i&gt;laughs&lt;/i&gt;. okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7053064503307012860?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7053064503307012860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-fabulous-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7053064503307012860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7053064503307012860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-fabulous-fifteen.html' title='happy fabulous fifteen!'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7268032255510251352</id><published>2009-04-02T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:10:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all over again</title><content type='html'>yes i was late today &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. had to sing national athem at the parade square, surprisingly mrtan didn't scold me for being late 3 &lt;u&gt;consecutive&lt;/u&gt; days, hah! mrsyeo came to look for me, rushed me up for my english ct3 paper. w/ only 20mins, obviously i didn't manage to finish the essay ._. english was fun, talked alot abt &lt;b&gt;weitian&lt;/b&gt;'s birthday. free period during geog :D biology was pathetic, got into trouble w/ mrtay, which seems to me, just like another mrwong. equally gl, pfft. maths was okay? art was fine too, just talked too much :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mrt-ed to dhobyghaut w/ &lt;b&gt;joeyyy&lt;/b&gt;, bought items for weitian's birthday yadayadablahblah. lunch-ed at macs as well before mrt-ing back to sengkang. bought more things before going home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's homework to do, geog project, presents &amp; cards. &amp; i just realised that i left my geography textbook in class &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. i need to find a replacement on saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7268032255510251352?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7268032255510251352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7268032255510251352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7268032255510251352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-over-again.html' title='all over again'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5859623273320479723</id><published>2009-04-01T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:31:43.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fools!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdN6QW4WQAI/AAAAAAAAATY/-1tvkAgg7ac/s320/DSC04018.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was great today, okay pretty much. was late for school (again), cause i took my own sweet time showering yadayada blahblah. mrtan was like, "aiyo, how come you again?!" mrsyeo came &amp; nag at me abt being late, sucks like idk what. biology was uber boring, ate apples w/ orange skin(?) &amp; gideon got caught by mrtay, lawls! pe was !@#$%, did 5 stations &amp; i sucked at all. me &amp; joey were busy eating &lt;u&gt;peanut butter sandwich&lt;/u&gt; while doing situps. maths was okay, except i didn't pay attention to half what msbeh was talking abt. cme sucks, like always. geog was more of plannings of weitian's birthday :D physics was funn! crapped throughout the lesson w/ fiona yeoqin sara &amp; wani.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;did our geog discussion in the library, laughing half the time abt fran &amp; xq's actions. splited the work &amp; walked to bus stop then 83-ed to compass. discussed abt weitian's birthday present but rmbed that we might not even be invited LOL. 89-ed home &amp; rotted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp; i'm super tired but i still have work to do.&lt;br&gt;&amp;&amp; did i mention how much i miss those little brats from npcc? .___.&lt;br&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp; i feel like playing maplestory again LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;random whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5859623273320479723?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5859623273320479723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5859623273320479723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5859623273320479723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='april fools!'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdN6QW4WQAI/AAAAAAAAATY/-1tvkAgg7ac/s72-c/DSC04018.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6961455227790080940</id><published>2009-03-30T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:49:48.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazyyy</title><content type='html'>too lazy to update, will do so soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6961455227790080940?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6961455227790080940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6961455227790080940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6961455227790080940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazyyy.html' title='lazyyy'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-4496591082891836382</id><published>2009-03-26T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:24:44.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps, just perhaps.</title><content type='html'>yes i'm at fault &amp; i don't really wna quarrel over something this small. perhaps not small, but definitely not worth it. don't wna ruin another friendship, perhaps it's alr ruined. perhaps, things can still go well aft this, perhaps. aiya, idk what i'm saying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lazylazy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm just home from dinner. super extremely tired aft the passing out parade. school sucked w/o joey, not that it doesn't suck w/ her. ran morning run w/ yani, english-ed w/ yani dian thandar &amp; tiffany, geog-ed alone, recess w/ nikki &amp; aaron, bio-ed alone, math-ed alone, art-ed w/ xq. not really, but whatever. lunched at kfc w/ lingli hannah &amp; ena. passing out parade was like whoa, suddenly don't have to go for npcc anymore .__. got this pretty glass w/ coloured sand in it from the sec3s :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3-ed &amp; dragged myself to mum's workplace, dinner-ed &amp; home-ed. super tired, super lazy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;perhaps, i'm really at fault. so i'm gna apologise, cause' this ain't going nowehere even if it continues.&lt;blockquote&gt;Fiona: HELLO!&lt;br&gt;Passerby: perhaps, people learn over time (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-4496591082891836382?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/4496591082891836382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/perhaps-just-perhaps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4496591082891836382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/4496591082891836382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/perhaps-just-perhaps.html' title='perhaps, just perhaps.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-2851530430310683572</id><published>2009-03-25T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:31:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciate</title><content type='html'>contradicting, who was the one giving attitude? i didn't felt like talking cause i wasn't in the mood, &amp; i've told you before hand, right in the beginning of the day! apparently, you were the one whom started dumping &amp; banging stuffs. you don't really have to ask if you don't care, not that you would. yes, we used to be close, but have you appreciated the ones around you when we were close? i must say, i'm really glad to have you by my side in the beginning, but to realise that you don't actually care as much as you seem to. i'm not asking for much, just for you to appreciate the ones ard you. i may not be one of them, perhaps not anymore, but things won't go on long like this for others. that i'm sure, cause i'm less patient than the others. perhaps i'm harsh in my words, for that i apologise, but that's how i feel. &amp; sure, i would have been at fault too, i may have really ignored all your concerns, which i too apologise, sorry. but i guess, it really takes two hands to clap. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;school was !@#$% today. mdmchia made me pull up my socks &amp; asked me to report to idk who at the front. i went towards the general office, walked ard a little then went back to sit down LOL. lessons were super boring &amp; there was the councillors' investiture thing during assembly. i almost wanted to throw joey's bottle at them &amp; joey wanted so much to go to the toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;went home showered etc, went down to fcx to meet &lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt; before work. work was okay, &amp; i just came home :D super tired &amp; i have yet to do the Genetically Modified Food poster, shit!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-2851530430310683572?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/2851530430310683572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/appreciate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2851530430310683572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/2851530430310683572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/appreciate.html' title='appreciate'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-3183594604708904074</id><published>2009-03-23T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:51:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw this bitch life, rah!</title><content type='html'>first day of school always suck, i think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;change of timetable &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;, &amp; a change of co-form teacher &lt;i&gt;thankgod&lt;/i&gt;. didn't do &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; of my holiday assignments, cause i really can't be bothered to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;something i &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to complain abt. we were asked to sit in classes during recess, &amp; for hell's sake, 3e4 is allowed only 3 tables, barely a metre in length each? &lt;i&gt;hello?&lt;/i&gt; sure i know i need to go on diet, but isn't this a little, dumb?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;physics was okay actually, but i fell asleep, &amp; was almost chased out of class for it ._. art was boring, i am to reproduce a painting of this next week:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Scd_OUC-yNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N-LybnEFnAU/s200/ballet_rehearsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;looks hard, &amp; idk if i can do it ._.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i find it hard to push it down. everytime, it's you that's saying that i'm giving the attitude, it's always just you. probably at that time, i was. but maybe you should think abt it too, i was reprimanded because of what YOU did, &amp; you didn't even bother to apologise abt it. not even so, you went off telling others i was showing an attitude. and this time, what? i had a bad day the previous day, i told you right in the begining. i didn't expect you to sit and comfort me, just hoping you'd understand for the day. and what? i get in return, a f-ed up attitude i didnt deserve? i may need comfort &amp; a listening ear at times, but unwilling sympathy isn't necessary. i could sit at a corner, cry my ass off, for all you care. screw you, learn to &lt;b&gt;appreciate&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh yes, went to fcx w/ joeyyy. had calamari &amp; fish nuggets :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-3183594604708904074?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/3183594604708904074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/screw-this-bitch-life-rah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3183594604708904074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3183594604708904074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/screw-this-bitch-life-rah.html' title='screw this bitch life, rah!'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Scd_OUC-yNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N-LybnEFnAU/s72-c/ballet_rehearsal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-317170867995018847</id><published>2009-03-17T08:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:00:38.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camppp!</title><content type='html'>i just finished eating the leftover chicken wings from last night, a little pahetic, but it still tastes nice :D Alright, i'll post abt the camp last 3 days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;First day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;I called &lt;b&gt;hannah&lt;/b&gt; first thing in the morning to remind her to bring her track pants, to realise that i've alr done so. she even reminded me, "JONIE, don't be late again hor!" it was ard 6.40am, so i packed my bag for the camp. showered &amp; all &amp; was ready to leave at 7.15am, when i'm supposed to reach school at 7.20am. reached school &amp; the rest of the nco`s were asking me to hurry &amp; i was like "HURRYING HURRYING". to realise that hannah wasn't even in school yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;was briefed by &lt;b&gt;jianlong&lt;/b&gt; abt the whole camp before we went to the volleyball court where the leisure campers were assembled. helped out w/ the circuit pt, &amp; my station was pushups -.- did 5 rounds of it, 20 for each group, meaning i've alr done a total of 100 pumpings for the whole morning pt. craziness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;flag raising was aft pt. had songs &amp; cheers for ard an hour. had ice-breaker games before the highly anticipated lunch. team building games was aft lunch. my station was a total joke please. they were supposed to use twine to tie ard the 4 legs of a desk, forming a 'net', &amp; then drop 2 egss, one from arm level &amp; another from the second storey. obviously every group failed at the second egg, except one which cheated, using newspapers, pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had evening pt, whihc mostly was running, along the corridors of the school. jianlong went crazy, scolding the leisure campers =\ briefed the campers abt the field cooking &amp; showering time. they earned a number of pumpings aft the meal as expected. nightwalk was fun though. i was supposed to scare those whom walked past, only to earn some lightsticks thrown at me, tsktsk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had supper, debrief, showered &amp; slept.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;got shook up in the morning at 5.30am. washed up went down, leisure campers alr in pumping position .__. had morning pt led by &lt;b&gt;gabriel&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;binghui&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;hannah&lt;/b&gt; and i. did circuit training, me in pushup station, again. 80 this time round x__x made the campers sing for ard 20mins before breakfast. i rmb one of the campers asking me, "HUH? only egg &amp; bread, no rice?!" &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt; "darling, look at the time now, you wna eat rice alr?" the rest of his groupmates started laughing at him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;was feeling extremely sick aft breakfast. noce was blocked &amp; was coughing like crazy. had tug-o-war, which the nco`s lost like crazy. the group which i was in charge of won :D had this treasure hunting thing ard punggol. gabriel made our group pump in the public! lunch was pretty much horrible, didn't even bother to finish eating the catered food.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had telematch aft lunch. my station was w/ jianlong, logsitis: flour. obviously things would go crazy w/ flour. twice, flour went in my eyes, hurted like crazy, esp w/ lenses on. had a hard time washing up the area aft that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sb9jD4bmXuI/AAAAAAAAATI/zg-8EXxxCnY/s400/DSC03933.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;showered up aft helping w/ the cleaning up. had prize presentation for the best campers. rotted &amp; all until it was time for dinner. dinner was of spaghetti, &amp; it was goood :D slacked &amp; talked until it was time for campfire. campfire was a bummer, disappointed, whatever. stayed back to help out w/ the trust fall, while the others went home. slept in the conference room w/ &lt;b&gt;siti&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;joosim&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;ain&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;washed up &amp; sat in the canteen. rotted until it was the breakfast time for the sec3`s, went home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;reached home before anyone was up. went straight to bed until mum woke up &amp; ask of i wanted to go out for breakfast. went straight to bed aft breakfast, all the way till dinner. ate &amp; slept again. was a total pig ytd. couldn't even wake up to reply smses, sorry to those whom i didn't reply.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yup &amp; i was up early today, ate the left over chicken wings as mentioned abv. apparently, mum cooked most of my favourites: chicken wings, french beans, celery soup. daddy bought himself a new phone, some funny phone-watch, which apparently was quite loud &amp; good i suppose. w/ all normal phone functions like; walkman, bluetooth, sms, whatever. mummy got his iPhone &amp; i got her K810i. she said she might get me a new phone since she doesn't like that iPhone, so she can get back her K810i, hah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*wriggles in excitement*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-317170867995018847?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/317170867995018847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/camppp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/317170867995018847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/317170867995018847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/camppp.html' title='camppp!'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Sb9jD4bmXuI/AAAAAAAAATI/zg-8EXxxCnY/s72-c/DSC03933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-6084722468889895256</id><published>2009-03-14T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:56:53.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sour</title><content type='html'>eye hurts like crazy, but i can't find my specs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;jogathon&lt;/u&gt; was really idiotic i think. all the runnings &amp; the silly kickboxing(?) moves, tsktsk. had lunch at fcx w/ &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt; again. went shopping ard at whitesands, didn't buy anything though. went to fcx &amp; met w/ &lt;b&gt;shaz&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;bal&lt;/b&gt; came at ard an hours ltr. played cards &amp; then started work all the way till 11plus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm super tired &amp; i haven't started packing my stuffs for tmr. plus i haven't started on re-planning the campfire games. gosh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;you don't seem to care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lingli: great minds think alike hah! iloveyou bitch!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-6084722468889895256?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/6084722468889895256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-sour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6084722468889895256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/6084722468889895256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-sour.html' title='&lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;sour&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-3067869297991509815</id><published>2009-03-11T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:03:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep shit</title><content type='html'>i've got myself into deep shit. idk why i agreed into meeting when i knew i had something on alr. and &lt;b&gt;joshua&lt;/b&gt;'s getting pissed off by me for what i did. i can't believe i did it either, am i idiotic or what?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;school was horrible, whatever. aft school was the cssp talk thing. had lunch at kfc w/ &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt; &amp; a few others. had to rush back to school cause we forgot abt the time. i was attached to &lt;u&gt;NorthVista&lt;/u&gt;, yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's this TO who's damn !@#$%, she asked me when i was walking by;&lt;br&gt;TO: don't you all have any whiteboard markers? if not how are we supposed to write on the board?&lt;br&gt;Me: alright, i'll go get some for you.&lt;br&gt;TO: yea, you should.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;watafak&lt;/i&gt;? being a teacher yourself, should at least have a whiteboard marker. morever, the other units do not have markers as well, what makes you think you need one? even if you do need one, it wouldn't kill to ask nicely. so i ran &amp; asked mryeo for markers &amp; then ran back to pass one to her. instead of taking it from me, she said, "can you leave it at the whiteboard?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELLO&lt;/u&gt;, i'm a staffsergeant for crying out loud. i just ran halfway through the effing school for a single whiteboard marker, w/o a thankyou in return, for your pathetic unit of what, lancecoporals or coporals?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i can't believe i'm typing all these rubbish. &amp; i haven't solved my first problem, argh!&lt;blockquote&gt;Joycelyn: HELLO!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-3067869297991509815?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/3067869297991509815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3067869297991509815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3067869297991509815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-shit.html' title='deep shit'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8282046572189001877</id><published>2009-03-10T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:32:05.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>school was horrible, result sucks, and i can't be bothered bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8282046572189001877?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8282046572189001877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8282046572189001877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8282046572189001877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5594194712106851759</id><published>2009-03-07T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:13:25.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week</title><content type='html'>jun smsed at ard 12 saying that meeeting at 8 is cancelled which meant that i have more time to sleep. however, i slept only at 5, reading, how ironic. woke up at 8 plus, got ready &amp; all &amp; left for work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;work was pretty much okay, on shift were &lt;b&gt;ziha&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;hakim&lt;/b&gt; &amp; i. was rather busy, but i guess the night shift was worse. &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt; came to fcx aft my work, was supposed to do up the biology project. we were, however, staring at the piece of drawing block, doing nothing. we gave up &amp; dinner-ed at fcx.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;shopped ard downtown, while waiting for &lt;b&gt;shaz&lt;/b&gt;. met &lt;b&gt;ton&lt;/b&gt;, talked until shaz arrived &amp; then went to whitesands. shopped a little before the shops start to close. 109-ed home w/ joey.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gna stop sticking my face onto the computer screen &amp; start doing my work. to think i promised msbeh that i'd submit all my maths assignments by monday. what have i put myself into ..&lt;blockquote&gt;Serene: thanks for relinking (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;it seems that things are not going well. don't tell me that i'm thinking too much. don't tell me that i'm being over-sensitive. cause' i know i'm not.&lt;br&gt;让我们度过这难关.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-5594194712106851759?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/5594194712106851759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5594194712106851759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/5594194712106851759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-week.html' title='one week'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-8892098906161726780</id><published>2009-03-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:04:12.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps</title><content type='html'>school was okay today. art was superly boring. had to draw deers w/ pens. mdmlidia asked me to redo my sketchbook since she couldn't find mine, &lt;b&gt;watafak&lt;/b&gt;! &amp; i'm supposed to hand in everything by next thursday, &lt;u&gt;sickening&lt;/u&gt;! english was aft recess, fell asleep halfway through the lesson &amp; woke up only at the end, picture discussion is boring please. maths was okay, handed in part of my incomplete stack of homework, &amp; i'm supposed to hand in the rest by &lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had a solo art remedial today since i didn't attend last week's remedial. &lt;b&gt;putri&lt;/b&gt; said she'd be coming! &lt;i&gt;cheated&lt;/i&gt;. sat there alone for the whole afternoon, finished half of the drawings &amp; i still have to do up the sketchbook.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;went home &amp; fell asleep straight aft my shower, now i'm having an headache, argh! my head, throat &amp; nose is killing me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Things to do:&lt;br&gt;- maths incomplete assignments&lt;br&gt;- art sketchbook&lt;br&gt;- campfire games planning&lt;br&gt;- sleep &amp; die&lt;blockquote&gt;Azia: Linked alr :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-8892098906161726780?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/8892098906161726780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/perhaps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8892098906161726780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/8892098906161726780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/perhaps.html' title='perhaps'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-3510110907806148138</id><published>2009-03-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:51:18.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same question, different answers</title><content type='html'>went to school &amp; changed into pe attire in class and rushed down for assembly, laughs* was late for assembly anw, sat at the back w/ &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;nikki&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;hannah&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;ena&lt;/b&gt;. mrminjoot nagged throughout the whole assembly, had attire check &amp; all, how sickening.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;chinese was okay, forgot to do my homework and bring my worksheets. geog was much better. had sova lesson aft recess, presented the &lt;u&gt;Rene Magritte&lt;/u&gt; slides that i prepared. maths was great, wow? cme and english was totally for sleeping. i have loads of filing to do, for hell's sake. &amp; i have no idea how long am i going to take to finish up the whole stack of incomplete maths assignments.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was just back from meeting &lt;b&gt;shaz&lt;/b&gt;. was walking to downtown from interchange when we saw this guy hitting a lady with a bag. i could have sworn that girl's nose broke or sth, scary. checked schedule &amp; all then walked back to whitesands. bought shaz's dinner &amp; then 359-ed home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Things to do:&lt;br&gt;- geog, ss, bio filing&lt;br&gt;- maths incomplete assignments&lt;br&gt;- art practical, damn&lt;blockquote&gt;Fiona: yep linked (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-3510110907806148138?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/3510110907806148138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/same-questions-different-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3510110907806148138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/3510110907806148138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/same-questions-different-answers.html' title='same question, different answers'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-7856306504799527529</id><published>2009-03-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:12:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic, tsktsk</title><content type='html'>school was pretty much okay. mrquah nagged throughout the whole assembly abt disiplinary problems &amp; all. geog was okay, then was pe. &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;yani&lt;/i&gt; and i made of fool out of ourselves by joining the guys in playing soccer. yani fell like 3 times knocking into &lt;u&gt;ridzuan&lt;/u&gt;. &amp; i even scored a goal, hah! &lt;img src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/2787/yayiz5.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; i met the most sickening childish people during recess. the same immature group of sec3s, that threw food and ice the other time, decided that they wanted something new and threw bottle caps this morning. unfortunately, one hit &lt;b&gt;nikki&lt;/b&gt; on her head. so i stood up &amp; shouted "grow up la, sickening" adding a diao at the end. apparently, people with low intellectual level, decided that shouting incoherent vulgar words would eventually scare people off. wow i'm so scared &lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4295/eekdv5.gif"&gt; not only so, one of them even decided to shout "grow up la, bitch" while walking past my physics class. a very nice wake up call from my not-so comfortable nap aft recess. well, i thought it would be polite to answer him, so i came up w/, "whoa, look who's talking" which apparently made that ridiculously round &amp; perhaps big guy shrink to a pathetic loser, like he's friend, mubbling vulgar languages. people like them, perhaps would like to improve their hokkien vocabulary. neither lj nor cb would bring you much further in life, grow up, seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;attended npcc aft school, which was tiring i should say. sec1s were extremely incooperative, whatever. abby called to ask if i could replace yani's shift, which yea, i agreed. that's why i'm home only now, 11.43pm, &amp; i'm super tired &lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/7137/tirednd9.gif"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Azia: sweetie, youl deleted your blog alr, how am i supposed to link you?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-7856306504799527529?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/7856306504799527529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/pathetic-tsktsk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7856306504799527529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/7856306504799527529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/pathetic-tsktsk.html' title='pathetic, tsktsk'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-1913995135896468686</id><published>2009-03-03T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:32:46.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible horrible</title><content type='html'>it's &lt;i&gt;cat's&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;u&gt;aaron's&lt;/u&gt; birthday today!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;came school early to get cat's card and present on her table. sat for physics ct2, which idk how bad i'll fare, idc. talked abt family planning in socialstudies, took notes, etc. gave aaron his birthday card during recess, which was in a shape of a pink underpants w/ "Sexual Content NC16" right at the front, hah! &lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/2001/biggrinih0.gif"&gt; got him a small emicake, which &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;nikki&lt;/i&gt; and i ate most of it, heeh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;rotted throughout cme. tried to listen during chinese, but ended up talking instead. slept for half the biology lesson, and i've got 2/40 for my biology ct2, lowest in class, how &lt;u&gt;wonderful&lt;/u&gt;. slacked in the toilet for half the pc lesson, went back to class and slept for the next half. 3-ed home after school, super bored la &lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/8554/yuckzw5.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;did i metion that i had to fork out $37 for the freaking donation card? how sickening!&lt;blockquote&gt;Khairil♥: As i you &lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/4717/sillynj8.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shaz: link me too!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756925354044706570-1913995135896468686?l=querulous-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/1913995135896468686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1913995135896468686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756925354044706570/posts/default/1913995135896468686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://querulous-ly.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-boom.html' title='terrible horrible'/><author><name>reminisc-e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844653681161297292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SdydCwa3RqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bSo-5IDd0OU/S220/01.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756925354044706570.post-5886016824794024210</id><published>2009-03-02T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:02:32.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thatsmil-e</title><content type='html'>alright, people i'm back. hopefully this blog's gna survive longer than the previous one, which lasted for like 3 months? and no i didn't take off the credits for this skin, cause i made it myself. yadayada blah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had geography ct2 today, which i don't think i'd do well. maths was okay, i listened in class, hah! ss was okay, we tore up our workbooks &lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/2001/biggrinih0.gif"&gt; physics was pathetic, mrtan was nagging throughout the 2 whole period, which &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt; and i slept through. biology was ridiculous, watching non-related documentaries of what genetically modified food? mother tongue was okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;83-ed to compasspoint w/ &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;u&gt;aaron&lt;/u&gt;, met &lt;i&gt;cat&lt;/i&gt; on the bus. lunched at macs, bought presents and cakes. shopped ard while joey went home. made a fool out of ourselves in kiddypalace? 109-ed home and rotted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm bored and there's physics ct2 tmr, damn. yet to finish up the cards and maths homework, i need to get on task la &lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/5973/41715132uq7.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so much for the first post, hah! &lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/2208/happyay9.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/Savs-mFRxdI/AAAAAAAAASo/xq4DJbCFM2E/s320/cat1.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm-dwn9vBQ0/SavtBot1AUI/AAAAAAAAASw/M872gjcflKA/s320/aaron1.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps; 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